Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 38

**Chapter 38**

**Is This A Game To You?**

*Aurora’s POV*

A faint creak resonates through the stillness of the room, slicing through the quiet and jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, and there he is—Nico, a dark figure silhouetted in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest, and one eyebrow is arched in a way that suggests he has been watching me for far longer than I would ever like to admit.

I quickly adjust my posture, tugging the sleeves of my hoodie down in a futile attempt to hide my trembling hands. The urge to shrink away from his piercing gaze is overwhelming, but the intensity of his stare feels like a spotlight, illuminating every insecurity I possess.

“So you’ve made yourself quite comfortable,” he drawls, his voice smooth and dripping with mockery, each word carefully crafted to belittle me. “Didn’t think princesses needed naps.”

My gaze drops to the floor, the weight of his words settling heavily in the air like a thick fog. “I wasn’t sleeping,” I manage to reply, my voice barely rising above a whisper. “Just resting.”

His laughter is low and almost sinister, cutting through the silence like a knife. “Sure. Resting. While the rest of us are actually doing something worthwhile.”

I fall silent, my throat feeling parched and constricted. He strides into the room, each step deliberate and measured, reminiscent of a predator stalking its prey. As his eyes scan the space before locking back onto me, I feel utterly exposed, like a moth caught in a blinding light.

“You know,” he begins, tilting his head slightly as if amused, “it’s kind of adorable how you pretend you belong here.”

“I’m not pretending,” I whisper, my voice shaking with a mix of defiance and fear. His smirk twists my insides into knots, that infuriating expression making my blood boil. “No? Could’ve fooled me. Hiding behind Leon like he’s your knight in shining armor or something.”

At that, a flame ignites within me, and I lift my gaze, determination coursing through my veins. “He did,” I blurt out, the words spilling from my lips before I can think better of it. For a fleeting moment, his smile falters, and I catch a glimpse of something sharper lurking in his eyes. “Leon’s confused. Don’t get too attached.”

His words strike me like a blow to the gut, leaving me breathless. I look down at my lap, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

“I didn’t ask for anything,” I murmur, my voice barely audible, almost lost in the charged atmosphere.

“Exactly,” he replies, satisfaction dripping from his tone. “And that’s the only smart thing you’ve done since you got here.”

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