The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 101

The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 101

Lunchtime sunlight pours through the glass windows of the small café across the street from the office. I sit in a quiet corner, away from the main crowd, my half–eaten croissant growing stale on the edge of my plate. My mind isn’t with my food. It hasn’t been for a while now–not since the party, not since Isa, and definitely not since Damian’s number rang out with a woman’s voice on the other end.

I stir my coffee absently, trying to chase away the frustration that clings to me like a second skin. Naia tried to help, diving into every

a threadbare school corner of the internet, but all she could find was a full name. Isa Alvarado. No social handles. No phone number. J record and an archived obituary for a grandmother that passed away seven years ago.

Who the hell just vanishes like that?

I sigh and pull out my phone again, staring at Damian’s contact. I haven’t deleted it. I can’t bring myself to, no matter how much it hurts. My thumb hovers over the name when a familiar voice speaks behind me.

“Serene?”

I look up, blinking. My breath catches in my throat.

“Mira?”

Mira looks just like I remember–bright hazel eyes, skin dusted with light freckles, and that same soft, open expression that used to be my comfort in the dark halls of Damian’s home. Her long brown hair is braided over one shoulder, and she wears a simple blue blouse tucked into high–waisted jeans. But there’s tension around her smile, like she isn’t sure if she’d be welcome.

“I wasn’t sure it was you,” Mira says, stepping closer. “You cut your hair.”

I reach up reflexively, brushing a hand through my shoulder–length waves. “Yeah. New start and all.”

“Mind if I sit?” she asks gently.

I hesitate, then nod. “Go ahead.”

Mira sits across from me, sliding a fruit juice onto the table. “You look good. I mean… healthy. I was worried.”

“You were?” I ask, unable to mask the bite in my voice.

“Of course I was.” Mira blinks, then studies me. “How have you been? Really?”

I look away, biting the inside of my cheek. I’m not about to open my heart again just to bleed all over someone who might have betrayed me. Still, Mira had been my only friend during those quiet days in Damian’s home. The only one who ever dared ask if I was okay,

And something about seeing her now stirs an old ache.

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