The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 103

I woke up feeling… off.

Not in a bad way, just a little dazed, like I’d dreamed something important and couldn’t remember it. The early light peeked through the blinds, warm against my skin. Naia was already up, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, scrolling through her laptop like the world

depended on her search.

Probably still hunting for Isa.

1 dragged myself into the kitchen, made us coffee, and handed her a mug. She took it without looking, murmuring a sleepy “Thanks.”

I sipped mine in silence, eyes on the floor. I hadn’t said it out loud, but my chest felt heavy. Something had shifted, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of Isa, the mark, or just the weight of not knowing who I really was. All I knew was, my mother–the princess–had died before ever laying eyes on me. My father, a rogue Alpha, had raised me quietly, lovingly, until the day he died.

Everything I knew about Aleoria was from whispered stories and half–remembered dreams. The place was gone. Burned. My mother’s parents, the palace guards, her handmaidens–ashes and forgotten stone.

And yet the mark on my shoulder said otherwise. It said I still belonged to something ancient.

I shook myself out of the thought and went to get dressed for work.

Naia peeked around her laptop. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“You’re never ‘yeah‘ when you say it like that.”

I gave her a small smile. “Just tired.”

“Want me to drive you?”

“No. I’ll take the train.”

By the time I got to the office, my head was spinning. I tried to focus on the screen, but I kept making small mistakes–numbers typed wrong, names misspelled. I barely noticed Lucas until he was standing next to my desk.

“You okay?” he asked.

I blinked. “Fine.”

“You sure? You’ve been redoing the same data line for twenty minutes.”

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He dragged “You’ve got presence. They ‘I like you.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the buzz of his phone interrupted. He glanced at it and walked off, leaving me blinking behind him.

The rest of the day passed in a slow crawl. I stayed quiet, pushing through the workload, trying not to fall too deep into my thoughts.

By the time I got home, Nala had ordered takeout. Chinese. She handed me chopsticks and a spring roll without asking and turned the TV

down kes.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her how heavy I was feeling again. That I was scared of what we were starting to uncover.

But then there was a knock on the door.

Vie both turned.

ffale set her food down, alert. “Were you expecting anyone?”

“No,” I said slowly, getting up.

She moved to the door and looked through the peephole.

“It’s a man. Says his name is Albert.”

1 frowned. “What?”

Nais cracked the door open slightly. “Can I help you?”

The man stepped back to show his hands. “I’m not here to hurt anyone. Isa sent me.”

My stomach dropped.

Hala looked at me. I nodded once, and she opened the door a little more.

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Chapter 103

Albert

I inside cautiously. He was tall, pale–skinned, dressed in black jea

and a coat. His eyes

the room before settling

“You’re Serene.” he said, not a question.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Isa asked me to find you. She said you’d need help soon.”

Nala crossed her arms. “Why? What’s going on?”

Albert’s face tightened. “Isa’s in danger. She’s caught up in something–too many sides, too many enemies. She didn’t want to involve you directly, but she knew they might come after anyone connected to her.”

“Who are they?” I asked.

Albert hesitated. “Hunters. But not just any kind. These ones are organized, well–funded. They’re after knowledge. Bloodlines. Secrets.”

I swallowed hard. “You’re saying they might come after me?”

“If they find out who you are–yes.”

“But Isa didn’t send you to protect me?”

“She sent me to warn you. And… to give you this.”

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small velvet pouch. I took it carefully, heart racing. Inside was a ring. Silver. Old. With a strange symbol carved into it. The same symbol from my dream.

“She said it belonged to your mother,” Albert said.

I clutched the ring tight. It felt like the air thinned around me.

“I don’t know how she got it, but Isa said you’d understand eventually,” he added. “And to tell you… the palace wasn’t the end. There are

survivors. Somewhere.”

The world tilted.

“Wait–there are others?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Albert nodded once. “I have to go. If they’re tracking me-”

Nala stepped in front of him. “Where’s Isa now?”

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Back Inside, I sat does slowly and oprad the box.

Inside was a deficate necklace–rose gold with a small opal in the center, wrapped in silver vines. It looked ancient, magical, e

something carved from memory.

Kala gasped. “That’s gorgeous”

I lifted it gently, my fingers brushing the pendant. A strange warmth spread across my palm, like the necklace recognized me.

My throat tightened.

“She really was a princess,” I whispered.

Naia rested her hand on mine. “And you’re her legacy”

We didn’t say anything else for a while. I just sat there, staring at the necklace, wondering what it had seen–what it remembered of my

mother.

Naia eventually got up

to put our food away, but I stayed frozen in the moment. Something inside me shifted quietly. Something I couldn’t name.

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