The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Lucas tensed. I could feel it through his arm.

Another man joined him. “Bringing unclaimed women to Alpha events is asking for trouble.”

Before Lucas could open his mouth, I did.

“I’m here because I was invited. And I don’t belong to anyone.”

Their eyes narrowed, but I didn’t flinch.

Lucas guided me away before they could speak again.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“I’m used to it.”

The whispers around me felt sharp, like little knives brushing my skin. They weren’t loud, but I could feel every word, every stare, like they were cutting into

1. me.

I had just taken a glass of champagne when a tall man in a burgundy suit walked toward us. His expression was cold, his eyes even colder.

“Well, well,” he said, smirking. “Lucas Drayke. Didn’t expect to see you here… with your little pet project.”

Lucas didn’t respond. His shoulders grew stiff beside me, but he kept his lips sealed.

Then another man joined him, just as smug. He looked me up and down like I was something on a shelf. “Still haven’t marked her, huh? What’s wrong,

Lucas? Scared of commitment?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but Lucas gently placed his hand on my arm. The touch was calm, steady, like he was silently telling me to stay quiet.

“Back off,” Lucas said. His voice was low but firm.

The men didn’t care.

“Come on, man,” the second one said with a laugh. “You walk in here with a girl like that, dressed like that, and

or she’s up for grabs.”

That sentence broke something inside me.

My chest felt tight. My heart beat fast, but not from fear–from anger.

1 stepped forward, my voice strong. “I’m not up for grabs. And I don’t belong to anyone.”

The two Alphas looked at each other, amused. Like I was just a joke to them.

“Tell that to the rest of the room, sweetheart,” one of them muttered before walking away.

She’s either yours.

I felt my body shaking slightly, not from weakness, but from the effort it took to stay calm. I looked at Lucas, who was quiet, his jaw clenched

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Chapter 105

“Why does everyone think a mark means everything?” I asked softly, turning to him. “Why does it mean so much to them?”

Lucas didn’t answer.

His eyes were focused on something behind me. His whole body shifted, suddenly tense.

I turned around.

That was when the air changed.

The mood in the ballroom shifted like a storm cloud rolling in. Everything grew still. Quiet. Like the moment before lightning strikes.

And then I saw him.

Damian.

He entered like he owned the world. He wore a black suit, fitted perfectly to his tall frame. Every movement he made was smooth and powerful. His jaw was

set in calm, hard lines. There was a faint scar over his brow, barely visible–but his presence didn’t need scars to be felt.

Every Alpha in the room stopped moving when they saw him.

Because Damian Wolfe wasn’t just a name. He was a story whispered in warning. A shadow that even strong men feared.

And his eyes–those deep, stormy eyes–were locked on me.

I couldn’t move.

I didn’t breathe..

Lucas stepped slightly in front of me, his body protective.

“Damian Wolfe,” he said, voice flat.

“Lucas Draven Damian replied. His voice was quiet, but carried weight. “Still pretending to play house?”

The two stared at each other. No words, just tension, like swords waiting to be drawn.

Then Damian’s eyes flicked to me.

“Serene,” he said. “Come with me.”

I blinked. His voice still echoed in my chest. “What? No. I’m not-

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.

“I was invited.”

He didn’t even react. “Not by me.”

“Good,” I snapped. “You’re not the king of the world.”