The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 109

The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 109

I didn’t go to bed right away when I got back to Naia’s place. I sat on the couch, curled up in her oversized hoodie, pretending to scroll on my phone. The

room was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. Naia was in her bedroom, door half–open, whispering to someone on the phone again.

I couldn’t hear the words, but her tone was low. Careful. Like she didn’t want me to hear. That made three calls in two hours.

Weird.

When she came out, she acted like nothing happened. She gave me a fake yawn and stretched her arms.

“I’m heading to bed,” she said, not looking me in the eyes.

I nodded. “Alright. I’ll crash out here.”

“You sure?

“I like the couch. Comfy.”

She didn’t argue.

I waited until she disappeared into the bedroom, then laid down on the couch. I pulled the blanket over me, watching the ceiling. My bones were tired, but my brain wouldn’t turn eff.

It wasn’t even about Damian.

It was the mark.

That stupid, burning, permanent thing on my neck.

I turned on my side, clutching the blanket tighter. My eyes refused to close. Every time I blinked, I felt it–like a low hum under my skin.

And then…

There it was.

Not a voice in my ear.

A presence in my head.

Faint but strong enough to stop my heart for half a second.

“You’re quiet tonight,” came Damian’s voice, slow and smooth like honey dripping on metal.

I didn’t answer.

“I know you can feel me.”

I rolled over and stared at the wall. His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t echo. But it touched something in my spine, making my stomach twist. I hated that it made me feel anything.

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“I miss you.”

I blinked.

Still didn’t respond.

“I keep waking up thinking you’ll be beside me.”

I closed my eyes. Tight.

It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to say those things.

Not after everything.

I focused on breathing slowly. In. Out. In. Out.

“Sleep well, little one,” he said, so soft I almost didn’t catch it.

Then the hum faded.

I was alone again.

It still took me another hour to fall asleep.

When I woke up, the apartment smelled like cinnamon and toast. I blinked at the window–pale light slipped through the curtains. It was around 8:00 a.m.

Crap.

I had to be at work by 9.

I stretched, my back sore from the couch, and pulled myself upright. Naia wasn’t in sight, but a plate of toast sat on the kitchen counter. Her phone was

gone too.

I got up, showered fast, tied my hair into a bun, and threw on my go–to work outfit: high–waisted trousers, a tucked–in blouse, and my favorite boots, Nothing fancy. Just enough to say, I’m fine. Everything’s fine..

I left the toast untouched.

By the time I reached the office, it was 8:55. I swiped my badge, pushed through the glass doors, and pasted the biggest smile I could manage on my face.

“Morning, Eliza!” I said cheerfully to the receptionist,

She gave me a confused look, “Morning…”

I walked faster.

When I reached my desk, I sat down like everything was normal. I opened my laptop, cleared the alerts, and acted like I wasn’t completely numb inside.

Like I hadn’t been hearing damian’s whisper through the mark at 2 a.m.

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Like I didn’t suspect my best friend was hiding something from me.

My emails blurred on the screen.

“Morning,” came a voice from beside me.

Lucas.

I looked up. His eyes were soft, but there was worry hidden behind the smile.

“Morning, boss,” I said, forcing a grin. “Don’t worry, I’m back on track. Fully functional and ready to drown in spreadsheets.”

He chuckled, but it was dry.

“Serene, you don’t have to pretend.”

I waved him off. “I’m not pretending. I’m amazing.”

“Are you?”

“Yup.” I clicked randomly on my screen. “See? I even opened the budget report. That’s peak happiness right there.”

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