The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 112

112

Serene’s POV

I opened the door before I could talk myself out of it.

Naia was curled on the couch, scrolling through her phone, but she looked up immediately, eyes wary.

I stood there for a second, arms crossed even though I didn’t mean to look defensive.

“I don’t wanna fight,” I said softly.

She blinked.

“I just..” I stepped forward, heart heavy. “I don’t wanna lose you over some shady wolf business or whatever I think is going on. I miss my best friend.”

She set her phone down slowly. “You said we were done.”

“I was angry,” I sank into the couch beside her, careful not to touch her yet. “And scared.”

“Scared?”

“You smelled like him. Like them. And I thought maybe he got to you too. Or maybe you were hiding something worse. I just…” I looked at her. “I’ve lost

much lately.”

She softened a little. “You thought I was going to betray you.”

I nodded.

Her lips twitched. “I would’ve yelled louder if I was gonna betray you. Thrown something too.”

We both laughed quietly, tension slipping out like air from a balloon.

“Okay, she sighed, scooting closer. “I forgive you. But I’m not telling you his name. Not yet.”

“Fine. I’ll forgive you too. But I’m watching you like a hawk.”

“Creepy.”

We both smiled.

It was Saturday, No work. No excuses.

I hadn’t heard from Demian all day Not a whisper, not a flicker of heat under my skin, not even that annoying bond ich I used to feel when he was neutry.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thumb hovering over my phone.

Had he moved on?

Gotten bored?

1/3

0

6:37 pm P PPP.

Chapter 112

I hated that it hurt. I hated that I cared. That I missed the ache.

The last time I felt him was when Lucas leaned in too close. And even then–it was barely there. Like a flicker of something that had already gone out.

“You should go,” Naia said, standing at my door with a duffel bag on her shoulder.

I looked up. “Where?”

She tossed her phone to me. Lucas’s name glowed on the screen.

Dinner at mine. You coming? No pressure–but I bought wine.

I sighed.

“You’re not gonna be home?” I asked.

“Nope, Sleepover at Jay’s.” She smirked. “And before you ask, yes, that’s the wolf.”

I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Live a little. Lucas is harmless. And hot.”

“That’s not the issue.”

“It never is, and yet here you are, still dressing like it is.” She nodded at my oversized tee and fluffy socks. “Get up. Put on real clothes. Brush your hair. Or don’t, he might like the ‘abandoned dell‘ aesthetic.”

I rolled my eyes but dragged myself up.

Lucas’s place was… ridiculous.

High–rise glass panels, automatic everything, soft jazz playing in the background like we were in some five–star lounge. The kitchen looked like it had never been used, but somehow smelled like garlic and roasted butter.

“You live here?” I asked, blinking at the marble counters.

He chuckled from the other room. “Is that judgment | hear?”

“It’s awe,”

“Good. I paid for awe,”

The dining table was already set, Candles, Wine. Chicken Alfredo in deep white bowls. Garlic bread. A salad I was definitely not touching

“Is this a date?” I asked.

He froze for a beat. “Do you want it to be?”

I stared at him, and something in my chest twisted.

2/3

5:37 pm P PPP.

Chapter 112

“No,” I whispered.

“Then no,” he said softly.

We ate in mostly silence, him telling weird office stories and impersonating coworkers. I laughed a few times. But the more he lemet Soomet, the sou knee brushed mine under the table, the more I realized something was missing

Damian hadn’t said a word.

Not a flicker.

Comments

1. Visitor

Why does she put herself in these positions with men?

7 days ago

1

<SHARE

1 Comments >

60