The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 113

Not a warning.

Not a jealous twitch of the bond.

Did he not care?

Had he cut me off?

I stared at my wine glass, the food going cold on my plate.

“I have to go,” I blurted.

Lucas blinked. “Now?”

“I’m sorry. I just–there’s something I need to check on.”

I didn’t even knock.

I took a cab straight to Damian’s and ran up the stairs like a lunatic. The door was unlocked. The place… empty.

Too quiet.

The living room lights were off. Shadows clung to the walls like ghosts. I stepped inside, shoes echoing softly against the floor.

“Damian?” I called out.

Silence.

I walked further in, heart speeding.

*Damian!”

The echo came back to me empty.

I ran.

His room door was slightly ajar.

I pushed it open and froze.

He was on the bed, shirtless, skin glistening with sweat, his chest rising in shallow breaths. His face was pale. The sharp lines of his paw hooked softer somehow, weaker.

“Damian?” I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside him “Danilan, what’s wrong?”

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice.

“Serene…” he croaked, his lips dry, voice rasped like broken glass.

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1 cupped his cheeks. “Hey, hey–it’s okay. I’m here. You’re burning up.”

He didn’t answer.

Panic bloomed in my chest. I had no doctor’s number. No pack nurse. No clue what was happening.

“I need to get you cooled down–no, warmed up? I don’t know–shit.”

I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, soaked it in warm water, and ran back. I dabbed his forehead, his neck, his chest. He winced, but didn’t stop

“You’re gonna be okay,” I whispered, more to myself.

I went to the kitchen, rummaged through cabinets, found ingredients. I didn’t even know what I was making–just soup. Something, Anything

The pot hissed, the aroma of garlic and broth rising in the air.

Then–warmth behind me.

Hands slid around my waist. A head rested gently on my shoulder.

His scent hit me instantly.

My heart stilled.

“…Damian?” I whispered.

“Hm,” he breathed out.

I turned my head slightly, trying to see him. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be upstairs, lying down.”

“Don’t want that,” he murmured. “I just want you.”

1 froze.

“You’re sick. You need to rest. Let me finish this.”

“I don’t care,” he said softly, turning off the stove,

He spun me around, and I gasped.

His face was so close. Pale, yes–but still beautiful. His eyes half closed, his hair wet and sticking to his skin, lips parted as if each besath cost him

something.

Then–he lifted me.

Like it was nothing.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Damian,” I squeaked. “What are you -7°

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He didn’t answer. Just walked, strong arms holding me like I was weightless.

“You’re not supposed to carry anything, especially not me. You’re sick.”

“I’m sick, not dead,” he mumbled. “Besides, you’re light. Like a leaf.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to scream.

But I didn’t.

He carried me up the stairs and into his room. The sheets were still a little damp from earlier. He lay me down gently, then crawled in beside me, palling

the covers over us both.

His armas wrapped around me, warm and trembling.

“This is what I want,” he said quietly. “Let’s stay like this. Just for a while.”

He paused.

“Please.”

And something in me broke.

I stared at his face. His lashes, long and damp. His lips, parted slightly as he breathed through his mouth. His chest rising against mine.

I missed this.

I missed him.

I couldn’t even lie to myself anymore.

I pulled him closer, my fingers curling against his back.

“I’m here,” I whispered.

And I closed my eyes.

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Why does she put herself in these positions with men?

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