The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

My breath caught.

The word pulsed like a war drum in my ears–reckoning–and I could feel the heat rising beneath my skin. Not from fear, From something older. Wilder. Something that knew the rules were about to break.

“What do we do?” Mira asked. “We don’t even know where the ruins of Aleoria are, let alone how to survive whatever’s coming.”

“I think that’s the point, I murmured. “We’re not supposed to survive it. We’re supposed to change it.”

Damian’s eyes met mine, steady as stone. “Then we start by finding Aleoria.”

“But that kingdom’s been lost for centuries,” Mira cut in, pacing. “No maps, no coordinates, nothing but stories. If it were easy to find, someone would’ve done it by now.”

“That’s why they left the key,” I said, holding it up. “The letter said only someone of Crimson blood can open the chamber. Maybe the key isn’t just physical. Maybe it reacts to blood.”

Mira frowned. “So what–stab yourself and see what happens?”

Damian’s voice cut through. “There’s another way.”

We both looked at him.

He pulled something else from the drawer beside him–a folded parchment, worn and sealed with wax. He held it like it was burning his fingers. “I wasn’t going to tell you this yet,” he said to me, voice rough, “but this came weeks ago. From someone who used to serve under the old council before they

vanished.

I stared. “Damian… why didn’t you-?”

“I needed to protect you. I didn’t know if it was a trap. But now…” His gaze dropped to the glowing rune on my wrist. “Now I think it’s time.”

He handed me the parchment.

I cracked the seal with shaking fingers, unfolding it slowly. The writing was faded but elegant. Elira’s name was signed at the bottom.

There was a single line written across the top:

“Find the moon–buried trail. Aleoria sleeps beneath the veil.”

“What the hell does that mean? Mira muttered.

“Not a location,” I said, rereading it. “A riddle.”

Damian moved to stand behind me, reading over my shoulder. “Veil could mean mist… or illusion.”

“Or a cloaking enchantment,” Mira added. “A magical one. You wouldn’t find it on any normal map. You’d need something ancient–an object that remembers.”

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My fingers tightened around the necklace.

“What if this is the map?”

They both looked at me.

I held the pendant up to the light. “It changed once. Why not again?”

Mira narrowed her eyes, already pulling out her spell scanner. “Hold it still.”

A soft hum filled the room as she passed the scanner over the pendant. The device sputtered, flickered, then flatlined.

“What the- she tapped it. “It just died.”

Damian held out his hand. “Let me try something.”

I handed him the necklace. He wrapped his fingers around it, closing his eyes. The air changed.

A low pulse ran through the room. The pendant began to glow, but not from heat or light. From memory.

And then–an image flared across the wall.

Like a projection. A shifting map. But it wasn’t Earth. It wasn’t any realm I recognized.

It was alive.

Rivers moved. Trees bloomed and withered. Stars spun overhead. The entire map shimmered with enchantment, as though time folded in on itself.

“There,” Damian said, pointing. “Look.”

A path through forest. Mountains that glowed at night. And buried deep beneath a moonlit valley–a door.

The key pulsed in my hand.

“Aleoria,” I breathed.

Mira whistled low. “I’ll be damned.”

“We leave tonight,” Damian said.

I looked up, startled, “What? That soon?”

“There’s a countdown, remember?” His voice was hard now. “We don’t have a week to plan. We have a week to win.”

Mira grabbed her gear. “I’ll alert Reed to take care of everything while you are gone and send a message to the rebellion cells. Quietly. It anyone finds out

about this before we’re ready…”

“They’ll kill us before we get within a mile of that gate,” I finished.

Damian met my eyes again. “You okay?”

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“No,” I admitted. “But I’m ready.”

He nodded once, and just like that we moved.

Later That Night

The pendant continued to glow faintly, guiding us through the forest, over cliffs, and past ancient ruins swallowed by time. We didn’t take cars, it was literally impossible. Each time we veered off the path, it dimmed. When we were on course, it burned warm against my skin.

It wanted us to find it.

The trail was quiet–too quiet.

By the third hour, I noticed it.

The forest watched us.

No birds. No breeze. Just shadows.

And then we reached the valley.

ust like the map had shown–moonlight pouring across the hollowed earth, the trees bending slightly inward, as if leaning toward something buried deep.

At the center–an altar of stone.

Damian drew his blade instantly. “We’re not alone.”

I feel it too,” Mira whispered, unsheathing her own weapons.

The air was thick with something old.

stepped forward slowly.

And that’s when they stepped out of the trees.

Three figures. Cloaked in crimson. Hoods pulled low. Their faces hidden, but their presence… ancient.

The tallest one raised a hand.

The Gate of Ateoria may only open for the Chosen. Speak your lineage.”

blinked. “What?”

Mira whispered, “They’re wardens. Aleoria’s protectors.”

I licked my lips, stepping forward. “My name is Serene. Surviving Daughter of princess Elira of the Crimson Line.”

They stirred.

A long pause. Then:

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“Prove it.”

I didn’t even know what I was doing but my instinct was talking to me, I raised my wrist and let the rune shine through.

The glow exploded.

The ground shuddered.

The altar split.

The valley began to tremble.

Stone grated against stone as a staircase emerged from the earth–spiraling downward into an abyss of glowing crystal and darkness.

One of the wardens stepped aside, bowing slightly. “The Gate recognizes you.”

And then-

The voice returned.

Only this time, it wasn’t just in my head.

It echoed all around.

“Enter, Serene. Your blood remembers. Your truth awaits.”

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