The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 128

Serene’s POV

The night air was still vibrating from the echo of the gate opening. That impossible altar had split down the center, stone grinding against stone, revealing a winding staircase that disappeared into a glowing abyss beneath the earth. The Gate of Aleoria had opened for me. For my blood. For the truth we were about to face.

I should have been shaking with fear or wonder, but all I felt was a strange, burning stillness. My hand still clutched the pendant, its warmth pressed into my palm like a second heartbeat. Damian stood beside me, shoulders tense in his human form. Mira had her weapons drawn, eyes flicking between the

treeline and the stairs.

“Why aren’t they saying anything?” Mira murmured. “The wardens–where did they go?”

I turned. The crimson–robed figures who had tested my blood and bowed before me–gone. Vanished. Like they were never here.

The silence twisted.

Too thick. Too sharp.

Damian sniffed the air. His jaw tensed. “Get behind me.”

Mira didn’t speak–she just moved, one step closer to me. My back hit the altar stone, and I didn’t know whether it was instinct or dread, but I reached for

the small blade tucked into my boot anyway. My skin prickled.

And then I smelled it.

Blood.

Burnt fur. Smoke. And something ancient and wrong.

The forest exploded.

Wolves tore through the shadows like a flood, at least ten of them, their bodies massive and covered in dark leather armor, metal spikes welded into their

shoulders. Their eyes burned gold, but not like our kind. This was unnatural. Tainted. A bloodline bred for one purpose.

Kill.

ever

I didn’t even scream. My body just moved.

Damian shifted instantly, bones breaking, fur bursting through flesh as he launched into the first attacker. His black wolf form collided with the enemy in a brutal crash, ripping the beast’s throat open before it could fully land.

Mira was just as fast, her silver wolf leaping and tearing with clean, practiced precision. She spun midair, claws slicing across a second enemy’s face, sending it howling into the dirt.

I stayed human, crouched low, adrenaline surging. I didn’t shift–not yet. Something in me told me to wait. To watch. There was something wrong with this ambush. It wasn’t just a random attack.

We weren’t being stopped.

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We were being targeted.

The wolves weren’t fighting like normal rogues or mercenaries. They moved like a unit. Synchronized. Vicious. Silent.

And they weren’t just trying to kill us.

They were trying to isolate Damian.

I saw it in the way three broke off, circling him. Drawing him away from the altar. Away from me.

“No,” I whispered. I stood, about to run, when two wolves lunged at me from the side.

I ducked under the first, grabbing a jagged rock and smashing it into its temple with everything I had. The second knocked me flat on my back, its teeth aiming for my throat-

But Mira came out of nowhere, slamming into it, jaws snapping around its spine, ripping it off me in a flurry of blood and fur. She didn’t pause. She kept

moving, spinning and lunging toward another.

I pushed myself up, breath ragged.

Across the valley, Damian was a storm of black fury. He moved with rage and precision, taking down three, four, maybe five wolves–tearing through flesh

and bone like a weapon made for war.

And that’s when I saw him.

He didn’t shift. Didn’t fight.

He just walked.

Through the chaos. Through the blood.

Tall, lean. His black coat brushed the grass. His hands were gloved. Calm. Controlled.

He didn’t belong to this fight. He was above it.

And he was going straight for Damian.

“Damian!” I screamed.

But Damian couldn’t hear me over the growls, over the snarling death spiraling around him.

The stranger moved fast–inhumanly fast. A blur of motion. A flick of his wrist.

Something silver gleamed in his hand.

A blade. Thin as a needle, coated in thick black liquid.

Poison.

Before Damian could turn, the stranger plunged the blade up under his ribs–low, fast, precise.

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No cry. No growl,

Just a grunt of breath.

The stranger didn’t linger. He vanished into the trees as if he’d never existed.

Damian twisted violently, blood spraying from his mouth as he ripped into another wolf–like nothing had happened. Like he could just fight through it.

But I saw it.

The way his back bent. The way his paws staggered. The way his claws missed their mark.

Mira saw it too.

“No,” she said, already shifting back into human form and running.

I ran too.

Damian shifted back mid–step, collapsing into human form–shirtless, soaked in blood, a shaking hand pressed to his side. His breathing was ragged.

“I’m fine,” he growled, voice barely audible.

“You’re not fine,” I cried, dropping to my knees beside him.

His hand slipped away.

Blood poured from the wound. Black and thick. The poison had already started its work.

I pressed my hands over it, trying to stop it, but it was useless. My fingers were shaking. My chest tight.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Damian, don’t you dare.”

Mira knelt beside me. “The poison’s in his bloodstream. Too fast. Too much.”

“There’s something–we can get help, there’s a healer-”

“Serene,” he rasped.

1 froze.

He lifted a blood covered hand and touched my face.

“You opened the gate,” he said, smiling through the pain. “That’s all I needed to see.”

“No, No. You stay with me,” I begged. “We’re not done. You were supposed to-

“Protect you.” His breath caught. “I did.”

Tears blurred my vision.

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“Don’t do this.”

His fingers dropped from my cheek.

His chest stopped moving.

i couldn’t say anything. It was as if my voice was being seized.

Mira leaned forward, placing her hand gently over his eyes and closing them.

That’s when the scream escaped my lips

NO!!!!!!!!

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