The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

I sat beside Damian on the window seat, the fire crackling softly in the hearth behind us. His hand was warm in mine, his thumb moving in slow, steady circles over my knuckles. The air between us was heavy, not with tension, but with something deeper–unspoken weight.

“I thought I lost you,” I whispered, my voice barely carrying over the flicker of flames. “I saw you die, Damian. I saw you drop dead in front of me.”

He turned to me, brows pinching. “Serene…”

“No,” I interrupted softly, my throat tightening. “Don’t say it was just a dream. Don’t say it wasn’t real. Maybe it happened in some other realm or plane–I don’t care. It felt real to me. You were dying, and I couldn’t save you.”

He looked down, jaw tightening.

“I’m here,” he said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The room felt still.

“You say that now,” 1 murmured. “But people always leave. One way or another.”

He shook his head, his hand tightening on mine. “Not me.”

Silence stretched. I turned to look at him properly now, my gaze tracing the sharp lines of his face, the flicker of gold in his eyes. “Then tell me something.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Tell me about you. Enough about me and my bloodline and destinies and dreams. I want to know who the hell Damian really is.”

His brow furrowed, hesitating.

“I mean it,” I whispered. “Talk to me,”

Damian let out a slow breath, his eyes drifting out the frost–kissed window.

“My parents died when I was thirteen,” he began, voice low, gravelly. “Rogues hit our estate one night. My father was a strong Alpha… not Mafia. Just

regular Pack Alpha. They tore him apart.”

I swallowed

“My mom fried to shield my little sister, I tried to help them, but I was just a kid. Not shifted. Not fast enough. They took het. We found her blood near the riverbank but no body. No trace, Just… gone.”

My hand slid up to cup his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch like it grounded him,

“I was sent to live with my uncle. He was different. A Mafia Alpha. Huthless, Calculated. He took me in and raised me like a soldier, not a child. Taught me

power. Control. How to fight… how to kill.”

His voice cracked slightly,

“Eventually, 1 became one of them. Took over the whole region. Ran operations. But I never stopped looking for my sister. Never stopped remembering that

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night.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, my heart pounding.

“And the rogues who killed your family?”

“They’re dead,” he said simply. “Every last one.”

Silence again. Not the empty kind. The kind that sits heavy with emotion.

“You’ve carried this alone all this time?” I whispered.

“There was no one to tell,” he replied, his hand curling over mine. “Until now.”

We sat like that for a moment–two broken people holding each other in the quiet, both scarred, both soft in ways the world had tried to harden.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice catching.

Damian shook his head and looked down at me, brushing his knuckles along my cheekbone. “You don’t have to be. You being here, Serene… it makes it feel like all of that pain meant something. Like it led me to you.”

My breath caught.

It wasn’t a declaration. It was a quiet truth, the kind that settles in your bones.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I said.

“You won’t,” he promised, voice rough.

I looked up at him, my lips parting slightly. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and for a heartbeat the world fell silent. We leaned in-

And then he winced.

“Damian?” I whispered, pulling back.

He grabbed at his chest suddenly, breathing ragged,

“What–what’s happening?” I shot up, panic slicing through me.

Damian groaned, doubling over.

“No, no, no I dropped to my knees beside him. “Damian?!”

His hands trembled. Sweat broke along his brow.

“1” He gasped, “Something’s wrong–inside-

I reached for his face, holding it between my palms.

“Look at me, baby–hey, look at me!”

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His eyes met mine, wide and scared–an expression I never thought I’d see on his face.

Then he collapsed.

“DAMIAN!”

I screamed his name, voice tearing out of my throat. His body hit the floor like stone, chest rising only faintly.

“No no no–please–Damian–don’t do this to me!”

I pressed my hands to his chest. I didn’t know what I was doing–healers, I needed healers–Mira–someone–anyone.

“DAMIAN, STAY WITH ME!” I shouted again, tears pouring down my face. “Don’t you dare leave me, you bastard!”

But he didn’t move.

He just laid there.

Still.

Breathing shallowly.

Unconscious.

Fading.

And in that moment, with the firelight casting shadows across his face, I felt something inside me break open.

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