The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 139

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The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 139

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de blade.

Damian was at my side in seconds, his body still weak but his instinct as sharp as ever. He stepped in front of me, shielding me with quiet, dangerous growl rumbling from deep in his chest.

“What does that mean?” Mira asked, stepping forward. “What followed her?”

The old woman–still as stone, eyes clouded with time–tilted her head. “A piece of the Elders. A shadow spirit. It clung to her soul in the moment she returned. Dormant now… but growing.”

I felt like the air had vanished from the room.

Inside me, something twisted–tight and dark. Like a whisper trying to crawl into my thoughts.

“No,” I said quietly. “That’s not possible. I didn’t feel anything.”

“Because it’s inside you,” she replied. “Not around you. It’s not an infection. It’s a hitchhiker.”

Damian’s arm came around my waist. “Get it out.”

“If it were that simple,” the woman muttered, “I would have done so already.”

Mira crossed her arms. “Then what do we do?”

“Find the gates,” the old woman said. “The real ones. She needs to undergo a cleansing–ancient magic. From the place where her bloodline began. It’s the only thing that can sever the spirit’s root.”

“And if we don’t?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The woman’s eyes glinted like cracked mirrors.

“Then you become its vessel.”

That night, I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw faces that weren’t mine. Eyes that burned like coal, Hands reaching for me from shadows.

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The hallways felt colder.

Candles flickered, then snuffed themselves out. In one of the upstairs mirrors, I thought I saw something behind me. But when i turned, nothing was there.

And still–something was wrong.

It started with the warrior named Caron. One of Damian’s most trusted fighters.

We were gathered in the main hall. Caron was stationed at the window, watching the woods. Then, all of a sudden, he turned.

His eyes were wide, unfocused.

He pulled his blade and lunged toward one of his own men, snarling something about betrayal. It took three others to hold him down.

“He swore the others were possessed,” one of the guards told Damian later. “Said someone was whispering in his ear.”

I swallowed hard.

Because I’d started hearing them, too.

I didn’t tell anyone.

Not even Damian.

Not when I passed the mirror and saw a version of myself smiling–while I wasn’t.

Not when I woke up in the middle of the night standing at the edge of the woods, barefoot and freezing, with no memory of how I got

there.

Not even when I heard a voice whisper in my head:

“You opened the gate. Now I walk with you.”

We gathered again the next morning.

Damian sat at the head of the war table, looking paler than usual but sharp–eyed. Mira stood to his right, arms crossed tightly. The old woman remained near the fire, silent and unreadable.

“We have to find Aleoria,” Mira said firmly. “Now. Before this thing inside her roots itself. Or worse.”

Damian nodded. “We move at first light. We head south–if the scrolls are right, there’s an old forest said to hide the veil.”

“And what about the spirit?” one of the warriors asked. “What if it gets stronger?”

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“That’s why we is not waiting.” Mira replied. “Serene doesn’t have much time.”

I stood beside Damian, heart pounding.

He glanced at me. “You good?”

I nodded slowly. “I’m holding it together.”

He reached for my hand under the table and squeezed it once.

“Then we keep going.”

That night, everything unraveled.

I was walking through the hallway–heading toward the west wing when I paused.

There, across from me, was the long hall mirror. Tall. Old. Framed in rusted iron.

And it was glowing.

I stepped closer, breath hitching.

My reflection stood still, staring back at me.

Then… it moved.

But I didn’t.

I froze.

Because in the glass–I wasn’t alone.

Behind me, a face.

Not mine.

Not even human.

Gray. Hollow, Eyes that burned like dying stars.

Its mouth moved.

I pressed my hand against the mirror–and so did it.

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Then, cracks smoked through the glass like veins.

1 backed away, gesping.

For a brief second–just one–my eyes in the reflection turned black.

“It’s starting,” I whispered.

And I knew then I couldn’t keep this to myself anymore.

I found Damian sitting alone in the war room, elbows resting on the edge of the table, eyes dark and tired.

He looked up as I walked in.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“I have to tell you something,” I blurted.

He frowned, “What is it?”

So I told him.

About the voices.

The mirror.

The version of myself I saw smiling.

About how I’d woken up outside. About the whispers in my mind.

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