The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The house was quiet that morning. Not the kind of silence that made

things feel dead–but the kind that made it easier to breathe.

Peaceful. Warm light from the rising sun spilled into the kitchen

through the tall windows, washing everything in soft gold.

I stood by the counter, holding a mug of coffee with both hands. It

was still hot, the steam rising and curling like it had something to

say. My feet were bare against the smooth floor, and my hair was

pulled back messily. I hadn’t slept well, not after what I saw–or

dreamed. I still wasn’t sure which.

The lullaby kept playing in my mind. Over and over. Soft and strange.

The words didn’t belong to any language I’d heard before. They felt

older. Like they weren’t meant to be spoken at all.

Behind me, two of the kitchen maids moved around the space, setting out fresh bread and chopping fruit. They didn’t talk much. Just soft murmurs and the clink of plates. Even they felt slower this morning,

like the house itself was still waking up.

I stared out the window, sipping slowly, my thoughts far away.

“Morning,” came Damian’s voice from the hallway.

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I turned slightly to see him walking in, dressed sharply as always.

Dark slacks. A button–down shirt. His hair still damp from the shower,

combed neatly. He moved with purpose–like always–but something

about him still made me curious. He was calm, yet too watchful. I

couldn’t figure him out.

He gave a polite nod toward me, then glanced at Mira who was seated

near the dining table flipping through a few reports.

“I’m heading out,” he said. “Shouldn’t be long.”

Mira barely looked up. “Alright. We’ll be fine.”

I just gave him a small nod and returned to my coffee.

Damian paused like he wanted to say more, but then he left. The front

door clicked softly shut behind him.

It was only when I heard the silence again that I turned to Mira.

“Hey… can I borrow your laptop?”

She looked up, brows raised. “My laptop?”

I forced a casual smile. “Just for a bit. I want to check something.”

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Mira didn’t question it. “Sure. It’s upstairs on my desk. You okay?”

“Yeah. Just curious about something I heard last night.” That part was

technically true.

I didn’t wait for more questions. I walked upstairs with my coffee in

hand, heading for Mira’s room. I grabbed her sleek black laptop from

her desk and carried it into one of the guest rooms, locking the door

behind me.

I sat on the bed, letting the mug rest on the nightstand, and opened

the laptop.

The screen lit up.

I hesitated for a second, then typed into the browser:

“Ancient werewolf songs”

“Unknown languages in werewolf legends”

“Aleshka lae vahira meaning”

“Vanthor sael dreenka”

Most of the results were… nothing. Just fantasy fan pages, forums

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filled with people pretending to be werewolves, or ridiculous YouTube

videos with dramatic music and zero real information.

But I kept digging anyway.

I pulled out my phone and typed the lullaby lyrics into a note:

“Aleshka… lae vahira,

Vanthor… sael dreenka,

Shala voren… otha elen,

Vaelithra… nae thulna.”

I even tried searching word by word. Comparing them phonetically to

old werewolf dialects, to Latin, to Elvish, to Gaelic. I wasn’t a

language expert. I barely passed Ancient Pack History back home. But

something about this–this strange pull in my chest–wouldn’t let me

stop.

I kept the volume low, just in case. Mira didn’t need to know what I

was looking for. This was mine.

The woman in my dream–if she was real–she knew something. That lullaby wasn’t random. It felt personal. Like it had been waiting for

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1. me. I didn’t know what it meant, but I wasn’t going to give up until I

found out.

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