The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 39

Writer’s POV

The sunlight spilling through the tall windows was soft, golden. It

kissed Selene’s skin gently, and for the first time in two weeks, her

fingers twitched.

Mira blinked. Her breath caught in her throat.

She hadn’t been expecting it–no one had. Damian had finally left

that morning after two full weeks of staying rooted beside Selene like

a shadow with a heartbeat. Mira had nearly begged him to go. “You’ll

lose your mind if you don’t step outside, Damian. Just one meeting.”

Now she stood, stunned, watching Selene’s lashes flutter like wings

caught in a breeze.

“Selene?” she whispered, stepping closer, careful not to make a sound

too loud. “Can you hear me?”

There was a long pause. Mira’s hands trembled as she reached for

Selene’s wrist to check her pulse–but then Selene’s lips parted, dry

and pale.

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“…Water.”

Mira gasped. The glass slipped slightly in her grip as she turned

sharply, rushing to pour fresh water. She handed the glass to Selene,

supporting her as she drank, the slow tilt of her throat like the return

of something lost.

“You’re awake,” Mira whispered, smiling, eyes brimming with tears.

“Selene, you’re awake.”

Selene gave her a tiny nod. Her throat was sore, her body aching, but

she was alive. She was here.

“I need to call him,” Mira said, not even waiting for Selene to

respond.

At the Draconis Corp high–rise…

Damian sat at the head of the long glass conference table, surrounded

by Alphas in fine suits. The skyline of Lagos framed him like a throne, but his fingers drummed restlessly against the wood. He wasn’t listening.

One of the Alphas cleared his throat. “We need your signature to finalize the coastal expansion-”

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Damian’s phone buzzed.

Mira.

His heart stopped.

He snatched the phone from the table without apology. “What is it?”

“She’s awake.”

That was all Mira had to say.

The next thing anyone saw was Damian pushing his chair back so

hard it screeched against the floor. He didn’t say a word to the

startled Alphas–just turned and stormed out.

“Sir–Alpha Damian-”

But he was already gone.

Back at the mansion…

Selene sat up slowly, still propped by pillows, her hair a little messy,

cheeks flushed with life. Mira was seated beside her, trying not to cry

as she offered small spoons of soup Selene kept refusing.

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“I feel like I’ve been run over,” Selene muttered with a weak laugh.

“That’s because you have, darling. Emotionally, physically, spiritually

-name it.”

Selene let out a small laugh.

Then the front door slammed open.

Boots thundered across the marble floor.

And then–he was there.

8. 8.

Damian burst into the room like a storm, eyes wild, chest heaving.

The door banged against the wall but neither Selene nor Mira

flinched. He looked like he’d seen a ghost–and in a way, he had.

“Selene,” he said, voice like gravel and thunder.

She stared at him, unsure what to say.

Damian crossed the room in two strides and dropped to his knees

beside her bed.

And then he pulled her into him.

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His arms wrapped around her so tightly, Selene could barely breathe

-but she didn’t want to pull away. His scent hit her like a wave-

intoxicating, warm, painfully familiar. Her fingers trembled against

his shirt, gripping the fabric weakly.

“You’re here,” he whispered, his voice cracked and low. “You’re really

here.”

Her chin dipped, forehead resting against his.

He pulled back to look at her–really look at her. His hand cupped her

cheek. “Say something.”

Selene’s lips parted but she hesitated.

Damian’s brows drew together, frustration suddenly sharp in his

chest.

“Selene,” he said again, this time more demanding, the edge of

dominance creeping back into his voice. “Talk to me.”

She looked at him, eyes soft but unreadable.

“Selene,” his voice dropped to a growl, possessive and raw. “I haven’t

heard your voice in two weeks. I need to hear it now.”

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Still, she said nothing.

His jaw clenched. “Say my name.”

Selene’s eyes blinked

blinked slowly, and finally, barely above a whisper, she

said, “Damian.”

He exhaled, sharp and ragged, as if that one word was the only

oxygen he’d been denied for days. His head dropped to her shoulder,

and she felt the shake of his breath.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, burying his face into the crook

of her neck.

Selene’s fingers moved, weakly brushing his hair.

“You didn’t,” she whispered. “You didn’t lose me.”

He lifted his head slowly, looking at her like she was a miracle that dared return. “You shouldn’t have jumped in front of that bullet.”

She blinked. “You would’ve died.”

“I should’ve died,” he bit out, voice laced with fury and guilt. “Not

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