The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 46

The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 46

The afternoon sunlight spilled lazily through the tall windows,

casting golden patches across the sleek marble floors of the living

room. The entire estate seemed quiet, basking in a rare moment of

peace.

I leaned back into the plush cushions of the oversized sofa,

absentmindedly tracing the faint mark that lingered on the inside of

my wrist. A symbol, delicate yet haunting, left behind by the woman

who had visited my dreams the Queen of a lost kingdom.

—

Across from me, Mira was curled into an armchair like a cat, a mug of

coffee balanced between her hands, her legs tucked underneath her.

The air smelled faintly of vanilla from a candle burning nearby,

blending perfectly with the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

Damian had left a while ago, telling me earlier at breakfast – before

the heavy conversation about dreams and lullabies – that in three

days, we had a gala to attend.

Not just any gala, either. A formal, high–profile event dripping with

power and political undercurrents.

And after that, we’d be heading back to Los Angeles.

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The thought of it sent a strange ripple through me. Los Angeles. I’d

only just begun to find my footing here, and already the world was

shifting again.

But for now, it was just me and Mira, alone in the living room,

soaking in the afternoon calm.

“You keep staring at that mark like it’s about to come alive and start

singing,” Mira teased lightly, sipping her coffee.

I smiled faintly, letting my fingers drop from my wrist. “Feels like it

already did,” I murmured.

Mira laughed, setting her mug down on the side table with a soft

clink.

“So,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, “are we just going to

sit here and pretend you weren’t personally visited by royalty? Dead

royalty, mind you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You make it sound like I got a letter from

Hogwarts or something.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Mira grinned. “If the Queen of a whole lost

kingdom chooses you to visit in your sleep, sing you lullabies, and

leave magical tattoos on your skin…that’s, like, a big deal.”

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There was laughter in her voice, but something softer underneath

too. Respect, even admiration.

“I didn’t exactly invite her,” I said dryly, tucking a strand of hair

behind my ear. “She just…came.”

Mira tilted her head, studying me. “Do you think it means something?

Like… a destiny thing? Chosen One vibes?”

I snorted. “God, I hope not.”

She laughed again, a rich sound that filled the room. Then, her

expression shifted still playful but laced with a certain seriousness.

–

“It’s kind of badass, though. Being marked by a Queen. I mean, sure,

she’s dead, but still. That’s like ancient power, Selene.”

I shrugged, feeling the weight of it all pressing lightly on my

shoulders. “I don’t even know what it means yet. I don’t know why

me.”

Mira leaned back in her chair, tapping a finger thoughtfully against

her chin. “Maybe you’re the next Queen. You ever think about that?”

I gave her a look. “No. And don’t even joke,”

“I’m serious!” she said, holding up her hands in mock innocence.

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“Maybe you’re like… her heir or something. Chosen across time and

space. I mean, come on, Selene

–

the dream, the lullaby, the mark?

That’s not random.”

I shook my head, a half–smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “You

sound like a bad fantasy novel.”

Mira grinned. “Thank you. I try.”

We both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the kind that only came with real friendship. The candle flickered softly on the side table, the scent of vanilla wrapping around us like a blanket.

“You know,” Mira said after a while, her voice softer now, “it’s kind of

beautiful.”

I glanced up at her.

“The Queen,” she clarified. “I mean, imagine… ruling a kingdom so long ago that people barely remember it. And still, somehow, her memory’s strong enough to reach you. To mark you. That’s not just magic. That’s legacy.”

There was something about the way she said it that made my chest ache a little.

–

quiet, reverent –

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“Yeah,” I said softly. “It is beautiful.”

Mira smiled, but there was a glint in her eye that told me she wasn’t done teasing.

“So… does this make me your royal advisor?” she asked, flashing a

wicked grin.

I laughed, the sound surprising even myself. “More like my court

jester.”

She clutched her chest dramatically. “Wounded. Betrayed. I am

offended.”

“Good,” I said, tossing a pillow at her.

She caught it easily, sticking her tongue out at me before tossing it

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