The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The day moved faster than I could have imagined.

Before I knew it, the afternoon sun had dipped lower, staining the

walls of Damian’s home in gold. Mira was in my room–well, Damian’s

room now, I supposed–flitting around with excitement that made my

stomach twist.

“I can’t believe you’re finally going to one of these events with him,”

she giggled, tugging at my hair as she pinned it up into a loose,

elegant style. “It’s like a movie.”

I chuckled nervously. “It’s not my first gala, you know.”

“Yeah, but this one’s different,” she said, fluffing my curls and

spinning me around to face the mirror. “This time, you’re not there

because you have to be. You’re there because you belong.”

I stared at my reflection.

The red gown clung to my body like a second skin. Deep silver

embroidery danced across the bodice, tracing delicate patterns down

to the floor. The slit up one thigh was daring, but not vulgar — just

enough to feel like a hidden secret. Around my neck, a thin silver

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chain with a wolf pendant rested against my collarbone.

But what caught my attention most wasn’t the dress, or the hair, or

even the faint, natural makeup Mira had insisted on.

It was the mark on my hand.

The strange, delicate swirl of silver and pale gold that had first

appeared when I escaped Mark’s captivity – glowing faintly under the

light.

Mira caught me staring at it and bumped my shoulder playfully.

“You’re not hiding that tonight.”

I laughed under my breath. “As if I could.”

“It suits you, you know. Makes you look like… I don’t know… a badass

chosen one or something.” She grinned mischievously. “Or maybe like

a future Queen.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my

lips.

“Alright,” she said dramatically, stepping back and clapping her

hands. “You’re ready.”

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A knock at the door made me jump.

“Come in,” Mira called out brightly.

The door swung open

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and Damian walked in.

Or, rather, Damian strode in, like a force of nature.

He wore a black suit, perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders and

lean frame. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, just

enough to show a sliver of his bronzed skin. His dark hair was combed

back but still messy in that way only he could pull off.

He looked sinful.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared.

His dark eyes drank me in, moving slowly from the top of my pinned

hair to the silver heels peeking beneath the gown.

The air grew thick between us.

“You…” he said, voice rough. He cleared his throat and stepped closer,

the muscles in his jaw working. “You are breathtaking.”

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.

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