The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Ivy’s voice was calm, but something flickered behind her eyes. She

glanced down at her buzzing phone and sighed.

“I have to go,” she said, closing her laptop and sliding it back into her

bag. “An emergency came up. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Before I could ask questions, she was already heading for the door.

“Don’t worry, Selene,” she added with a brief glance back. “We’re

getting close. Rest up, and we’ll figure this out.”

I watched the door close behind her, feeling the silence she left

behind stretch a little too long.

Mira walked in moments later, a plate of fresh fruit in hand. “Ivy gone

already?” she asked, placing the tray on the nightstand.

I nodded. “Yeah. She said something came up. She’ll be back

tomorrow.”

Mira narrowed her eyes in mock suspicion. “Mmm. I don’t trust you,

Selene. You probably stabbed her with a pen or something.”

I gave her an unimpressed look. “Really?”

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She laughed, flopping down on the edge of the bed. “What? You do

have that tiny psycho look sometimes.”

I shook my head, biting back a smile.

The front door opened downstairs, and heavy footsteps echoed

through the hallway. Damian.

I hurried downstairs to greet him, the scent of him already calming

whatever was left of the Queen’s echo in my mind.

“You’re back,” I said softly.

He leaned in, kissing me on the cheek before eyeing me closely. “Ivy

told me what happened.”

I nodded slowly, chewing my bottom lip. “She said the mark on my

arm is tied to the royal bloodline… to the Queen herself. I don’t even

know what to think. I mean, what does that make me? I don’t feel like

royalty.”

Damian tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “What it makes you,”

he said gently, “is powerful. Dangerous to the wrong people. And

absolutely not alone.” His voice lowered. “I already sent my boys to

dig into the post–kingdom archives. We’ll know more soon. But one

thing’s for sure–whatever’s coming, we’ll face it together.”

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His words made something in my chest soften. I nodded, more

grateful than I could express.

“Now go shower and come down for dinner,” I said, changing the

subject with a grin.

I gave him a mischievous smile. “Actually… I cooked.”

He froze mid–step and turned around, eyebrows lifted. “You cooked?”

I crossed my arms. “Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?”

Damian burst into laughter. “Because last time you tried, you nearly

burnt the eggs and set off the alarm.”

“That was months ago! I’ve improved. Duh.”

He walked over, crowding my space until his arms circled my waist.

His lips brushed against my ear. “Are you cooking for me to show me

how much you love me?”

I tilted my head, smiling coyly. “Something like that.‘

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He chuckled darkly, lowering his lips to my jaw. “Then I guess I’ll

have to eat you first… before I eat what’s downstairs.”

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I gasped, laughing, slapping his chest lightly. “Damian!”

“You’re so naughty,” I teased.

“You love it,” he whispered.

And before I could say another word, he swept me into his arms in

one smooth movement, carrying me bridal–style toward the

bathroom.

We were still fully clothed as he set me down inside the marble–tiled

shower. The water hadn’t even started yet, but his gaze was molten.

The tension between us surged like electricity. He reached behind me,

flicking the switch. Warm water spilled from the rainfall showerhead,

soaking our clothes in seconds. Neither of us moved–just eyes

locked, breathless.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

It was slow at first–wet, warm, tasting like promise. His hands slid

under my soaked shirt, peeling it off my skin, then down to my jeans.

In seconds, the rest of my clothes hit the floor, followed by his. We

stood bare beneath the water, the steam rising around us like smoke.

He lifted me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist,

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arms clinging to his shoulders. My back pressed to the cool, fogged-

up wall, and his body pressed against mine–solid, warm, grounding.

There were no words.

Just water trickling down our skin.

Just his mouth on mine.

His fingers traced a heated path down my spine as he moved inside

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