The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 64

The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 64

The dress shimmered like liquid emerald under the golden evening

light, casting soft green hues along the walls of the room. Mira’s

fingers worked fast, twisting my dark hair into an elegant updo,

securing it with silver pins shaped like tiny roses.

“Don’t move, Serene,” she warned with a grin. “One loose strand and

the whole thing falls apart.”

“I’ll sit here like a statue,” I murmured, voice calm but heart

thumping. I stared at my reflection in the tall mirror. I barely

recognized myself.

The gown hugged my body perfectly, off–shoulder with a deep

neckline and a flowing train that swept the floor when I moved.

Delicate embroidery danced along the hem. I had never worn

anything like this. I had never been anything like this.

“You look like someone who commands the room,” Mira said proudly,

hands on her hips. “Like the Luna you’re becoming.”

I met her eyes in the mirror and gave her a quiet smile. “Thank you.”

A knock at the door interrupted the moment.

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“Come in,” I said, standing as Mira moved to adjust the hem.

The door opened.

Damian stepped inside.

Everything else faded for a moment. He wore a tailored black tuxedo, the jacket perfectly cut to show off his broad shoulders. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, no tie, and the top button undone in that casual, dangerous way that only Damian could make look

royal. His eyes locked onto mine and didn’t move.

He looked me up and down, slowly. Then a small smile curled at the

corner of his lips.

“Serene,” he said, voice low and smooth. “You’re going to ruin people

tonight.”

I let out a soft laugh. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Shall we?” He offered his arm.

I stepped forward and placed my hand in his. His warmth steadied

1. me. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Over with?” he chuckled. “This is your night, Luna.”

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The ballroom was a kingdom of gold and glass.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings like falling stars. Every inch of the space shimmered–polished marble floors, rich

tapestries, flickering candlelight. It was like walking into a dream

crafted by ancient royalty. The room was full of nobles, Alphas, and

their mates, dressed in silks, velvet, and jewels.

As we entered, every pair of eyes turned to us.

To Damian.

To me.

A soft hush fell over the room.

Some bowed slightly to Damian. Others whispered as they watched us

pass. Their eyes lingered on me longer than I liked–judging,

wondering, recognizing.

I walked beside him with my chin high and heart thudding.

“Relax,” Damian whispered against my temple. “You belong here.”

We reached the center of the room where a long table was set with

gold–rimmed glasses and white roses in crystal vases. Damian pulled

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out a chair for me.

As I sat, I caught sight of a tall, pale–haired man stepping through the

entrance.

The man stepped through the doors like he owned the place.

Tall. Dressed in all black. His silver hair was slicked back, his boots

quiet against the marble floor. His presence alone seemed to silence

the air around him.

And then his eyes landed on me.

He didn’t blink.

He just… stared.

Then his lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk.

What was that look?

He walked straight toward us with unnerving calm.

“Good day, Luna,” he said, voice low and smooth. The way he said it

sent a shiver down my spine–not disrespectful, not warm either.

Just… calculated.

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He didn’t wait for a reply. He leaned into Damian and whispered

something in his car.

I watched Damian’s features tighten slightly.

Then the man turned and walked off, disappearing into the crowd like

smoke.

I looked at Damian, heart thudding. “Who was that?”

Damian’s gaze stayed on the place the man had vanished. “Taurus,

one of my boys,” he said under his breath, jaw clenched.

“Taurus?”

Damian nodded once, then turned to me.

“I need to step out for a few minutes,” he said gently. “Will you be

alright here?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He stood, gave my hand a light squeeze, then followed Taurus across

the ballroom and disappeared behind a velvet curtain.

I stood after a while, needing to breathe. The ballroom was beautiful

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but heavy. Full of whispers. I walked to the refreshment table, passing

a dozen strangers and curious glances. A waiter handed me a small

crystal plate. I picked up a tiny cheesecake and bit into it absently,

wondering where Damian had gone–and who that man was.

I turned to head back-

“Serene?”

The voice stopped my heart.

I froze.

I knew that voice. I would know it anywhere. It was soaked in

memories–secret laughter under blankets, fingers laced in mine

during thunderstorms, soft singing during lonely nights.

I turned around slowly.

Standing there in a silver gown was a girl I hadn’t seen since the

worst night of my life.

“Naia…” I whispered.

She hadn’t changed much. Her dark curls were shorter now, and her

cheeks slimmer, but those wide amber eyes were the same. Full of

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fire. Full of something else now, too–grief? Hope?

“You’re alive,” she breathed, stepping forward.

“So are you,” I said softly.

Naia didn’t smile.

The last time I saw her was the night I was dragged from our room,

shackled and blindfolded, thrown into the back of a truck and sold at

the auction like an animal.

I never got to say goodbye.

Neither did she.

“I looked for you,” she said suddenly. “I did. I swear. They told me you

were dead. That there was nothing left.”

I shook my head, my voice cracking. “I thought you were gone too.”

She took another step forward–then froze. Her eyes darted to

something behind me. Her posture stiffened.

“What?” I asked.

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Naia looked over her shoulder again. Her jaw clenched. “We can’t talk

here.”

“What’s going on?”

“No time,” she snapped, grabbing my wrist. “Come with me. Now.”

“Naia-”

“Please.”

Her grip was firm but not cruel. Urgent. Familiar. Just like old times-

when she used to pull me out of boring meetings or sneak me out to

climb the roof.

But this wasn’t childhood mischief.

This was something darker.

I hesitated–but something in her eyes, something desperate and raw,

made me nod.

We slipped out through the side hallway as the music swelled again

behind us.