The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

After the doctor left, Damian disappeared into the kitchen. Mira

followed shortly after, muttering something about “emotional gut

problems and romantic drama.”

I sank further into the couch, hugging the blanket tighter. My throat

ached from holding everything in.

Twenty minutes later, Damian returned with a steaming bowl and a

spoon.

“I made you soup,” he said quietly, crouching beside me again. “It’s

nothing fancy–just broth, ginger, and a little rice. It’ll settle your

stomach.”

He helped me sit up and handed me the bowl. I took it, surprised by

the smell–warm, homemade, careful.

“Thank you,” I murmured, sipping it slowly. The warmth calmed me,

at least physically.

He watched me with soft eyes, brushing a lock of hair from my

forehead. “I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered. “You’re the

strongest person I know.”

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I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

A few minutes later, he returned with two white tablets and a glass of

water. “Doctor said to take both.”

I nodded, taking the glass and the pills. As he turned to adjust the

curtains across the room, I brought the pills to my lips, pretended to

sip, then palmed them quietly. When he turned back around, I placed

the empty glass on the table and slipped my hand under the blanket.

When he wasn’t looking, I dropped them beneath the couch cushion,

my heart hammering.

He walked over, kissed the top of my head gently, and helped me up.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

In the bedroom, the silence stretched thick. Mira poked her head in

with a dramatic sigh. “Need anything? Ice water? Peppermints?

Lavender oil? Magic potion?”

I gave her a faint smile and shook my head.

“Suit yourself,” she said. “Try not to die in the night. I don’t like

haunted halls.”

Damian glared at her as she walked off, then dimmed the light beside

the bed and helped me lie down. He slipped in next to me, arms

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protective but not clinging. I was glad for that. I wasn’t sure I could

speak, let alone be held.

I lay still, staring at the ceiling while his breathing slowly evened out

beside me.

But my mind–my mind was screaming.

Is this the reason you never searched for us?

Naia’s voice rang again.

You don’t even know the amount of damages Alpha Damian has

caused.

Could it be true?

I thought about the night I was dragged to the auction. About how I

screamed for someone–anyone–to help. Naia had been there. I’d seen her eyes fill with tears. I hadn’t seen her again… until tonight.

She said she escaped with help from someone named Darius.

She said…

Everything your father built…

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I swallowed the lump in my throat, blinking into the dark.

Had I been blind this entire time?

Was Damian part of the destruction Naia had spoken about?

thought of his kindness. His patience. The way he touched my wrist

like I might break. The way he watched me eat the soup.

The way he made me feel safe.

I’m in love with him, Naia. He’s the best thing that ever happened to

1. me.

The words I’d said not even two hours ago felt foolish now. Reckless.

Naive.

My chest ached, but not from the lie I told about stomach pain.

This pain was real.

This pain was Naia’s face fading into the dark.

This pain was the sting in her voice when she said: “You were willing

to abandon your packs for him.”

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I turned in bed, slowly, careful not to wake Damian. I stared at his

face, so peaceful in sleep. He looked nothing like a monster. Nothing

like a destroyer.

But how much did I really know?

Tomorrow–I’d start finding out. Quietly. Carefully.

For Naia. For my father. For the people I had forgotten in the comfort

of his arms.

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