The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

Kael had gone out before dawn, muttering something about checking the southern perimeter. He didn’t invite me. Didn’t tell me when he’d be back.

Maybe he needed space. Maybe I did, too.

The bruises on my ribs still ached. My fingers were raw from gripping the blade too hard yesterday. But I didn’t mind the soreness.

What stayed with me more than the pain… was the silence he left behind.

I stood in the middle of his living room – rustic, sparse, disciplined.

A fireplace that hadn’t been lit in weeks. A chair pushed slightly back from the table, like someone had sat down and never returned. No pictures on the walls. No clutter.

But it didn’t feel empty.

It felt… haunted.

I wandered further inside.

The house wasn’t large. Just a modest cabin tucked deep in the woods, wrapped in shadows and pine. The kind of place you’d build if you didn’t want to be found.

The walls were wooden, dark with age. The floors creaked softly beneath my bare feet.

Kael’s presence lingered in everything – the precision, the austerity, the sharp order of things. But as I moved through the space, I began to notice the cracks.

A coat rack with only one coat hanging.

A chipped mug on the windowsill.

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A dried flower brittle and faded still clinging to life in a small glass vase.

I paused.

Why keep a dead flower?

I walked to the windowsill and picked up the vase. The flower was long gone, just stem and ash. But the vase was beautiful – delicate blue glass with intricate swirls. Handmade.

Maybe a gift.

Maybe… a memory.

Setting it down, I moved toward a narrow hallway. Two doors. One

open. One closed.

I stepped into the open room.

It was a study – books lined every wall. Not just strategy manuals or military theory like I expected, but… poetry. History. Ancient texts I couldn’t even read. Some handwritten.

There was a table pushed near the window. Papers stacked high. A knife buried in one of them, pinning it in place.

I slid the paper free and glanced at it.

A list. Names, crossed out. Others circled. recognized some. Enemies of Damian. Rebel allies. Dead men and missing leaders.

This wasn’t just a list.

It was a war.

And Kael was still fighting it alone, in the dark, even after everyone else had surrendered.

This one… hadn’t been touched in years.

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