The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

I was going to resign.

Like, for real. I even Googled “How to quit your job without sounding insane.” Step one: “Be professional.” Step two: “Don’t cry.”

I failed both.

It was Monday morning. The air smelled like panic and perfume. I had changed my outfit three times, done my makeup twice, and sprayed on so much body mist I was starting to choke on it. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I stepped into the elevator at Draven Enterprises. Each floor ding felt like a

countdown to my public execution.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Death.

The doors opened, and there it was–hell disguised as a sleek, open–concept office with glass walls and fake plants. I peeked in like I was hiding from a

ghost.

“Serene! You’re here!”

I flinched so hard my bag flew off my shoulder.

“Oh! Hey, Marcy,” I said through gritted teeth.

She smiled too wide, clutching her coffee like it was her emotional support animal. “The boss is in already. Said to let him know when you arrive.”

“Oh… did he?” I coughed. “No biggie, just gonna, y’know, pretend I’m invisible.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Nothing! I said I’m… incredibly visible! Haha! Gotta go… type… things!”

I shuffled to my desk like a criminal. My plan was simple: avoid Lucas Draven until retirement or death, whichever came first. Unfortunately, I had to pass his glass office to get to mine. So, naturally, I walked like a raccoon who broke into a kitchen and was trying not to be seen..

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t lo-

My eyes darted.

And of course, he was staring right at me.

Lucas freaking Draven. In his charcoal suit and tailored shirt that hugged his very unprofessional biceps. He raised an eyebrow, sipping his coffee like the CEO of all my poor life choices.

I panicked and did what any mature adult would do.

I ran.

To my desk. Slammed down. Pretended to be busy. Opened Excel. Typed “I AM A DISGRACE” twenty–seven times into a spreadsheet.

7:41 pm

Chapter 97

This was fine.

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Totally fine.

*Seren

“JEXIS–1 screamed before realizing it was just my from marketing.

she looked alarmed. “You okay?

“Yeah! Yes. Just… stress. Deadlines. Trees. Climate change. You know

She nodded slowly and backed away.

I spent the next hour hiding. Ducking behind printers. Pretending to photorspy blank paper. Sending Nais frantie wets lite

ME: Do you think he’ll fire me ???

NAIA: No.

ME: What if he puts silver in my coffee??

NAIA: Stop watching vampire shows.

Then came the message I’d been dreading:

Lascas Draven: My office. Now,

died.

My soul ascended.

Then I put on lip balm. fixed my ponytail, and walked into the bee’s d

His Offer – BEA the Pier 1 Get Fired

The door cined behind me with a cinematic chick Lanes dirt has me tight see we willing

Isun there awkwardly fingers ishching “Ave wanted by see such

He finally tubes up.

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Chapter 97

“I am so sorry.”

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He chuckled. “And when you accused a tree of watching you shift?”

“Please stop.”

“And then whispered that your fur would be pink if you ever transformed?”

“I WAS DRUNK, LUCAS.”

He laughed fully now, head tilted back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know.”

I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re not… firing me?”

“No.”

“…Reporting me to a lab?”

“No.”

I stared. “Then what?”

He stood slowly, walked around his desk, and leaned against it–arms crossed, looking right at me.

“Because I’m a werewolf too.”

Silence.

Actual, real silence. My brain blue–screened.

I blinked. “You’re a what now?”

“A werewolf. Like you.”

I stared harder, hoping he’d laugh and say just kidding, or confess to being high on caffeine,

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