The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 98

But he didn’t.

“You’re a werewolf?” I said again.

He nodded.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay. But, like… do you shift? Full wolf? Fur? Fangs? Growl?”

“Yes.”

“Not just a furry hobbyist?”

“No.”

“…Cursed with really strong sideburns?”

“Serene.”

I clutched my head. “This isn’t real. You’re too hot to be a werewolf. Where’s the ugly snout? The scary claws? The tail?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I have all those. Just… not at the office.”

I sank into the chair like I was melting. “Okay. Wait. Hold on.”

He gave me a second.

I finally said, “So when I was ranting about wolves and shifting and moonlight and all that–you weren’t freaked out?”

“No,” he said calmly. “I was amused.”

“You didn’t think I was crazy?”

“Never.”

“Not even when I said the squirrel was my spirit animal?”

“Especially then.”

I stared at him. “So you knew? You knew all along?”

“I suspected,” he said. “But I didn’t expect a drunken confession in a burger bar.”

I groaned into my hands. “I want to disappear.”

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“You’re safe, Serene. With me.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “So… you’re not going to make this weird?”

He smiled gently. “Only if you keep calling yourself the pink–furred warrior of the forest.”

I laughed–actually laughed–and suddenly, the weight on my chest was gone.

He didn’t hate me. He didn’t reject me. He understood.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Maybe I didn’t need to disappear.

But just when I thought I could handle life again-

I slammed the front door shut and tossed my bag on the floor like it owed me rent.

Naia peeked out of the kitchen, a spoon in her mouth and soup bubbling on the stove. “You’re home early. What happened? Did he fire you? Did he say you suck? Did you cry in public again?”

I walked past her in silence, grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, screamed into it for three full seconds, then dropped onto the sofa like my bones had

evaporated.

Naia raised an eyebrow. “So… Tuesday?”

I sat up slowly, hair wild, eyes wide. “Lucas. Is. A. Werewolf.”

Naia blinked. “Come again?”

“Lucas Draven. Our boss. CEO of a draven company. Suits too tight, jawline too sharp, eyes like he can see into your soul? That Lucas? He’s a freaking

werewolf.”

Naia slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth. “I knew it.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I knew there was no way a human man could look that good and still have flawless instincts during power point meetings. That man smells fear like a

bloodhound.”

I threw a pillow at her. “This is not the time to admire his instincts!”

She dodged the pillow like a ninja. “Okay, so, wait–did he tell you? Or did you catch him sniffing a fire hydrant?”

I groaned. “He called me into his office. I thought I was about to be fired, or sued, or tranquilized. But nooo. He leaned against his desk like a rom–cem villain and said–‘I’m a werewolf too.‘ Just like that. All calm and sexy and completely illegal!”

Naia’s eyes widened. “And you didn’t faint? I would’ve fainted. Or proposed.”

“I almost choked on my own tongue,” I muttered. “And then I asked him if he was just a furry with strong sideburns.”

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Naia cackled. “Oh my god. You’re a menace.”

“I’m a walking disaster,” I moaned.

“Honestly,” she said, shrugging, “if he still likes you after that, marry him. That’s soulmate–level patience.”

I groaned louder. “I told him my fur would be pink, Naia. Pink. And he laughed. Like I was some cartoon poodle.”

Naia dropped next to me on the couch and patted my head. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

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“I need therapy.”

“You need tequila.”

We both sighed.

Then she nudged me. “So… does this mean you’re into him?”

I paused. “…Unfortunately no.”

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