All Chapters of Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The air between them felt dangerous. Not because of power. Not because of the training. Because neither of them was moving. Lucian’s hand still held her wrist. Amara’s body still pressed lightly against his. Their breathing uneven in the quiet darkness of the empty training field. “Again,” he had said. But neither of them had continued. Amara swallowed hard. Her heart was beating too fast. Way too fast. “This is weird,” she muttered softly. Lucian’s gaze never left hers. “No.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “How is this not weird?” A pause. Then— “Because you stopped fighting it.” Her breath caught. “That’s not true.” “It is.” She shook her head quickly. “I’m just tired.” “You’re lying. Her jaw tightened. “You’re very annoying.” “And you’re avoiding the point.” Silence stretched between them again. Heavy. Warm. Too intimate. Amara became painfully aware of every little thing. The heat of his body. The roughness of his hand around her wrist. The way hi

Obsession

Victor Hale did not believe in fate. He believed in power. Control. Strategy. ⸻ Fate was for weak people who needed excuses for the chaos in their lives. Victor created chaos. He did not surrender to it. ⸻ And yet— ⸻ For the second night in a row… He couldn’t stop thinking about her. ⸻ The city stretched endlessly beneath the glass walls of his penthouse, glowing with cold lights and restless movement, but Victor barely noticed any of it. His attention remained fixed on the screen in front of him. ⸻ A paused image. ⸻ Amara. ⸻ Captured during the attack. ⸻ White eyes glowing faintly beneath the darkness. Power crackling around her as she fought. ⸻ Victor leaned back slowly in his chair, studying the image with dangerous focus. ⸻ “She’s adapting faster than expected,” Nathan said carefully from across the room. ⸻ Victor didn’t answer immediately. ⸻ His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest. Slow. Measured. ⸻ “No,” he said finally. ⸻ His eyes da

Almost

The knock came again. Soft. Controlled. ⸻ But Amara’s heartbeat immediately betrayed her. Because deep down… She already knew it was him. ⸻ She stared at the door for a few seconds longer than necessary. As if pretending not to know would somehow change the effect he had on her. ⸻ It didn’t. ⸻ “Come in,” she said finally. ⸻ The door opened slowly. And there he was. ⸻ Lucian. ⸻ Of course. ⸻ He stepped inside quietly, dressed in black again, his presence instantly changing the atmosphere of the room. The air felt heavier when he entered. Warmer. More dangerous. ⸻ Amara hated that she noticed. ⸻ “You should sleep,” he said. ⸻ She blinked once. Then scoffed lightly. ⸻ “That’s how you start conversations?” ⸻ Lucian closed the door behind him. ⸻ “It wasn’t a conversation.” ⸻ She rolled her eyes immediately. ⸻ “Right. Forgot who I was dealing with.” ⸻ A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face. Barely there. But enough for her to notice. ⸻ T

The Threat Beneath the Surface

The tension in the room shattered instantly. ⸻ Lucian stepped away first. But barely. ⸻ Amara’s heartbeat was still completely out of control, her breathing uneven as the silence stretched painfully between them. That almost-kiss lingered in the air like unfinished electricity. ⸻ Another knock hit the door. Harder this time. ⸻ “Alpha,” Dante called again. “There’s a problem.” ⸻ Lucian’s jaw tightened visibly. ⸻ Of course there was. ⸻ Amara pressed her lips together, trying to steady herself while pretending her entire body wasn’t still reacting to him. ⸻ Unsuccessfully. ⸻ Lucian glanced at her once more. That same intense look. Sharp. Heavy. Unfinished. ⸻ Then he turned toward the door. ⸻ “Come in.” ⸻ Dante entered quickly, immediately stopping when his eyes flickered between them. ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Then a very slow grin spread across his face. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Amara’s face heated instantly. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Dante’s grin widened. ⸻ “That definitely looked li

What killed Him

The war room was already full when they arrived. ⸻ Tension saturated the air so heavily that Amara felt it the second she stepped inside. No one was talking loudly. No one was relaxed. ⸻ That alone told her how serious this was. ⸻ The large room was dimly lit, maps spread across the center table while wolves stood around it in tense silence. Kael was there. Rhea too. ⸻ And the moment Amara entered beside Lucian— Every eye turned toward her. ⸻ Again. ⸻ That uncomfortable awareness crawled beneath her skin instantly. ⸻ Lucian noticed. Of course he did. ⸻ Without a word, he stepped slightly closer to her. Subtle. Protective. ⸻ Rhea’s eyes flickered briefly to the movement. And narrowed almost invisibly. ⸻ Interesting. ⸻ Dante moved toward the center table first. ⸻ “We secured the border,” he said. “But whatever killed Nolan didn’t leave much behind.” ⸻ Amara frowned slightly. ⸻ “Nolan?” ⸻ “One of our scouts,” Dante explained quietly. ⸻ The room r

Inside The Walls

The meeting ended in silence. Not calm silence. Heavy silence. The kind that stayed trapped beneath everyone’s skin long after the room emptied. Amara felt it the entire walk back. The tension. The fear. The uncertainty. And worst of all? No one had answered her question. What are you? The words still echoed in her head. Lucian walked beside her through the dim hallway, his expression unreadable, his focus sharp despite the late hour. Always alert. Always watching. Amara finally broke the silence. “You knew.” Lucian glanced at her briefly. “Knew what?” “That I’m different.” A pause. “Yes.” Her chest tightened instantly. “And you didn’t think that was important information?” Lucian stopped walking. So did she. The hallway around them was quiet now, most of the compound asleep after the chaos of the night. But the air between them? Still tense. “I didn’t know what it meant,” he said calmly. “That’s not the same as not knowing.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Amara crosse

Bleeding For You

The hallway was still shaking slightly from the attack. Dust lingered in the air. Broken stone covered the floor. And the scent of blood— Lucian’s blood— Hung heavily between them. Amara stared at the dark stain spreading across his shoulder, her chest tightening painfully. “You’re hurt.” Lucian barely looked at the wound. “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not the point.” His gaze remained fixed on the shattered wall where the creature escaped. Sharp. Calculating. Dangerous. But Amara wasn’t looking at the wall. She was looking at him. At the blood dripping slowly down his arm. At the fact that he got injured protecting her. Again. “You’re bleeding because of me.” That made him finally look at her. “No.” “Yes,” she snapped. “It came for me.” Silence. Neither of them denied it this time. Because they both knew the truth. The creature ignored everything else. Everyone else. It wanted her. Lucian stepped toward her slowly despite the injury. “You’re not responsibl

Everyone Looks Guilty

The compound no longer felt like home. Not even close. By morning, the atmosphere had completely changed. No laughter. No relaxed conversations. No sense of safety. Only tension. Suspicion. Fear hiding behind controlled expressions. Because somewhere inside the pack— There was a traitor. And everyone knew it. Amara noticed the difference immediately as she walked through the compound beside Lucian. Conversations stopped when they passed. Eyes followed them carefully. Whispers died instantly. The entire place felt unsettled. Like a storm waiting to break. “I hate this,” she muttered quietly. Lucian glanced at her briefly. “Hate what?” “The staring.” A pause. “It’s getting worse.” Because before, they feared her power. Now? They feared what was connected to her. The attack inside the compound changed everything. Lucian’s expression remained unreadable. “They’re nervous.” “That’s a very calm word for this.” “They should be nervous.” Amara sighed softly. “

What You Really Are

The room emptied slowly after that. Too slowly for Amara’s patience. No one explained anything properly. Again. Blackthorne bloodline. Silver eyes. Legends. Experiments. Every conversation felt like half a truth wrapped inside another secret. And she was getting tired of it. By the time they left the confinement level, frustration sat heavily beneath her skin. Lucian walked beside her in silence. Calm as always. Controlled as always. Amara stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway. “I’m done.” Lucian looked at her. “With?” “With everyone talking like I’m supposed to magically understand all of this.” Silence. She stepped closer. Angry now. Frustrated. Scared. “You know something.” Lucian’s expression didn’t change. Which only irritated her more. “You always know something.” A pause. Then quietly— “Yes.” Her chest tightened instantly. “Then tell me.” Lucian studied her carefully for several long seconds. As if deciding something. Calculating somet

The Bond Doesn’t Lie

Amara couldn’t breathe properly after that conversation. Not because she was panicking. Not entirely. But because every answer only created more questions. Lunaris. Ancient bloodline. Feared wolves. It sounded impossible. And yet— Somehow it explained everything. The strange power. The unnatural connection she felt with her wolf. The way others reacted to her. The way Lucian looked at her sometimes. Especially that. “You’re staring again.” Amara blinked instantly, realizing Lucian was still standing far too close to her inside the study. “I’m thinking.” “You do that loudly.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “That doesn’t even make sense.” “It does to me.” A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face again. Brief. Rare. Dangerous to her sanity. Amara exhaled slowly and turned away, pacing across the room. “So let me get this straight,” she muttered. “I might belong to some ancient super-wolf bloodline that everyone thought disappeared centuries ago.” “Yes.”

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