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The Son From Another Life
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2026-09-15 06:43:09
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Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Son From Another Life
Lucian couldn’t move. The stranger stood at the entrance of the palace, surrounded by golden flames that looked almost identical to his own. Amara stared at him. “Our son?” The stranger smiled. “Not from this life.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “Explain.” The young man walked closer. “My name is Orion.” The little girl on the throne immediately smiled. “Brother!” Orion looked at her affectionately. “Hello, little star.” Lucian’s heart tightened. “You know her?” “She knows me.” Orion knelt before the child. “I’ve been waiting for her to remember.” Amara stepped forward. “Remember what?” Orion looked at her. “That she isn’t the first child you created.” Silence filled the hall. Lucian slowly shook his head. “I don’t understand.” Orion stood. “In the first reality, before Elarion, you and Amara had two children.” Aethon closed his eyes. Lucian looked at him. “You knew?” Aethon nodded. “Orion was the first.” Amara’s face went pale. “Then why don’t I reme
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha Their Eternal Kingdom
The words remained suspended across the newborn sky. THEIR ETERNAL KINGDOM. Lucian stared at them. Then at Amara. Then at the child. “So… she created an entire kingdom?” Aethon slowly nodded. “She didn’t create it.” Lucian frowned. “Then what did she do?” Aethon’s eyes widened. “She remembered it.” Amara’s expression changed. “Remembered?” Aethon pointed toward the stars. “This place existed before the first world.” Lucian looked around. The newborn galaxy suddenly felt familiar. A mountain. A river. A silver forest. And three moons. Lucian’s breath caught. “I’ve seen this place.” Amara nodded slowly. “So have I.” The child giggled. Then the three moons moved closer together. A pathway of golden light appeared beneath their feet. Lucian reached for Amara’s hand. “Ready?” She smiled. “With you? Always.” They stepped forward. ⸻ The moment they crossed the golden pathway, the universe changed. They stood before an enormous palace. Its walls were black
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Seven Forgotten Kings
The seven figures emerged from the darkness. Each one carried a different crown. One was made of fire. One of ice. One of bones. One of silver. One of shadows. One of blood. And the last— was completely empty. No crown. No face. No identity. Just a black silhouette. Lucian stared at them. “Those are the rulers of the seven cycles?” Aethon nodded. “The ones who came before you.” Amara’s silver eyes narrowed. “They were supposed to be dead.” “They were.” Aethon swallowed. “They didn’t die.” The seven rulers stepped forward. The first king raised his burning crown. “We were abandoned.” The second lifted his icy hand. “We were forgotten.” The third smiled. “We were betrayed.” The fourth whispered: “We were erased.” The fifth laughed. “We were imprisoned.” The sixth growled: “We were sacrificed.” Then the seventh figure finally spoke. Its voice was empty. “And I was never born.” Lucian felt a chill. “What does that mean?” The seventh figure pointed
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Blood Crown
Aethon stood behind the child. Blood dripped from the crown in his hands. Lucian stared at him. “Aethon…” The old wolf didn’t answer. Amara slowly rose, still holding her stomach. “Why are you holding that?” Aethon looked at the crown. “This belonged to the first ruler of existence.” The First King suddenly stood. “You were never supposed to find it.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What is that crown?” Aethon looked at him. “The Blood Crown.” The moment he said those words, every wolf in the universe bowed. Even the First King. Lucian noticed. “You bowed.” The King looked away. “I recognize its authority.” “Over you?” A pause. “Over everything.” Amara stared at the crown. “Then why does it feel familiar?” Aethon walked toward her. “Because it belongs to your bloodline.” Lucian stepped between them. “You’re hiding something.” Aethon stopped. “Yes.” Lucian’s voice became cold. “Tell me.” Aethon looked at the child. “The first queen wasn’t Seraphina.” Amara’
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Throne Between Father and Son
The throne appeared in the middle of the broken universe. It wasn’t made of gold. It wasn’t made of darkness. It was made of everything. Stars were woven into its arms. Shadows crawled across its back. Ancient symbols moved across the seat as if the throne itself were alive. Lucian stared at it. “What is that?” The First King answered calmly. “The throne of the First Blood.” Amara tightened her grip on Lucian’s hand. “And why did it appear?” The King looked toward her stomach. “Because your child must choose its ruler.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “My child doesn’t need a ruler.” The King smiled. “That is exactly why the throne appeared.” Aurelia stepped forward. “Don’t sit on it.” Lucian looked at her. “Why?” “Because the throne doesn’t grant power.” Aurelia’s voice became quiet. “It reveals the truth.” Lucian frowned. “What truth?” “The truth about who you really are.” Before anyone could speak, the throne began glowing. A golden thread emerged from it
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Real Father
Aurelia didn’t move. For the first time since her appearance, the ancient creator looked genuinely afraid. Lucian stepped forward. “Who is my child’s real father?” Aurelia’s eyes flickered toward Amara. Then toward the golden light inside her. Then toward Lucian. “You.” Lucian frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.” Aurelia shook her head. “Not you, Lucian.” The words struck him like a blade. Amara immediately grabbed his hand. “Then who?” Aurelia whispered: “The one who existed before you.” The Blood Moon above them suddenly cracked. BOOM! The First Hunger roared. The older Kael stepped backward. “No…” Present Kael looked at him. “What is it?” The older Kael’s voice trembled. “He’s awake.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” Aethon suddenly appeared between them. “Lucian, you have to leave.” Lucian stared at him. “You knew?” Aethon looked ashamed. “I knew there was something before the First Flame.” “Tell me.” Aethon closed his eyes. “The First Flame wasn’t
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Bite That Shouldn’t Exist
Pain. That was the first thing Amara felt. Not ordinary pain. Not something she could scream through or fight against. This was different. This was destruction. Her body arched violently against the cold ground as a scream tore from her throat, raw and broken. It felt like her veins were bein
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha Before the Blood
Amara Vale had always known one thing— Life was not kind to people like her. Not girls who grew up counting coins before buying bread. Not girls who learned too early that survival meant sacrifice. Not girls who had no one… except one person. Her sister. Lina. That was the only reason Amara
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Night She Should Have Died
The night air was wrong. Amara felt it the moment she stepped out of the bus. It wasn’t just the silence—Ibadan was never truly quiet, not even this late. There was always something. A distant generator. A barking dog. Music leaking from a nearby compound. But tonight? Nothing. Just the wind…
Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha The Alpha’s Territory
Darkness. That was the first thing Amara noticed. Not the peaceful kind. Not sleep. This darkness felt… heavy. Alive. Watching. Her brows furrowed slightly as a dull ache spread through her body. Every muscle felt sore, like she had been torn apart and stitched back together. Which—somehow—
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