All Chapters of His Savage Touch: Mafia Alpha’s Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The city looked different from the rooftop.Aria stood beside Luca, the wind tugging at her hair as lights glittered below them like restless stars. Somewhere beneath that beauty, fear was spreading fast. She could feel it now, threading through her senses, sharp and cold.“They’re scared,” she said quietly.Luca’s gaze swept the streets below. “They should be. Someone is using civilians as leverage.”Aria clenched her fists. “My mother knows exactly what she’s doing.”“She always did,” Luca replied.That answer settled heavy in her chest.Below them, Luca’s men moved with precision, spreading through the lower districts to secure evacuation routes. Wolves blended seamlessly with the night, shadows among shadows.Luca turned to her. “You stay close to me. No heroics.”She met his eyes. “I won’t run.”A flicker of something warm crossed his face. Pride. Trust. Maybe both.“Good,” he said. “Neither will I.”They descended into the streets together.The closer they moved toward the lower

The city did not sleep that night.Even as dawn crept across the skyline, tension clung to every street like a living thing. Wolves patrolled rooftops and alleyways, their movements sharp and alert. Humans went about their morning routines unaware that war was quietly arranging itself around them.Aria stood before the tall mirror in Luca’s private dressing chamber, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her.She looked stronger.Not just in posture, but in presence. Something about her gaze had changed, as if it carried weight now. Responsibility. Power. Choice.Luca watched her from behind, his reflection steady and unreadable. He had been silent for several minutes, which meant he was thinking deeply.“You’re doing it again,” she said softly.“Doing what.”“Carrying the world on your shoulders.”He met her eyes in the mirror. “That world is already on fire.”She turned to face him fully. “You don’t have to shield me from everything.”He stepped closer. “I am not shielding you

The ground did not stop shaking when the first strike landed.Aria felt it ripple through her bones, through the air, through the bond she shared with Luca. The man standing before them was no ordinary enemy. His presence bent the space around him, heavy with ancient authority.Luca shifted subtly in front of her, protective instinct blazing.“You should not have come here,” Luca said calmly, though danger coiled in every syllable.The man smiled, slow and confident. “You misunderstand, Alpha. I did not come for you.”His eyes locked onto Aria again. “I came for what was hidden.”Aria stepped forward before Luca could stop her. “You keep talking like I am an object.”The man tilted his head. “Not an object. A convergence.”Her power stirred, reacting to the word.Luca’s voice sharpened. “Speak clearly or leave in pieces.”The man laughed softly. “Still territorial. Even now.”He lifted his hands slightly, not in surrender but in invitation. “Long before your city existed, before packs

The city trembled in quiet before dawn, as if holding its breath for what was coming.Aria woke to an uneasy silence. No alarms, no sirens, just the steady hum of energy thrumming beneath the streets, like the heartbeat of the world itself. She rose from the bed where Luca had fallen asleep hours ago, face relaxed but alert, every muscle still tense from the last battle.Her bond with him stirred immediately, a reminder that he was awake, standing watch even in sleep. She swallowed a shiver and slid quietly from the room, drawn to the window.The streets below glimmered in the early light, but something was wrong. Subtle, almost invisible… shadows moving too deliberately for ordinary life.Luca’s voice cut behind her, calm but urgent. “You feel it.”“I do,” she said. “Something isn’t just wrong, it’s deliberate.”He stepped close, hand brushing hers. “Then we move fast. The city depends on it.”They didn’t wait.By the time they reached the center, the usual hum of the streets was gon

The city survived the night, but it did not wake unchanged.By morning, rumors moved faster than traffic. Stories of light cutting through darkness. Of a woman standing in the streets with power that did not destroy but protected. Some called it a miracle. Others called it a warning.Aria felt it all.She stood in the council chamber as dawn spilled through the tall windows, her senses stretched thin. Every whisper. Every flicker of fear. Every pulse of hope pressed against her awareness.Luca watched her quietly from across the room.“You are carrying too much,” he said at last.She shook her head. “I can handle it.”“I know you can,” he replied. “That is not the same as saying you should.”She turned to him. “If I do not listen, who will.”Before he could answer, Seraphina entered, her expression tight.“We confirmed it,” she said. “The figure from last night was not aligned with the hybrids. Not fully.”Aria’s chest tightened. “Then who was he.”Seraphina hesitated. “Something olde