Todos los capítulos de His Savage Touch: Mafia Alpha’s Mate: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The first thing Aria noticed was the silence.It pressed against her ears, thick and suffocating, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Luca’s penthouse was never this quiet. There was always movement, always presence. Guards shifting positions. Distant elevators. The muted hum of a city that never truly slept.Tonight, there was nothing.She stood alone near the tall glass windows, barefoot on cold marble, staring out at the sprawl of lights below. The city looked unreal from this height, glittering and distant, like a promise she no longer believed in.Her chest felt tight.Not from fear. Not exactly.From awareness.Something inside her had shifted during the council meeting earlier that night. She could still feel it, lingering beneath her skin like heat after a flame was extinguished. Power, yes. But also something heavier. Responsibility. Consequence.She had spoken, and grown men had listened.Not because of Luca.Because of her.That truth scared her more than

The aftermath did not come with sirens or shouting.It came with stillness.The unconscious body had been removed quietly. The corridors scrubbed. Systems reset. By the time night fully settled over the city, there was no physical evidence that anything had happened at all.But Aria felt it.She stood in the shower longer than necessary, water streaming down her back, heat fogging the glass as her thoughts churned. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again. The way the air had responded to her command. The way the attacker’s body had flown backward as if the world itself had obeyed her will.She had not hesitated.That frightened her more than the attack itself.When she finally stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel, Luca was there. Not watching her. Not intruding. Simply present, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, expression carved from restraint.“You should be resting,” he said.“So should you.”His gaze flicked to her, then away. “I don’t sleep when threats are

Morning arrived without mercy.Aria woke before the sun, her body tense, her mind already racing. The events of the previous night replayed in fragments—faces in shadow, the press of expectation, the way the air itself had bent to her will when she spoke.She had felt it.Not just power.Recognition.That was the danger.She rose quietly from the bed, careful not to wake Luca. For a moment she stood there, watching him sleep, his expression unguarded in a way she rarely saw. Even at rest, he carried the weight of command. It lived in the lines of his face, the tension in his shoulders, the scars—visible and hidden—that told the story of a man who had learned too early that leadership meant sacrifice.She turned away before the ache in her chest grew heavier.The corridors were silent at this hour. The compound always felt different before dawn—less like a fortress, more like a living thing at rest. Aria made her way to the eastern balcony, the one that overlooked the river cutting thr

The silence after the battle was not peaceful.It was heavy, the kind that pressed against the chest and made breathing feel like work.Aria stood at the edge of the ruined courtyard, her hands trembling at her sides. The ground was still warm beneath her feet, scorched where her power had torn through stone and flesh alike. Smoke lingered in the air, carrying the bitter smell of blood, iron, and burned earth. Every sound felt distant, as if the world itself had stepped back to stare at what she had become.Luca was still on the ground.That was the only thing that mattered.She turned slowly, fear crawling up her spine as she crossed the distance between them. He lay on his back, dark blood soaking into the torn fabric of his shirt, his skin pale beneath the grime of battle. His chest rose, but shallowly. Too shallow.“No,” Aria whispered, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands hovered over his wound, afraid to touch, afraid of what she might feel. “No, no, no.”The bond between

The first alarm sounded at 2:17 a.m.It was not loud. It was not dramatic. It was a single low pulse that traveled through the estate like a warning breath, vibrating through walls and bones alike.Aria was already awake.She sat upright the moment the sound registered, heart steady but alert. The kind of stillness that comes before impact settled over her. Somewhere deep inside, the bond stirred, not frantic, not panicked, simply aware.Luca was at the door before she could reach for her boots.“They are here,” he said.Not shouting. Not rushing. Just stating a fact.She stood. Pulled on her jacket. Slid the blade into place. Her movements were calm in a way that surprised even her.“Which side?” she asked.“North perimeter,” Luca replied. “Diversion team, most likely. The real strike will follow.”“Inside?”“Eventually.”Aria nodded once. “Then they learned nothing.”They moved through the halls quickly, guards snapping into position as they passed. The estate no longer felt like a