Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

The words hung in the air. Someone has to become the next Eclipse. Lucian stared at Elaria. “No.” Elaria tilted her head. “You didn’t even ask what that means.” “I don’t care.” “You should.” “Then explain.” Elaria smiled. “The Eclipse is not a person.” “It’s a position.” “A prison.” “A weapon.” “And a sacrifice.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “Whoever becomes the Eclipse…” “Becomes the keeper of the Primordial Gate.” “And remains there until another takes their place.” Amara’s heart sank. “So they would be trapped.” “Yes.” “For how long?” Elaria looked toward the Seventh Door. “Until the world no longer needs them.” Amara swallowed. “That could be forever.” “Yes.” ⸻ Lucian stepped forward. “Then I’ll do it.” Amara immediately turned. “No.” “Amara.” “No.” He looked at her. “You heard her.” “I heard.” “Then you know this is the only way.” “It isn’t.” Elaria smiled. “There it is.” Lucian frowned. “What?” “The exact response I expected.” She lo

The moment Lucian felt Amara’s presence return, the darkness around him changed. It wasn’t silent anymore. He could hear her breathing. Could feel the frantic beating of her heart. Could feel the fear she was trying desperately to hide. And beneath all of it… Her strength. “Lucian.” Her voice echoed through his mind. “I’m here.” “I know.” He closed his eyes. For the first time since the Eclipse began, he smiled. “You sound scared.” “I am.” “So am I.” A tiny laugh reached him through the bond. “You don’t sound scared.” “I’m pretending.” “You’re terrible at pretending.” Lucian chuckled. “I missed you.” The connection went quiet. Then Amara whispered, “I missed you too.” The warmth between them intensified. The black-and-gold thread wrapped around Lucian’s wrist. He stared at it. It wasn’t a chain. It wasn’t a curse. It was alive. It pulsed with his heartbeat. And somewhere on the other side of the prison… Amara’s heartbeat answered. ⸻ The First Mother

The entire Shadow Kingdom went silent. Above them, the crimson light continued descending. Slowly. Almost peacefully. But everyone could feel the power inside it. The air became heavy. The ground trembled. Even the five Primordials lowered their heads. Lucian stared upward. “That’s not possible.” Aethon didn’t answer. Amara stepped closer to him. “She survived.” Aethon nodded. “More than survived.” The crimson light touched the ground. BOOM! A shockwave ripped through the kingdom. Lucian wrapped an arm around Amara and shielded her. When the dust cleared… A woman stood in the center of the ruined courtyard. She looked different. Her hair was longer. Her skin seemed almost translucent. Silver markings covered her arms. And her eyes… One was crimson. The other was silver. The First Mother smiled. “Hello again.” ⸻ Selene raised her sword. “Everyone behind me!” Hundreds of Shadow Kingdom soldiers formed a line. The First Mother looked at them. She sighed

“Brother.” The single word echoed across the battlefield. Lucian froze. Amara turned toward him. “You have a brother?” Lucian shook his head slowly. “I don’t know.” The First Mother looked toward the darkness. “You were never supposed to know.” Aethon’s expression was grim. “Neither was I.” Lucian looked at him. “You knew?” Aethon didn’t answer. “Father.” Aethon finally sighed. “Yes.” Lucian’s face hardened. “Of course.” He stepped toward him. “You knew I had a brother.” “I knew there was another child.” “Where is he?” “Dead.” A quiet laugh came from the darkness. “That’s what you told yourself.” Everyone turned. A figure emerged from the shadows. A young man. Tall. Broad shoulders. Black hair falling over his forehead. Crimson markings ran across his neck and disappeared beneath his clothes. But his face… Lucian stared. It was almost identical to his own. Same jaw. Same eyes. Same scar above the eyebrow. Only one thing was different. His eyes w

“Nobody chooses for me anymore.” Lucian’s voice was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the First Shadow heard him. The creature slowly released Amara. She collapsed into his arms. “Lucian…” “I’m here.” Blood stained his hands. Her eyes were barely open. “Don’t…” She struggled to breathe. “…look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m already gone.” Lucian shook his head. “You’re not.” Kael knelt beside them. “She’s losing too much blood.” Lucian looked at the wound. The black spear had pierced straight through her. But something was wrong. There was no ordinary blood. Silver light was leaking from the wound. Amara’s blood. Mixed with Eclipse energy. Kael’s expression changed. “That’s not killing her.” Lucian looked at him. “What?” “It’s changing her.” ⸻ The First Shadow suddenly stepped backward. “No.” Lucian looked up. The creature was afraid. Actually afraid. “What’s wrong?” The First Shadow didn’t answer. Lucian stood slowly. Still holding Amara.