Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

The message remained in the sky. THE ECLIPSE WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING. Nobody spoke. Not Lucian. Not Amara. Not Kael. Even Aethon, who had survived centuries of wars and ancient prophecies, looked genuinely unsettled. Amara finally whispered, “The ones who created the First Shadow.” Kael nodded. “They’re real.” Lucian looked at him. “You knew about them?” “I knew stories.” “What stories?” Kael’s eyes remained fixed on the sky. “That before the First Shadow existed, there were beings who lived beyond this world.” “Beings older than the Primordials.” “Older than the Guardians.” “Older than the Blood Moon.” Lucian frowned. “And what do they want?” Kael looked at him. “Their creation back.” Amara’s stomach dropped. “The First Shadow?” “No.” Kael pointed toward Lucian. “Us.” ⸻ Aethon stepped forward. “Everyone inside.” Lucian turned. “Why?” “Because whatever comes next won’t be fought in the streets.” “Then where?” Aethon looked toward the sky. “Everywher

The battlefield went silent.Lucian stared at the three figures standing beyond the golden crack in the sky.The one made of light.The one made of darkness.And the one made of nothing.The figure of darkness looked directly at him.“Our son.”Lucian’s sword slowly lowered.“No.”The word came out almost as a whisper.The figure smiled.“You don’t remember.”“I don’t know you.”“You weren’t supposed to.”Amara stepped in front of Lucian.“Stay away from him.”The figure’s attention shifted toward her.For the first time…Its smile disappeared.“Interesting.”Amara’s eyes narrowed.“What?”“You survived.”“Who are you?”The figure of light answered.“We are the Origin.”Kael looked at Aethon.“You knew about them?”Aethon shook his head.“No.”The figure of nothing laughed.“Of course you didn’t.”⸻Lucian stepped forward.“You said I’m your son.”The figure of darkness nodded.“Yes.”“Then who are you?”“I am Veyron.”He pointed toward the figure of light.“She is Elyra.”Then he poi

The moment Lucian finished speaking, the world went silent. Not peaceful. Silent. The kind of silence that came before something terrible. The tendril wrapped around Amara tightened. She gasped. “Lucian!” His head snapped toward her. The golden light in his eyes intensified. The Devourer laughed. “Choose.” Lucian stared at the creature. “Choose what?” “Your mother…” The creature’s first mouth widened. “…or your mate.” Amara’s eyes widened. “Don’t listen to it!” But Lucian wasn’t looking at the creature anymore. He was looking at Amara. Then at the woman inside the Devourer’s mouth. His mother. His chest tightened. For centuries, he had searched for answers. For years, he had wondered why he had been abandoned. Why Aethon had raised him. Why his memories had been erased. Why every lifetime seemed to end with Amara beside him. And now— his mother was standing right there. Calling him home. Lucian took one step forward. The Devourer smiled. Then Lucian st

The dead wolves rose silently. One by one. Hundreds. Then thousands. Their eyes burned with a pale silver light as they surrounded the ruins of the first world. Amara couldn’t breathe. She stared at the woman standing before them. Her. But not her. The older Amara smiled. “You finally remember me.” Amara shook her head. “No.” “You should.” “I don’t know you.” The woman’s smile disappeared. “You know me better than anyone.” Lucian stepped forward. “Stay away from her.” The older Amara looked at him. That familiar sadness returned to her eyes. “You still say that.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “What?” “Stay away from her.” She tilted her head. “You said the same thing the day you died.” Lucian froze. “I never died.” The woman laughed softly. “You have.” She pointed at him. “Seven times.” Then at Amara. “And she died seven times trying to bring you back.” Amara’s eyes widened. “No…” The woman walked closer. “You think the cycles were punishment?” S

The sky remained open. Beyond it was a world that should not exist. Three moons hung above endless golden oceans. Mountains floated upside down. Rivers flowed through the stars. And at the center of it all stood two beings. Lucian. And Amara. But they weren’t the Lucian and Amara everyone knew. The ancient Lucian wore a crown of gold. His body radiated pure Origin. Beside him stood a woman covered in silver armor. Her eyes were the same eyes Amara possessed. But there was something different about her. Power. Authority. She wasn’t a wolf. She wasn’t an alpha. She wasn’t human. She was a goddess. Amara stared at the vision. “That’s me.” Lucian looked at her. “Yes.” The ancient Lucian spoke. “Before wolves.” The vision shifted. “Before vampires.” Another shift. “Before the Architects.” The three moons aligned. “Before the first world…” The ancient Lucian reached for the goddess’s hand. “There was Elarion.” Amara whispered, “What was it?” “Home.” Luci