All Chapters of Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“I remember everything.” Amara’s voice echoed across the battlefield. Lucian couldn’t move. Her feet hovered above the ground. Black energy wrapped around her body like chains. Her silver hair floated around her face. Her eyes were completely black. “Amara…” Lucian reached for her. A wall of darkness slammed into him. He was thrown backward. “LUCIAN!” Kael rushed toward him. “I’ve got you!” Lucian pushed himself up. “Don’t.” Kael looked at him. “She’s not herself.” Lucian stared at Amara. “Yes, she is.” Kael frowned. “What?” “She told me she remembers.” Lucian stood. “She remembers everything.” Aurelia watched silently. Amara slowly turned toward Lucian. The darkness around her began fading. Her eyes changed. Black. Silver. Then finally— gold. She landed softly. Lucian immediately ran to her. He grabbed her shoulders. “Amara.” She looked at him. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then she smiled. “Hi.” Lucian nearly laughed from relief. “D

The Eternal Crown opened. Not like a door. Like an eye. A massive ring of gold, silver, and darkness appeared behind Lucian and Amara. The million beings behind Azrael suddenly stopped. Every single one looked toward it. Even the King Below trembled. “What is that?” Kael whispered. Veyron’s fading spirit stared upward. “I don’t know.” Elyra shook her head. “It shouldn’t exist.” Void’s expression was unreadable. Then he whispered: “It’s not part of existence.” Lucian looked over his shoulder. “Then what is it?” Void looked directly at him. “It’s part of you.” Lucian froze. Amara’s fingers tightened around his. The Crown pulsed. BOOM. A wave of energy swept across the battlefield. Every creature dropped to its knees. Azrael remained standing. But barely. His crown cracked again. He stared at Lucian with disbelief. “You found it.” Lucian frowned. “Found what?” “The part of yourself I could never reach.” Azrael’s voice became bitter. “The part that existe

Silence had stopped. Not weakened. Not retreated because it was afraid. It had simply… stopped. For the first time since the beginning of everything, the emptiness that existed before creation had encountered something it could not erase. Something small. Something warm. Something alive. The golden light inside Amara’s hands pulsed once. Thump. Lucian froze. His eyes widened. “That was…” Another pulse came. Thump. Amara placed both hands against her stomach. Her breath caught. “Lucian…” He stared at her. For the first time in eternity, the First Flame looked completely terrified. Not because he feared death. Not because he feared the Origin. Not because he feared Azrael, the King Below, or the Devourers. He was afraid because something inside Amara was depending on him. “Our child,” he whispered. Eve smiled sadly. “Yes.” Lucian looked at Eve. “How is that possible?” Eve’s expression became serious. “Because you were never merely two beings.” The newborn

Lucian couldn’t breathe. Aethon. The man who had raised him. The man whose death had haunted him through every cycle. The man he had watched disappear into the darkness— was standing before him. Alive. Or something that looked alive. “Aethon…” Lucian whispered. Aethon’s expression didn’t change. “Lucian.” Amara stepped closer. “That’s impossible.” Aethon looked at her. “No.” His gaze shifted toward the golden light inside her. “What’s impossible is what you’re carrying.” Lucian immediately moved between them. “Stay away from her.” Aethon sighed. “You still protect her the same way.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “You know about the child?” “I know everything.” The ancient wolves behind Aethon lowered their heads. Amara felt a strange pressure in her chest. She whispered: “Why are they bowing?” Aethon looked at her. “Because they remember.” “Remember what?” “You were their queen before you ever became human.” Amara froze. Lucian shook his head. “No. We’ve he

Nobody moved. The voice from the doorway echoed through the universe. “I have been waiting for my parents.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “Who are you?” A low laugh answered him. “I think you already know.” Amara suddenly pressed a hand against her stomach. The child moved. Once. Twice. Then the golden light inside her began glowing brighter. Amara whispered: “It recognizes them.” Lucian looked at her. “Who?” Before she could answer, the figure stepped through the doorway. A young man appeared. He looked no older than twenty-five. Long black hair. Golden eyes. A black mark running from his forehead to his jaw. And around his shoulders was a cloak made from shadows. Lucian stared at him. Something about the stranger felt painfully familiar. The stranger smiled. “Father.” Lucian’s blood went cold. Amara’s eyes widened. “Who are you?” The stranger looked at her. His expression softened. “Mother.” Amara stepped backward. “No…” The stranger smiled sadly.