All Chapters of Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The First King didn’t move. For the first time since the beginning of existence, fear had entered his eyes. Behind him, the darkness continued expanding. Something was coming. Something even the First King had never dared to name. Lucian pulled Amara closer. “Everyone stay behind me.” Kael stepped beside him. First Kael stood on Lucian’s other side. Orion was still glowing silver, his body barely holding together after merging the seven hundred and thirteen worlds. His sister stood beside him. The First King whispered: “No…” The voice came again. “Father.” The darkness opened. A hand emerged. Then another. A figure stepped through. A young woman. Silver hair. Black eyes. A crown made from broken stars. She looked almost human. Almost. But the moment she stepped into the Eternal Kingdom, every throne shattered. Lucian’s First Flame disappeared. Amara’s Balance went silent. Even the Blood Crown fell from her head. Everyone stared. The girl smiled. “Hello,

The black Blood Moon hung above the Eternal Kingdom. Inside it stood Lucian. But not the Lucian they knew. This version was older. Colder. His golden eyes had lost every trace of warmth. A black crown rested upon his head. And in his arms— Amara. Dead. The real Amara stared at the image. “No…” The future Lucian slowly lifted his eyes. He looked directly at her. Then at the Lucian standing beside her. “You finally see it.” Present Lucian stepped forward. “I won’t become you.” Future Lucian smiled. “You’ve said that before.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “When?” “In the first world.” A flash of memory struck him. Elarion. Fire. Amara dying. Lucian screaming. His power destroying everything. The future version continued. “You promised yourself you would never lose her again.” He lifted Amara’s lifeless body. “And yet you did.” Present Amara grabbed Lucian’s hand. “You don’t have to listen to him.” Future Lucian laughed. “That’s what she said too.” Ama

The First King remained standing. Amara stared at him from beneath the white crown. Her silver eyes held no anger. Only certainty. “Now kneel.” The command wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The entire universe seemed to hold its breath. The First King laughed. “You think a crown makes you my queen?” Amara slowly stepped forward. “No.” The ground beneath her feet transformed into white crystal. “A crown doesn’t make me anything.” She lifted her chin. “I was your queen before you knew what a throne was.” The First King stopped laughing. Lucian stared at Amara. Memories were returning to him too. He saw her. Not as the woman he’d fallen in love with in this lifetime. Not as the fearless woman who had survived every nightmare beside him. But as a goddess. The first queen. And beside her— him. Her king. Lucian whispered: “I remember.” Amara looked at him. “So do I.” Their eyes met. For a moment, everything disappeared. There were no gods. No cycles. No w

Nobody moved. The portal remained open above the Eternal Kingdom. Beyond it stood Elarion. Alive. Beautiful. Untouched. Three moons hung over its silver mountains. Golden rivers flowed between ancient forests. And in the distance stood the palace Lucian remembered from his earliest memories. The palace that was supposed to have been destroyed. Amara whispered, “It’s real.” Lucian nodded slowly. “I remember it.” Kael stepped forward. “That world was destroyed.” First Kael shook his head. “No.” He stared through the portal. “It was never destroyed.” Lucian looked at him. “Then what happened?” First Kael’s expression darkened. “We were removed from it.” Silence. Amara looked at the other Lucian. He stood beside another version of her. And between them was a young boy. Maybe eight years old. Golden eyes. Dark hair. A tiny silver mark glowing on his forehead. Lucian’s heart began pounding. “Who is that?” The other Amara smiled. “Our son.” Orion’s express

Nobody spoke. The child sitting inside the First Heart looked no older than five years old. Small. Silent. Almost innocent. But the moment Lucian looked into those eyes, something inside him shattered. He knew them. Not from another cycle. Not from another lifetime. From somewhere deeper. Somewhere before memory itself. “Who are you?” Lucian whispered. The child smiled. “You.” Lucian froze. Amara stepped closer. The child looked at her. “And you.” Amara’s breath caught. The alternate Amara lowered her head. For the first time, fear appeared in her eyes. “No…” The child turned toward her. “You remember me.” The woman stepped backward. “I destroyed you.” The child smiled. “You tried.” The First Heart pulsed. BOOM. The entire kingdom shook. Suddenly, Elias fell to his knees. Lucian caught him. “Elias!” Elias gripped his father’s arm. “I remember now.” “What do you remember?” Elias looked at the child. “I wasn’t the first child.” Lucian’s expression