All Chapters of Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room slowly emptied after the meeting. Most of the wolves left quietly, casting curious glances toward Amara as they walked past. Some looked impressed. Others looked annoyed. A few looked like they wished she didn’t exist at all. Amara noticed every single one. Her new senses didn’t allow her to ignore anything anymore. “Your people don’t like me,” she muttered. Lucian leaned against the large table, arms crossed. “They don’t trust you.” “Same difference.” “No,” he said calmly. “Trust matters more.” She scoffed. “Well, I don’t trust them either.” Lucian studied her for a moment. “That will change.” Amara folded her arms. “Don’t count on it.” The room finally cleared until only a few people remained. Dante. Kael. And Lucian. Kael stepped forward first. “She shouldn’t be walking around freely,” he said again. Amara groaned loudly. “Oh my God, do you have anything else to say?” Kael ignored her completely. “She hasn’t even learned control.” Lucian’s voice r

Far from Lucian’s territory… In a city where the night never truly slept… Another Alpha was smiling. Victor Hale leaned back in his chair, slowly swirling the dark whiskey in his glass. The large office around him was silent except for the quiet hum of the city outside. Skyscrapers. Neon lights. Power. Everything in this place belonged to him. And yet… Something interesting had finally appeared. A man stepped into the room. “Nathan,” Victor said lazily without looking up. “Yes, Alpha.” “Tell me again.” Nathan hesitated. Then repeated carefully. “Lucian Nightshade turned a human.” Victor’s hand stopped moving. Slowly… Very slowly… He looked up. “Say that again.” Nathan swallowed. “He turned a human female.” Silence filled the room. Then Victor laughed. Not loudly. Not happily. But with genuine amusement. “That’s impossible.” “Yes, Alpha.” “And yet you’re telling me it happened.” Nathan nodded. “There are witnesses.” Victor stood. Slowly. Thoughtfully

The air felt… different. Amara noticed it the moment she stepped onto the training field again. It wasn’t just the cold morning breeze or the faint scent of damp earth beneath her feet. It was something deeper. Something she couldn’t explain. Something inside her. She exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders as she tried to shake off the strange feeling crawling under her skin. “Why does it feel like something is about to go wrong?” she muttered. “Because something always does.” Lucian’s voice came from behind her. Low. Calm. Too calm. Amara didn’t turn immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes for a second. Just a second. Trying to steady herself. But the moment she did— Her senses exploded. Sounds sharpened. Voices from across the field became clear. Footsteps. Heartbeats. Even the faint rustle of wind brushing against the trees. Her eyes snapped open. “What the—” She pressed her fingers lightly to her temple. “Okay… that’s new.” Lucian stepped beside her no

Rhea didn’t believe in coincidences. Not in their world. Not in Lucian’s. And definitely not when it came to power. She stood quietly in the shadows of the upper corridor, her gaze fixed on the training field below. The night was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that usually came before something broke. Her arms were folded neatly across her chest, her expression composed—but her eyes? Sharp. Calculating. Watching. “I heard something interesting today.” The voice came from behind her. Kael. Rhea didn’t turn. “Of course you did,” she said smoothly. “You always do.” Kael stepped beside her now, his gaze also drifting down to the empty field. “They’re saying she healed someone.” Rhea’s lips curved slightly. “Yes.” Kael frowned. “You believe that? Now she turned. Slowly. Her eyes locking onto his. “I don’t deal in belief,” she said calmly. “I deal in facts.” Kael crossed his arms. “And the fact is?” Rhea’s smile deepened. “She’s not normal.” Kael scoffed li

Amara didn’t go back to sleep. She tried. She really did. But every time she closed her eyes, that feeling came back. That strange, suffocating awareness. Like something unseen had brushed against her mind and refused to let go. ⸻ She sat up again, dragging her fingers through her hair in frustration. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Even the soft hum of the night felt distant compared to the loud, uneven rhythm of her heartbeat. ⸻ She swung her legs off the bed and stood, pacing slowly across the room. Each step felt heavier than the last. Not physically— But mentally. ⸻ “What is wrong with me?” she whispered. Her hands trembled slightly again. That same faint memory lingered. The glow. The warmth. The connection. ⸻ But this? This felt different. Darker. Colder. ⸻ She stopped in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her. Normal. Too normal. ⸻ Her brows furrowed. “You don’t look like so