Alle Kapitel von Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Morning came too quickly. Amara didn’t realize when she fell asleep. All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, the room was filled with soft golden light spilling through the tall windows. For a moment… She forgot where she was. The bed felt unfamiliar. The air smelled different. Heavier. Warmer. Then it hit her. Lucian’s room. Her eyes widened slightly as she sat up abruptly, the events of the previous night crashing back into her mind all at once. The pull. The fear. The way he held her wrist. The way he told her to focus on him. The way she did. Amara pressed her fingers lightly to her temple. “Great,” she muttered. “Now I’m voluntarily listening to him. She swung her legs off the bed, stretching slightly as she stood. Her body felt… different. Not tired. Not sore. Stronger. Her senses were calmer this morning, but sharper in a controlled way. Like something inside her had settled overnight. She exhaled slowly. At least the strange pulling feeling

No one spoke. Not at first. ⸻ The training field, usually filled with movement and noise, had gone completely still. Every wolf stood frozen. Watching. Processing. ⸻ Because what they had just witnessed… Wasn’t normal. ⸻ It wasn’t just a shift. It wasn’t just power. ⸻ It was something else. ⸻ Something they didn’t understand. ⸻ Something they weren’t sure they should trust. ⸻ Amara felt it. Even before she fully came back to herself. ⸻ The silence. The weight of their stares. The shift in the air. ⸻ Her breathing slowed gradually as her senses returned. Piece by piece. Moment by moment. ⸻ She became aware of the ground beneath her. The scent of earth. The faint tremble still running through her body. ⸻ And then— ⸻ Him. ⸻ Lucian. ⸻ His arms still around her. Holding her steady. Keeping her grounded. ⸻ Her wolf calmed instantly at the realization. ⸻ Slowly, carefully… She shifted back. ⸻ The transformation wasn’t as violent this time. S

The training field didn’t feel the same anymore. Even as the last of the wolves disappeared, the weight of what had happened still lingered in the air. Like something had shifted. And wouldn’t shift back. Amara stood there for a moment longer than necessary. Still. Silent. Trying to process everything. The way they looked at her. The fear. The distance. It wasn’t just in her head. It was real. “You’re thinking again.” Lucian’s voice came from beside her. Closer than she expected. She didn’t look at him immediately. “Everyone’s thinking,” she muttered. “They don’t matter.” That made her glance up. “That’s easy for you to say,” she replied. “You’re not the one they’re suddenly scared of.” Lucian’s expression didn’t change. “They’re not scared of you.” Amara let out a small, humorless laugh. “Oh, they definitely are.” A pause. Then she added quietly— “And maybe they should be.” That caught his attention. Lucian studied her more carefully now. “You believe t

The air shifted the moment they stepped fully into the battlefield. It wasn’t just noise. Not just movement. It was chaos. Wolves clashed across the compound, bodies moving too fast for human eyes to follow. Growls ripped through the night, sharp and violent, mixed with the sound of impact, of bone meeting bone, of power colliding with power. Amara froze for half a second. Not from fear. From overload. Everything hit her at once. The scents. The sounds. The energy. Her wolf surged forward instantly. Awake. Alert. Hungry. “Stay with me.” Lucian’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Amara blinked. Focused. Right. Him. She moved closer instinctively, her shoulder nearly brushing his as they advanced forward. “You see them?” he asked. She nodded. “Three to the left,” she said quickly. “Two more near the gate.” Lucian’s eyes flickered slightly. Good. She was adapting. A dark figure lunged toward them suddenly. Fast. Aggressive. Amara reacted without t

The training ground was empty. Lucian made sure of it. No wolves. No distractions. No eyes watching. Just him. And her. Amara stood at the center of the field, arms folded, trying to ignore the way the silence felt… different tonight. Heavier. More focused. “This feels personal,” she muttered. Lucian didn’t deny it. “It is.” Her brows lifted slightly. “Well… that’s not intimidating at all.” ⸻ He stepped closer. Slow. Deliberate. “It should be.” Her heart skipped. Of course it should be. Because this wasn’t the same kind of training anymore. This wasn’t about basic defense. Or learning how to react. This was about control. Power. And whatever was happening between them. Amara exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders back as she tried to steady herself. “Alright,” she said. “Teach me.” Lucian stopped a few feet in front of her. “First lesson.” She braced herself. “Stop hesitating.” She frowned. “I don’t hesitate.” “You do.” “I literally fought off thre