Alle Kapitel von Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 38

The air between them felt dangerous. Not because of power. Not because of the training. Because neither of them was moving. Lucian’s hand still held her wrist. Amara’s body still pressed lightly against his. Their breathing uneven in the quiet darkness of the empty training field. “Again,” he had said. But neither of them had continued. Amara swallowed hard. Her heart was beating too fast. Way too fast. “This is weird,” she muttered softly. Lucian’s gaze never left hers. “No.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “How is this not weird?” A pause. Then— “Because you stopped fighting it.” Her breath caught. “That’s not true.” “It is.” She shook her head quickly. “I’m just tired.” “You’re lying. Her jaw tightened. “You’re very annoying.” “And you’re avoiding the point.” Silence stretched between them again. Heavy. Warm. Too intimate. Amara became painfully aware of every little thing. The heat of his body. The roughness of his hand around her wrist. The way hi

The knock came again. Soft. Controlled. ⸻ But Amara’s heartbeat immediately betrayed her. Because deep down… She already knew it was him. ⸻ She stared at the door for a few seconds longer than necessary. As if pretending not to know would somehow change the effect he had on her. ⸻ It didn’t. ⸻ “Come in,” she said finally. ⸻ The door opened slowly. And there he was. ⸻ Lucian. ⸻ Of course. ⸻ He stepped inside quietly, dressed in black again, his presence instantly changing the atmosphere of the room. The air felt heavier when he entered. Warmer. More dangerous. ⸻ Amara hated that she noticed. ⸻ “You should sleep,” he said. ⸻ She blinked once. Then scoffed lightly. ⸻ “That’s how you start conversations?” ⸻ Lucian closed the door behind him. ⸻ “It wasn’t a conversation.” ⸻ She rolled her eyes immediately. ⸻ “Right. Forgot who I was dealing with.” ⸻ A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face. Barely there. But enough for her to notice. ⸻ T

The war room was already full when they arrived. ⸻ Tension saturated the air so heavily that Amara felt it the second she stepped inside. No one was talking loudly. No one was relaxed. ⸻ That alone told her how serious this was. ⸻ The large room was dimly lit, maps spread across the center table while wolves stood around it in tense silence. Kael was there. Rhea too. ⸻ And the moment Amara entered beside Lucian— Every eye turned toward her. ⸻ Again. ⸻ That uncomfortable awareness crawled beneath her skin instantly. ⸻ Lucian noticed. Of course he did. ⸻ Without a word, he stepped slightly closer to her. Subtle. Protective. ⸻ Rhea’s eyes flickered briefly to the movement. And narrowed almost invisibly. ⸻ Interesting. ⸻ Dante moved toward the center table first. ⸻ “We secured the border,” he said. “But whatever killed Nolan didn’t leave much behind.” ⸻ Amara frowned slightly. ⸻ “Nolan?” ⸻ “One of our scouts,” Dante explained quietly. ⸻ The room r

The hallway was still shaking slightly from the attack. Dust lingered in the air. Broken stone covered the floor. And the scent of blood— Lucian’s blood— Hung heavily between them. Amara stared at the dark stain spreading across his shoulder, her chest tightening painfully. “You’re hurt.” Lucian barely looked at the wound. “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not the point.” His gaze remained fixed on the shattered wall where the creature escaped. Sharp. Calculating. Dangerous. But Amara wasn’t looking at the wall. She was looking at him. At the blood dripping slowly down his arm. At the fact that he got injured protecting her. Again. “You’re bleeding because of me.” That made him finally look at her. “No.” “Yes,” she snapped. “It came for me.” Silence. Neither of them denied it this time. Because they both knew the truth. The creature ignored everything else. Everyone else. It wanted her. Lucian stepped toward her slowly despite the injury. “You’re not responsibl