All Chapters of Mafia's Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Five years later. Silas Kane had never begged for anything in his life. He was an Alpha. Alphas didn't beg. Alphas commanded. Alphas took. But standing in the cold rain outside the Crimson Auction House, staring up at the black marble facade and the blood-red letters glowing above the entrance, Silas was perilously close to begging. "Alpha." Dante Reyes stepped up beside him, a black umbrella in one hand and a tablet in the other. "We should go in. The auction starts in ten minutes." Silas didn't move. His eyes remained fixed on the building. The Crimson Auction House was legendary in the underworld—a place where the impossible was bought and sold. Pack relics. Old grimoires. Wolfsbane weapons forged by long-dead hands. It was operated by humans. Or so the legends said. Humans that had somehow gained enough power, enough silver to make even the strongest Alpha think twice. "I still don't understand why we're here." Silas growled. "There must be some other way. "There is n

Silas didn’t get any sleep that nite. He wasn’t able. Whenever he shut his eyes, he saw her. ARIA His daughter. The little girl with silver eyes and dark braids that didn't know he existed. The little girl that had lived for five years--five years--and he had never known. He sat in his study until dawn, looking at the photograph Valentina had given him. He had memorized every detail. The space in her smile. The way her nose wrinkled when she laughed. She hugged the stuffed wolf like a life raft. But aria Her name was Aria. He said it aloud, just to hear it. Aria It had the sound of music. Redemption, it sounded like. It was all he had lost. All he wanted to win. At sunrise Dante found him still in the chair, the photograph in his hand. “Alpha.” Dante’s voice was cautious. "You look like shit." "Thanks. “Did you get any sleep?” “No.” Dante sighed. He rose to the window, pulled back the curtains and let the morning light into the room. Silas winced. “The pack’s asking questio

Next morning Silas awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing. He'd passed out on Valentina's couch, too tired to drive home, too stubborn to leave. His neck hurt. His back complained. But when he saw what was on his screen, all the discomforts were gone. Dante: "There is a problem. "Adrian Blackwood has called a Council meeting. He’s charging the Silver Queen with crimes against the pack. He wants her arrested. Trial at midnight. Silas sat upright. His blood froze. He typed: “What crimes?” Dante didn’t hesitate. “Murder. Theft. Conspiracy. She killed three alphas, he said. He says she took pack relics. "He's building an army to overthrow the Council," he said. Silas's mouth hardened. False. All bunk. But the Council was corrupt. Adrian had spent years winning their loyalty. If he wanted Valentina arrested, she would be arrested. He rose to his feet. He took his jacket. "You're going away? He turned round. Valentina stood in the doorway, still in her robe, her hair fall

Three days later Silas was in the war room of Valentina's estate. The room's main feature was a huge oak table, covered with maps, documents and photographs. Monitors covered the walls, each displaying live feeds from different locations, pack territories, mafia strongholds, and Council buildings. Here was the heart of the empire's operations. The empire of the Valentina. And then his. Valentina stood at the end of the table. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said. "I appreciate you being here." Some of the deadliest characters in the underworld sat at the table. The mafia bosses. Heads of state rebel. Even a few Alphas who had gotten sick of the corrupt Council. Everyone had answered Valentina's call. On one side of Silas was Dante. "What a wonderful list of guests. “Valentina never settles for second best,” Silas whispered. Valentina began the meeting. Adrian Blackwood has declared war. My daughter was raped by him. He threatened to put me under arrest. He's made it clear he'll

There were just three days in the honeymoon.Silas had a plan. It was a ridiculous plan. A private island with white sand beaches, total solitude, and Valentina in his arms. But on the morning of the fourth day Dante called.I am Alpha. There’s an issue.Valentina slept through the glass doors while Silas stood on the balcony of the suite, phone to his ear. She looked at ease. Happy. The coming action filled him with dread.“What’s the damage, precisely?”Not good. Three packs are lost in the north lands. I am not talking to anybody. No one arrived there. Then we sent out some scouts. They just disappeared.My jaw tightened. "Silas. “Renegades?”Not quite so good. These attacks aren’t random. And they’re well strategic coordinated.” It is being handled by a very knowledgeable person.Anyway, who is she?“No. There’s something else.” Dante paused for a moment. We had a scout come back. Not a lot. He said