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Chiara’s POV I was worried about Piera, but I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to Giulia and Enrico. After all, my curiosity about what Luciano De Luca might say was only part of the reason I came tonight. My main priority had been to say farewell to his parents, knowing this would likely be the last time I saw them. “Oh, Chiara,” Giulia said as I hugged her tightly. “Are you sure you have to leave? You can’t stay and work things out with Luciano?” “I’m sorry,” I told her and meant it. In another life, maybe we could have all been happy together. As it was, Luciano and I felt doomed, and I was growing exhausted allowing myself to hope otherwise. Giulia squeezed my shoulders. “It’s not your fault.” Gods, I loved this woman as much as if she’d been my own mother. As an orphan, she was the closest thing I’d ever had to one. I hated to leave her, but I couldn’t stay while distancing myself from the pack. It wouldn’t be right. I had to cut everyone off. After hugging Giulia, En

Chiara’s POV Nothing I had told Luciano De Luca was a lie. For a werewolf to conceive, both partners needed a certain measure of love and affection for one another. That I was pregnant could, from the outside, be seen as something of a miracle. I remembered that night when Luciano had come to me, a couple of weeks before our anniversary. Since we had slept in separate bedrooms, at first I suspected he might have been lost. I knew he’d gone out drinking that evening, and the faint scent of whiskey still lingered in the air. “Luciano, this isn’t your bedroom,” I said cautiously. “I know that,” he whispered, stumbling closer to my bed. “I’m not going to my bed tonight. I’m staying here.” This type of spontaneity was unusual for him. Usually, the nights we were intimate had been carefully planned in advance. It had never felt particularly romantic—more like a chore that needed to be done for the sake of the pack. But that night was different. Luciano pulled back the blankets and s

Luciano De Luca’s POV It took a while for me to finally calm Silvia down enough to hang up the phone, but when I did, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. At the end, she still insisted I come home—but at least she wasn’t threatening suicide anymore. I’d convinced her I would leave early. Early, however, did not mean this minute. Chiara loved the outdoors. Right now, I had to find her. After noticing she was missing from the pool area, I searched the house—empty rooms, empty hallways. Then it hit me: she always complimented my mother on her gardens. I cursed myself. That should have been the first place I checked. Rushing outside, I found Chiara wandering among the flowers. Her face tilted toward the sky, eyes fixed on the stars. The moonlight painted her skin with an ethereal glow; she looked almost otherworldly, untouchable, like a goddess walking among mere mortals. Then she turned to me. A flash of pain crossed her eyes before a shield slid into place. Swallowing my rising gu

Luciano De Luca’s POV I went into the house fully intending to get a slice of cake for Chiara. From her tone earlier, I knew she was annoyed with me—and I hadn’t done much to fix it. I’d thought bringing up the topic of her having a child might help smooth things over, but instead, it had only pushed her farther away. A piece of cake wouldn’t solve everything. Still, as gestures went, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe she’d see that I was trying—that I wasn’t giving up. That had to count for something. I wasn’t thrilled about leaving her alone out there, especially in that dress. At least she had my suit jacket draped over her shoulders. With that, she’d be covered in enough of my scent to discourage most alphas. Except, perhaps, Giacomo—who seemed far too curious for his own good. Chiara was still my wife. Until that changed, Giacomo should know better than to hover around her. Maybe I’d need to have a conversation with him about propriety toward his Luna. As I stood in line waiting fo

Chiara’s POV “Luciano,” Giulia scolded softly. “You should be more considerate of Chiara.” “Silvia Romano’s presence in my home has nothing to do with Chiara,” Luciano replied coolly. My home, he’d said. Not our home. That hurt more than it should have—especially now, after I’d already left. He really must not miss me at all. And he was right, more than he knew. Silvia’s presence truly had nothing to do with me, because as far as I was concerned, Luciano and I were already divorced. He was the one dragging things out by refusing to sign the papers. I’d already checked out of this marriage. Just like I was doing now. I didn’t want to hear any more of this argument—not Giulia’s accusations or Luciano’s excuses. “It was nice seeing you again,” I said politely to Giulia and Enrico. “If you’ll excuse me…” Before they could stop me, I turned and walked away. I didn’t really have anywhere to go. No one here—aside from maybe Giacomo, who was nowhere in sight—actually wanted to tal

Chiara’s POV I looked down at my dress, genuinely unsure what was wrong with it. Yes, it was more revealing than the conservative outfits I’d worn throughout our marriage, but I didn’t think it warranted the fierce glare Luciano De Luca was giving me now. Did he think I was embarrassing him? Was I embarrassing him? Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Jasper. “Hey—” Jasper started, but the moment Luciano’s furious gaze snapped toward him, the words died in his throat. Swallowing hard, Jasper stepped back, allowing Luciano to drag me away. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the bedroom,” Luciano said curtly. “So you can change.” I planted my feet, forcing him to either dislocate my arm or stop altogether. “I’m not changing,” I said—my voice steadier than I felt. As Chiara, I would never have gone against Luciano’s wishes before. But maybe my Doctor B side was bleeding into the rest of me now—bringing with it a courage and strength I hadn’t possessed in the pas

Leonardo’s questioning voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it carried clearly through the spacious hotel lobby. All those present were business partners invited by the Donovan family. Upon arriving, they had begun mingling and networking, exchanging pleasantries and business cards. So naturally, the commotion at the front desk caught their attention. Lucia looked at Leonardo calmly. Her gaze was distant and detached, like someone observing a complete stranger. “Why can’t I be here?” she asked coolly. Seeing him standing beside Lorenza as a couple didn’t stir even the slightest emotion in her heart. “Did Gusto Castro bring you?” Leonardo probed. Lucia didn’t bother responding to someone who had long lost all sense of decency. Instead, she took her invitation from her bag and handed it to the hotel staff at the registration desk. During this three-day private booking, invited guests only needed an official invitation from the Donovan family to check in for free. The r

At 10:30 a.m. the next day, Lucia received a call from Davide. His voice was tense, clearly irritated. “Mrs. Marchesi, Mr. Marchesi didn’t come home all night. He only returned early this morning… with Lorenza.” Lucia remained silent. “I—I saw something,” Davide continued hesitantly. “Saw what?” Lucia asked calmly. Davide swallowed. “A kiss mark… on his neck.” The line fell into complete silence. Inside the villa, Lucia finally felt something snap shut inside her chest. Not pain—closure. Her heart went cold, numb, drained of every last trace of warmth. Whatever still lingered between her and Leonardo Marchesi was finally over. Yet her eyes still stung. She lifted her chin, forcing the tears back, and asked in a flat voice, “Did you take a photo?” “Yes,” Davide whispered. “It’s very clear.” “Good.” Lucia had never wanted Leonardo’s wealth for herself. She wanted proof—proof enough to destroy the Marchesi Group completely and strip him of the spotless reputation he cheri

Lorenza spoke first. “Lucia, you’re finally here. You were really too impulsive. Women shouldn’t cling to grudges so deeply. Fortunately, Pietro isn’t seriously injured. He’s just angry and needs a simple apology. After this, you can still remain friends.” Zoe—Lorenza’s close friend—quickly echoed her words. “Exactly. Pietro only said one unpleasant thing about you, and you caused him so much trouble? What kind of friend does that make you?” Leonardo Marchesi stood silently nearby, his gaze steady as it rested on Lucia. He seemed to be waiting—expecting her to apologize. Three minutes passed. Lucia said nothing. Just then, her phone rang. It was Gabriele. She answered calmly. “Hello?” “Ms. Bianchi, we’re waiting for you at the hospital entrance,” Gabriele said politely. Lucia’s lips curved slightly. “I’m already in the ward.” “Ah—understood! We’ll come up immediately.” After ending the call, Lucia surprised everyone by walking over and sitting down on the sofa—still silent

Pietro made a call while driving through the streets of Milano. “Leonardo, who exactly is Lucia?” Leonardo had just arrived home. “Who? What?” “I just…” Pietro hesitated, not knowing how to explain himself. “Never mind. Forget it.” After hanging up, he called Lorenza. “Lorenza.” “Pietro, what’s wrong?” “Do you know anything about Lucia’s background?” Lorenza was puzzled by Pietro’s sudden concern. After thinking for a moment, she replied, “Her background isn’t anything special. But… she was recently involved with Mr. Ruggeri, the chairman of San Celestino Group, and someone named Alessandro Bianchi. From what Leonardo said, Lucia might have a complicated relationship with Damiano.” Pietro slammed the steering wheel furiously. He couldn’t believe that Lucia—that shameless woman—would use her connection with Damiano to mess with his family. He had thought she was some powerful figure, but in reality, she was just a bully who relied on others’ influence—a cheap woman who use

Arturo Bianchi withdrew his gaze. His stern, authoritative features radiated dominance. However, when he heard the name Lucia, he paused slightly—it was the same name as his precious niece. As a seasoned commander, Arturo’s instincts were razor-sharp. He issued an order calmly, “Run a background check on those two.” The man in the tailored suit glanced toward Lorenza and Pietro. “Yes, sir.” Anyone who caught Arturo’s attention rarely brought anything good. Arturo then headed into a high-end private ward in the inpatient department. “Mr. Ruggeri, what brings you to a hospital in Milano?” he asked with a faint smile. Bruno Ruggeri, Damiano's grandfather, looked energetic and spirited, with no sign of illness at all. “I just needed some peace,” Bruno snorted. “My daughter-in-law keeps pestering me to set Damiano up on blind dates. She’s far too noisy.” In truth, Bruno wasn’t sick. He had simply escaped to the hospital to avoid the chaos at home. Arturo chuckled and sa

Lorenza sat in a chair, lost in thought. Soon, Leonardo Marchesi came downstairs. Lorenza got up and said, “Leonardo, I made breakfast. Have some.” “Didn’t I tell you to rest more?” “It’s fine. I’m not tired.” At the dining table, Lorenza hesitated. “Leonardo, my stomach has been feeling off. I want to go to the hospital for a checkup.” Leonardo frowned. “Does it still hurt?” “Yes.” Lorenza lowered her head. “I’m a little worried. I finally got better, and I want to spend more time with you and the kids.” “Then get it checked.” “I made an appointment with a specialist this Sunday.” Lorenza smiled softly. “Are you free? I’m too scared to go alone. Cancer is really terrifying.” Leonardo fell silent when he heard her mention the appointment for Sunday. Lorenza’s tone was sad yet restrained. “It’s okay if you’re busy. I’ll just go by myself. I don’t want to tell Grandma. She’s old, and I don’t want her to worry.” Leonardo asked, “What about Saturday?” “The executiv

Giulia’s POV As I walked into the grand foyer of our family estate, I made no effort to hide the frustration and anger weighing heavily on my heart. The space stretched before me—polished marble floors gleaming beneath towering columns that rose toward a magnificent crystal chandelier. “Why are you crawling behind me like a disfigured snail?!” I snapped at Belle, my assistant. She hurried to my side at once. I shot her a demeaning look and flicked my wrist gracefully, tossing my bags into her waiting arms. I knew she would handle them with the utmost care, no matter how badly I treated her. I strode deeper into the mansion. “You there,” I barked at one of the housekeepers. “Fetch me some water at once.” The maid rushed off immediately and returned moments later with a crystal glass filled to the brim. As she approached, I noticed the exhaustion etched into her face. “Why do you look like an old hag?” I remarked coldly. Her expression faltered, but she remained silent as she h

Giulia’s POV Finally! Something hopeful to start the day. The housekeeper at Matteo Rinaldi’s house, Marta (or whatever her name was), sent me a text in the wee hours of the morning saying she found something valuable to give me. She claimed it belonged to the sneaky woman she saw at Matteo’s place. I had no choice but to go meet her. I don’t trust anyone enough to send someone on such matters. I strode down the sidewalk, my designer heels clicking against the pavement. My meticulously styled hair bounced with each step. I arrived at the sleek SUV parked in front of my condo, Marco, my chief security officer, and Belle stood waiting. Marco opened the car door and I got in. Belle sat some distance away from me, and Marco took the front seat beside the driver. Coursing through the bustling streets of Italy, I juggled a flurry of phone calls while Belle was busy responding to pending emails. “Canceled? But why?!” My voice was sharp with disbelief as I listened to yet another canc

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV As I stepped into my office, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of Alessia. Why the hell couldn’t she understand my intentions? I sank into the leather-bound swivel chair that was meant to bring comfort, yet I felt none. Comfort was a luxury only a few things—few people—could give me. “Excuse me, sir.” Federico’s voice broke through my thoughts. I shot him a cold glance. Years ago, he would have flinched under it, but time had toughened him. He no longer cowered like the others. “We’ve just received new intel on the lawyer’s case,” he began. My interest sharpened instantly, though my face remained unreadable. “The investigation into the accident has revealed new evidence. The car was tampered with. The accident wasn’t accidental at all—it was orchestrated.” “By who?” I asked coldly. “We don’t have any concrete leads yet,” Federico replied. “But whoever did this clearly had a lot to gain.” I closed my eyes briefly, forcing myself to th

Alessia’s POVAs I settled into the backseat of the cab, my mind buzzed with racing thoughts and tangled emotions. I gently placed my hands over my rapidly beating heart, hoping to calm it.“Everything alright, ma’am?” the driver asked.“Yes, yes. I’m very well. Thank you,” I replied.The driver nodded and focused back on the road.Matteo Rinaldi’s unexpected appearance had left me shaken, his words echoing relentlessly in my mind. What did he really want from me?His sudden warmth and sincerity were such a sharp contrast to the cold indifference he had always shown me before. It left me disoriented, questioning his intentions—and my own feelings.I couldn’t help but recall the countless times Matteo had treated me with utter indifference, his icy demeanor burned into my memory. From the day he had ordered me—yes, ordered me—to sign the divorce papers with those cold, unyielding eyes, to the many evenings when my attempts to please him with homemade meals were met with nothing but sil

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV I arrived at the forecasting company right around the time I calculated Alessia would be done with her interview. I waited in the car for a few minutes until one of the staff mentioned she had just stepped out of the building. The moment I got out of the car, my eyes locked with hers. Damn. How had I ever failed to notice how beautiful she truly was? The shock on her face was unmistakable. For a brief second, time seemed to freeze as we stared at each other, the noise of the world fading into the background. But just as quickly as she noticed me, she recovered. She looked away and continued walking, clearly intent on avoiding me. I couldn’t allow that. Not again. I reached out and gently caught her arm, turning her around to face me. After a tense moment in my arms, she finally spoke. “Matteo?” Her voice was low and strained. “What are you doing here? Let me go—we’re in public.” “Alessia,” I said calmly, my voice firm but gentle, “we need to talk.” Sh

Alessia’s POV It had been more than a week since I arrived in Italy. I had been applying for jobs at several weather forecasting stations, but most of the lucrative offers demanded more from me than I could give. My children needed me. I had to be around them. I managed to land a couple of freelance gigs, but I wanted something more worthwhile—something stable. Last night, I refreshed my email repeatedly, hoping to see something… anything. And to my amazement, I found one. I had been invited for an interview based on a recommendation. Jackpot. The job offer was exactly to my liking—remote, great pay, and plenty of incentives. Almost too good to be true. As I meticulously prepared for the interview, my mind wandered. Who had recommended me? Whoever it was had to be highly placed to put my name forward to such an outstanding company. The offer they made was top-notch. Whew. The prospect of a remote job thrilled me. It meant flexibility—being there for my kids while still w

Chiara’s POV Was he here because of the twins? The thought hit me like a physical blow. My fingers tightened around the crystal glass of prosecco until my knuckles ached, the thin stem threatening to shatter in my grip. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Had Lorenzo found out? My gaze locked onto him, and the elegant ballroom of Villa San Celestino blurred into a meaningless haze of panic. He stood near the arched entrance, tall, immovable, radiating authority the way only an Alpha could. Power clung to him like a second skin. And yet, under his stare, I felt stripped bare—like he could see through every lie, every carefully constructed wall I had built around my life. I swallowed hard, fighting the terror rising in my chest. Impossible, I told myself desperately. There was no way he knew. I had done everything to protect my children. I had erased us. Changed my surname. Changed theirs. Buried every trace of our past so deeply that even the twins believed the story I

Chiara’s POV Six years later “Davide, remember what I told you about picking fights,” I said firmly as I knelt in front of my son. I already knew how much trouble he could be. His dark eyes—so much like mine—sparkled with mischief as he shifted from one foot to the other. Beside him stood his twin sister, Diana, tongue poking out in concentration as she struggled with the straps of her tiny backpack. She looked up at me, eyes wide and glowing with excitement. “Mommy, we’ll be good!” Diana promised, nodding hard enough to make her curls bounce. “That’s what you said last time,” I reminded them, my gaze lingering on Davide. He had always been overly protective of his sister—even when she didn’t need it—and that instinct had already caused a few… incidents. “And no running too far in the park. Stay close. Listen to Anita.” Davide puffed out his chest. “I’ll protect Diana.” I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips. He was only five, but his instincts were too

Chiara’s POV “I’m so glad you’re finally here, Chiara,” Noemi called out from the dining room as I walked downstairs after waking up. To my surprise, Lorenzo was already home, seated beside Ginevra, both of them laughing quietly at something he had said. They looked like a family. More like one than I had ever been with him. “Chiara, come sit,” Noemi gestured to the chair across from Lorenzo. I forced a smile, swallowing the tight knot in my throat, and took my seat. I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at Lorenzo or Ginevra—shame and pain surged through me after what I had witnessed in his office. As I settled in, my eyes caught the small bandage on Ginevra’s neck—right where Lorenzo’s mouth had been. Her fingers brushed it casually, a slow, smug smile playing on her lips, as if she wanted me to notice. As if she wanted to remind me of what they had done together, right under my roof. I couldn’t look away. The sting of betrayal burned deeper. “Are you all right, Chiara

Chiara’s POV “Where’s Lorenzo?” I asked one of the gammas as I walked toward the villa del branco, keeping my voice casual, forcing down the suspicion burning in my chest. “He’s… having lunch with Ginevra,” he replied, eyes flicking away, as though saying her name aloud might spark trouble. Last night, Lorenzo never returned after our heated encounter. I had expected him to still be in the villa when I woke, but his presence was gone. I brushed it off, telling myself that if I proved my worth—if I did well as Luna—he’d eventually acknowledge me. Love me. That morning, I reviewed reports, inspected the vineyards and livestock, hoping he’d notice my efforts. Hoping I’d run into him. I didn’t. Instead, I found out he’d been with Ginevra. A bitter smile tugged at my lips, sarcasm slipping out before I could stop it. “He never eats lunch with me.” The gamma shifted uncomfortably, shrugging. “The Alpha has his priorities.” “Right,” I muttered, turning away as anger fla

Chiara’s POV "Damn, you’re fcking tight, Chiara," Lorenzo muttered as he pushed his cck deeper. I gripped his shoulders, a sharp jolt of pain running through me as he continued; he looked focused, but distant. I looked up at him, trying to see something, anything, that would make this feel real—feel like more than a marital duty. His sharp jaw, the dark stubble lining it, his deep, almost dangerous eyes. Sun-kissed skin, long thick lashes framing those intense eyes—a face that could draw anyone in without a word. He was everything a she-wolf could want, including me, and he knew it. This was the man I had loved for years, the Alpha everyone admired, the one who made every other girl in the pack watch him with a mix of awe and longing, craving his attention, his touch, everything about him. And now, here he was—my husband. I should have felt like the luckiest woman alive. But with every thrust, it was painfully clear that to him, I was just something to use, a toy wheneve