LOGINLUCA
I stood there, the copper tang of my own blood coating my tongue. Aria looked at me like I was a monster under the bed, clutching that robe like it was armor. It killed me. It absolutely killed me that she felt safer with a beta who probably couldn't even protect her from a stiff breeze."You think he’s the one, don’t you?" I asked, my voice scraping out of my throat. "The clean-cut hero. The guy who fixes your sink and brings you soup.""He's a good man. SometARIALuca stood by his car, his chest heaving, his face twisted into a sneer that made him look like a total stranger."Startled, Aria?" he spat, spitting the words out like broken glass. "I guess that’s the look people get when they’re caught red-handed. I didn't realize the ink on the divorce papers had to be dry before you started auditioning the replacement.""Caught?" I stepped forward, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "I’m having dinner with my lawyer and a friend, Luca. It’s called a life. You should try having one that doesn't involve stalking me.""A friend?" He let out a harsh, barking laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Is that what we're calling him now? You admitted it, remember? Back at the house. You told me you were involved with him."Behind me, I heard the car door click. Brandon stepped out, his expression shifting from confusion to a deep, worried frown. "Involved? Aria, what is he talking about?"My face went nuclear. I could feel the heat radiating off my
LUCAThe silence in the study was eating me alive. I’d spent the last three hours staring at the divorce decree on my desk, the words blurring into a mess of legal jargon that basically said my life was over. My phone buzzed on the mahogany surface, vibrating like an angry hornet.Ivy.I let it ring out. I wasn't in the mood for her "consolation" or whatever angle she was playing today. But then it buzzed again. And a third time.I grabbed it, my thumb sliding across the screen with more force than necessary. "What, Ivy? I’m busy.""Wow, someone’s in a mood," she chirped, though her voice sounded tight, like she’d been chewed up and spit out. "I just thought you should know what your 'loyal' wife is up to on the eve of your big day."I stiffened, the wolf inside me lifting its head. "Speak.""I just saw her at Le Sel. She wasn't exactly mourning the end of her marriage, Luca. She was tucked away in a corner with two men. The
ARIAI stood by the window, watching the city lights begin to blink on, feeling like a ghost at my own celebration.Tasha was in her element, leaning against a display table and animatedly chatting with Brandon. She was doing that thing where she laughed a little too loud to make him feel welcome, and Brandon—bless him—was taking it all in with his usual, steady patience. He looked good in the soft gallery lighting, a calm port in the middle of my storm."He’s got it bad for you, you know."I jumped slightly as Nova slid up beside me, two glasses of sparkling cider in her hands. She handed me one, her eyes tracking Tasha and Brandon."He’s just being supportive, Nova. Don't start," I murmured, taking a sip."Supportive doesn't usually come with five-foot-tall flower stands and a look that says he’d fight a rogue for you," she countered, her voice dropping. "So, real talk. The hearing is tomorrow. You still solid?"I lo
LUCAI felt dizzy like a hammer against my skull.Rowan was gone—taken to the ER with a jaw that was probably wired shut by now. I sat alone in the wreckage of the VIP booth, staring at the amber liquid left in my glass. It looked like poison. It tasted like regret."Alpha. Enough."Alder was standing there with disapproval look. He didn’t stare at me with fear anymore; he looked at me with pity. That stung worse than the punch I’d landed on Rowan."I'm fine, Alder. Leave the bottle.""You’re not fine. You’re a mess," Alder snapped, crossing his arms. He wasn't playing the loyal Beta right now; he was being the only guy left with a spine. "Think about the kids, Alpha. You go home smelling like a distillery and looking like you crawled out of a gutter—is that what Adrian and Aurora need? A father who’s checked out because his ego is bruised?"The mention of their names was like a bucket of ice water. I looke
LUCAThe neon sign for The Den flickered, a jagged pulse of violet light that made the gash on my forehead throb.I didn’t give a shit about the bandage peeling at the edges, and I damn sure didn’t care about the sharp, twisting cramp in my gut that felt like a wolf trying to claw its way out."Alpha, take it easy. Your stomach is a mess, and you’re bleeding through the dressing." Rowan reached for the bottle of amber liquid on the low table between us.I swiped it away, the glass clinking against my signet ring. "Don't touch it. I'm paying for the bottle, I'm finishing it."I poured another glass, the smell of peat and smoke hitting me like a memory. I downed it in one go. The burn was the only thing that felt real. The rest of the night—the nursery, the scent of Aria’s skin, the way she’d looked at me like I was a stray dog she was afraid to pet—was just a fever dream I was trying to drown."You’re going
ARIAThe air in the foyer was thick, used up, and smelled like a storm that had just broken. We were both panting, the only sound between us the ragged, uneven hitch of our lungs.I leaned my back against the cold wood of the door, my chest heaving. Then, the tickle in my throat—the one I’d been fighting since my fever broke—turned into a violent, hacking cough. It ripped through me, doubling me over. I clutched my ribs, my vision blurring as I struggled to catch a breath that wasn't full of Luca’s scent."Aria."His voice was different now. The predatory edge had dulled, replaced by a sudden, sharp flick of worry. He reached out, his hand hovering near my shoulder but not quite touching. "You’re still sick. You shouldn't have been out in the night air."I couldn't even answer. I just shook my head, my face flushed and hot."Do you want water? Sit down, Aria. You’re going to collapse." He sounded softer, humanized, bu







