Alpha Lorenzo

VICTORIAThe paper crackled inside the car, lost in the darkness of the underground parking garage.My heart sped up waiting for the result, not daring to look toward the passenger seat.“The test is... negative. You’re not pregnant, Vicky.”I closed my eyes, trying to control the tears and swallow the knot in my throat, but a rough sob ripped out of me anyway, and I couldn’t stop it.I was exhausted from this fight to give my mate Luca, the Alpha of Creston Pack, an heir.“Don’t get like that. You’ll see, next time it’ll be positive.” Marcella’s hand, my assistant and best friend, slid gently down my back.“It’s always next time, Marcella. What the hell is wrong with me that I can’t get pregnant?!” I growled, slamming the steering wheel in front of me to let my frustration out.She didn’t answer, but her eyes dropped, pity written all over her face.I hate it. I hate how everyone looks at me with condescension or mockery, like they’re just waiting for me to fall.The pack elders are

VICTORIAI went completely still at Mom’s proposal.My mouth opened, but no words came out.“Give us a minute alone,” she asked my brother.Enzo gave me one last complicated look before stepping out and closing the door behind him.“Mo...m...” I stammered, standing up and fighting to look her in the face. “What do you mean... by mating?”“I’m going to be blunt, Victoria, because this might be the last calm conversation we’ll get to have.” The tension showed in her features, filling the room with urgency.“What’s going on?”“Your brother’s position as patriarch is hanging by a thread.” I tensed at her words. “The older Alphas are threatening him, taking advantage now that your father is gone.”“No... but Dad built this family. Didn’t Enzo take over the important stuff?” I asked, not understanding, but a sad smile slipped onto Mom’s face.“See it for yourself.” She tossed an envelope onto the bed, one I hadn’t even noticed she was holding.It landed on the sheets and I tore it open fast

VICTORIAPanting spilled out of my throat as his possessive hand held me in place, controlling me with a pressure that stole my breath.His thin lips moved over my parted mouth, sucking and nibbling. His tongue pushed in, tangling with mine, learning my mouth like he was memorizing it.Then he shoved me back against the bed and his massive body pressed me into the mattress.Goddess... I was so wet. I was dying to be touched and dominated by this Alpha.Through the shadows, those sapphire-blue eyes pulled me in like a moth to a flame.“Aah!” I moaned when my hands were forced over my head and his touch slid from my neck down to my breasts.My nipples shuddered under the play of those rough fingers, and I couldn’t control myself. I arched, desperate for more.Moans spilled out of me, my body on fire, and when he dipped his head with a growl and closed his mouth over my breasts, I felt like I was melting under that male.Every touch was delicious, skilled, like he knew exactly how to wre

VICTORIAI didn’t stop watching his reactions as I undressed for him.I wanted to see it for myself, whether my own mate truly wasn’t attracted to me.As a woman, I felt insecure, pushed aside for Marcella.What did she have that dazzled my husband when I couldn’t?The dress slid down my body slowly, fluid, like a soft caress, puddling in a heap around my black heels.I was left in nothing but lingerie, sexy, made of suggestive black lace.I could swear I heard him swallow, but he covered it with another sip of his drink.I stepped out of the dress and brought my hands behind my back, ready to unclasp my bra.A low growl rumbled in his throat as he leaned back, settling deeper into the armchair, not stopping me.His eyes carried that wolfish reddish tint, and I dropped my gaze to his fly, where a hard shape was starting to wake up beneath his suit pants.The bra came undone behind me, and with a boldness I’d never had, I let it slide down my arms.I felt my breasts fall free, bouncing

LORENZOFrozen water pounded down, soaking my hair while my hands braced against the cold bathroom tiles.My eyes stayed locked on the drain, on the foam that wouldn’t stop sliding away.My memories were still a mess in my head, like a puzzle someone had dumped on the floor.The last thing I remembered was getting under that bridge and watching Alina’s car explode into the air.She was slumped in the driver’s seat, her blonde hair falling over her blood-smeared face, her clothes twisted and ruined.I screamed and ran to her without thinking, without measuring the danger, knowing I was walking straight into a trap.Because this whole kidnapping was built to take me out.The last thing I heard was the bullet ripping through the air, the pain that split my skull into shards, and my men’s roars.My wolf howled, throwing his power over me, and the darkness wrapped around me.Until today...That intoxicating vanilla scent slipped into my nightmare world and lit up the most primitive part of