LOGINLuca’s POV
“Hey sexy…”
The party was still in full swing when I saw her in that impossibly sexy tank top and her shorts and her tall legs peeked out of the robe that accentuated her curves.
She looked like she didn't belong at this house and yet she walked out of Adrian Vale's villa with her head high, and her mouth pressed tight like she'd bite if anyone got too close.
And that… that got my attention. She was my type.
“Sexy…come on, don't walk away.” I called out stepping away from the group of girls I'd been with. My pack brothers called something after me, but I wasn’t listening.
She stomped down the driveway with her fair face flaming red, and her fists clenched tightly. I caught to her before she could enter her house.
“Well, well,” I said, sliding into her path. “Why's a pretty girl like you all red?”
She looked at me and her lips parted. For a second I thought she would smile but I was wrong.
“Move.” she ordered.
“Not yet.” I'd come all this way to talk to her and I wasn't letting go. She wasn't like the other girls. She was classier. It was hard not to keep staring at her cat eyes, and her soft luscious lips.
She tugged the robe tightly around her body. “I said move.” She was so calm it intrigued me.
“I won't let you talk to me like that, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart?” Her brows lifted and I almost saw a smile. No, scratch that, it was a sneer.
“Yeah,” I leaned closer, lowering my voice, “or should I call you princess too?”
She took a step back, and I matched it with one forward. “No, thanks.”
“So what's your name? Mine's Luca.” I flashed dher my winning smile that made the ladies legs go weak.
She sneered at me instead. “My name's Audrey not sweetheart.” She shot back.
“Easy there tiger. At least tell me what's wrong. You walked into Adrian's villa, and now you’re storming out and that tells me everything. That you're trouble.” My eyes dropped briefly, just enough to let her catch me looking at those long legs before I met her stare again. “And I like trouble.”
Her cheeks flushed. She wrapped the robe tighter. “Is that the best you can do? You should have better pick up lines.”
“That’s new.” She's fiesty, and I liked it. I cleared my throat and continued. “Usually I hear ‘handsome,’ ‘charming,’ Luca.”
She turned on her heel to leave. I sidestepped, blocking her again. “Careful,” I said, leaning on the word, “people might think Adrian threw you out because you flirted with him. He's quite popular among the ladies, so it's a pretty long line.”
Her eyes snapped to mine. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I let the grin spread, knowing exactly how sharp my words were. “Adrian’s not interested in you, but I'm free, and I'm interested in you, sweetheart.”
Her mouth opened then closed. For a beat she just stared at me.. Then she stepped forward, so close her robe brushed my shirt. “Say that again.”
I bent my head, letting my breath ghost against her ear. “Adrian isn't interested in you, but I am…”
A slap landed across my face before I finished. It felt like explosion happened behind my eyes and the sting spread around my cheek. Nobody had ever done that.
“What the hell was that for?”
The crowd outside the driveway went quiet. Music was still playing inside the villa but some people were begining to come out to the driveway.
“Fuck man, are you alright?” One of my friends rushed to my side. A small crowd was beginning to form around us.
“When you see an angry girl next time, you'll leave her alone.” She replied, shaking with anger.
Yes, I knew she was angry, but I didn't think she was that angry. Her palm was still in the air and she was breathing heavily like she couldn't believe what she'd done either.
Someone laughed. “Did she just slap Luca? No way…”
I whipped my head in the direction of the voice but there were too many faces staring back at me.
“You’ve got nerve,” I said finally, stretching my jaw. “No girl has ever done that before.”
She lowered her hand, but her hand was now clenched into fist. “Well, I'm not other girls.”
And then she walked away from me, right through the line of shocked faces with her head held high and her hair bouncing as she walked.
I touched my cheek and scoffed. I couldn't believe it either. She was quite the handful and I wasn't sure if I annoyed at her or turned on. Maybe a mix of both.
My pack brothers jogged over, smiling like idiots. “Luca, man, she nailed you!” one of them clapped my back. “Who's she? Do you want me to bring her back?
“No,” I snapped, still watching her retreating figure. She didn’t look back once.
The boys laughed, but I wasn’t laughing. My chest felt tight, and my wolf stirred inside me because I've just been challenged. We need her. My wolf said to me.
That girl, Audrey, had no idea what she'd done. Nobody embarrassed me like this and went free. And yet she had.
I clenched my jaw, and smiled despite the stinging in my cheek from where she'd slapped me. “Interesting,” I muttered.
One of my guys asked, “You gonna let that go?”
I shook my head slowly, resisting the urge to laugh. Everyone would think I'd gone mad which is true. Id gone mad, but it wasn't that type of madness.
This was different. She was fire and she was the reason for my madness. And I’d never walked away from fire.
“She wants to play games,” I said under my breath, mostly to myself. “Fine. Let’s play.”
Audrey's POVI walked to his door.The corridor was dark and cold and the villa was completely quiet around me and I walked to his door and stood in it and looked at him.He was on the floor.Back against the bed, legs stretched out, sketchbook open across his lap. Not sitting the way he sat in chairs — composed, deliberate, the posture of someone who had chosen how to occupy a space. This was the floor version of Luca, the one that did not exist in public, the one that only happened when the human part of him had given up on maintaining the architecture and just — sat down.He was drawing.I looked at the sketchbook.It took me a second to understand what I was seeing because Luca drew structures, Luca drew floor plans and load-bearing calculations and the architectural signatures of things that needed to stand up, and this was not any of those things.It was the garage.Specifically it was the Hellcat, and me, standing the way I stood when I had both hands on the engine and was thin
Audrey's POVThe front door opened quietly because I opened it quietly and I walked into the villa and Luca was standing in the hallway.Not blocking it. Not positioned dramatically. Just standing there the way he had been standing at the window — completely still, hands at his sides, the composed face entirely absent and nothing replacing it yet.We looked at each other.The hallway was narrow and warm and smelled like whatever Theo had cooked earlier and the bond between us was doing something so loud it was almost physical, a frequency I felt in my sternum rather than my chest.I walked past him.Not fast. Not slow. Just past, the way you walked past furniture, the way you moved through a space that had something in it you were not ready to address yet, and I felt him not reach for me and I felt myself not stop and both of those things cost something but I kept walking anyway.Up the stairs.My room.I closed the door.---The villa had a specific atmosphere for the rest of the nig
Audrey's POVI walked out of the cafeteria with Ethan and I did not look back.A conscious choice. Made with my whole chest and zero apology. The bond told me exactly what all three of them were feeling without me having to turn around — Theo's specific loud silence, Adrian's calculating stillness, and Luca's jaw doing the thing it did when he was keeping something controlled that wanted out.I let the door close behind me and breathed the cold morning air and felt, for the first time since Friday night, something happening on my terms.It felt good."You okay?" Ethan said, falling into step beside me. He asked because he paid attention, because he'd clocked the specific quality of my okay this morning."Getting there," I said.He nodded and we walked toward the academic building with the cold doing its October thing and it was easy the way things were easy when nobody was performing anything."First period?" he said."Vehicle dynamics," I said. "You?""Same building," he said. "I'll
Audrey's POVOkay so. Six a.m. and I actually slept. Like, slept-slept and not just the fake kind where you lie there replaying the bench and the hallway and that one pause on repeat until your brain just gives up from exhaustion. Real sleep. Then real morning. Then that washed-out October light doing its thing through the curtains.I just laid there for a sec doing an inventory.Wolf was quiet more like she'd been up all night sorting through garbage and actually finished the job for once. Came out the other side with her stuff together.Felt like patience, honestly. Weird to feel that from her. I got up, threw on clothes, went down before anyone else was awake.Kitchen was empty, freezing, and I made my own coffee for the first time in forever because apparently I'd just been letting Luca or Adrian handle that without even clocking it. Made it exactly how I like it. Climbed up on the counter, mug in both hands, stared at the mountain, breathed.Bond was still buzzing on that weird f
Audrey's POVThe Hellcat smelled like oil and cold metal and something that had always, since I was small enough to fit under a car without a jack, meant safety.I sat in the driver's seat with the door open and my feet on the garage floor and didn't drive anywhere. Just sat. The way I'd been doing since I was thirteen and using the car as a place to put myself when there was nowhere else that fit.The garage was empty at this hour. Everyone else had gone in when the temperature dropped. The academy perimeter lights hummed their low steady hum and the mountain did its dark thing outside and I sat in the Hellcat and tried to find the edges of what I was feeling.Luca was silent and it bugged me.One second too long. That was all it had taken. One second of him not saying no immediately and the whole architecture of my chest had shifted.I put my head back against the headrest.The bond was doing something I hadn't felt it do before. Yes. The bond didn't break, that wasn't how it worked
Luca's POVShe walked away and I let her.That was the first thing. The most important thing. Every instinct I had — and I had a lot of them, most of them loud, most of them pointing in the same direction — said get up, go after her, fix it, and I sat on the bench in the terrible wind and didn't move and let her go.Because she'd asked me a direct question and I hadn't answered it.And chasing her down before I understood why I hadn't answered it would have been the worst possible thing I could do.So I sat.The valley did its thing below me. The wind did its thing around me. The bench was cold and hard and entirely deserved and I sat on it and looked at the tree line and tried to do what I did with everything that mattered — take it apart, find the structure, understand what I was actually looking at before I tried to say anything about it.The question had been simple.Do you feel something for them.And the answer should have been immediate. Should have been no, straightforward, cl
AdrianI had not planned on coming over. But the power at my villa cut off and I could see her struggling with her lights over at her villa.I should not have gone over, but I was worried she'd be scared and alone. She was always scared of the dark as kids.So when she turned around in her kitchen,
Luca's PovThe garage smelled like hot rubber and oil as always. Students sprawled beside their cars or their friend's cars talking animatedly. This was an F1 academy which meant that everyone's idea of lunch break or breaks of any kind was spent with their cars.I leaned against my black Porsche
Audrey’s POVThe F1 academy was home to wolves and humans alike, and other supernatural creatures, until my father was killed and it was taken over by werewolves.The werewolves had driven the other supernatural creatures away, leaving the humans because they paid well.The academy didn’t look like
Audrey's pov“Back in this bitch” I said out loud to no one. I dropped my bags in the middle of the living room, stood there like an idiot and stared at the tall glass windows of my father's villa.The place smiled like dust and my father's old Arabian perfume, and even though the housekeepers had







