ログインNina’s POV “Come on, Nico,” Nina whispered impatiently as she tugged on her brother’s sleeve. “I don’t want to be late.” “We won’t be late,” Nico replied with complete confidence. “They wouldn’t start without us.” While guests had already begun taking their seats in the folding wooden chairs arranged along the beach, and the rest of the wedding party prepared inside the house, Nina and Nico had secretly escaped to collect seashells by the shore. Now that they had found one of the largest shells either of them had ever seen, Nina suddenly realized how much time had passed. Panicking a little, she dragged her brother back toward the house while trying not to notice the wet sand stuck to the hem of her dress and the bottoms of his pants. Both of them were barefoot after losing their shoes somewhere near the tide long ago. Honestly, who wore shoes on a beach anyway? As they approached the house, they immediately started sneaking around, hoping nobody would catch them. Nico careful
Chiara’s POV In our small house near the sea in Moonglow, I woke early as usual to prepare for work. Luciano De Luca woke at the same time. Lately, that had become our quiet little routine. While the sky outside still carried traces of dawn, he stood in the kitchen heating water on the stove so we could drink tea together before starting the day. “You sleep okay?” I asked softly. Even now, despite everything changing between us, Luciano still slept in the spare bedroom. I had offered to let him move into mine more than once, but he always refused gently. He said he didn’t want his presence or feelings to pressure me. He wanted our relationship to grow naturally this time. When he suggested buying a nearby house instead, I shut the idea down immediately. The children loved having him here. And honestly… So did I. Sometimes I still found it difficult to believe he had truly abandoned everything for us. Even in my most impossible fantasies years ago, I never would have imag
Giacomo’s POV A few days after I punched Luciano De Luca in the face, only for him to resign as Alpha and run after Chiara like a man possessed, Caterina invited me out for lunch. Now we sat across from each other in a small café we had started frequenting over the years whenever we met up. She watched me carefully over the rim of her coffee cup, studying me the way someone might study an injured wolf, uncertain whether it needed comfort or distance. She should have known by now that if I had been in a truly foul mood, I would have declined the invitation entirely. Still, irritable was probably the best word to describe me lately. For the past several days, I had been drowning in my own misery. The strange thing was that I wasn’t devastated anymore. There was still loss, of course. A lingering ache. But the sharpest pain had finally started dulling around the edges. There was nothing left to do now except let Chiara go. Sometimes I wondered if things would have turned out diff
Luciano De Luca’s POV Giacomo’s punch caught me completely off guard. I stumbled backward, nearly falling into the elevator again as the doors began sliding shut behind me. Pain exploded through my face instantly. He had definitely broken my nose. Holding it tightly, I stepped back out of the elevator while blood dripped down the front of my shirt. My werewolf healing was already beginning to repair the damage, but for a moment, the pain had been sharp enough to make my eyes water. And Giacomo clearly hadn’t held back. “What the hell, Giacomo?” I demanded. “What the hell, me?” he snapped furiously. “What the hell is wrong with you?” “What does that even mean?” “Chiara’s flight leaves today, doesn’t it?” he asked incredulously. “Yes.” “Then why the hell are you standing here?” His words struck harder than the punch. For days, I had gone back and forth in my mind about what I should do. The mature thing would have been to go see Chiara and the children off properly. To smi
Chiara's POV “Luciano.” I could tell he was hanging on my every word, nervously waiting for my answer. It hurt knowing that what I was about to say would crush him. Still, I knew this was something he needed to hear. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I can’t marry you.” Before he could respond, and judging by the way his lips parted, he desperately wanted to, I raised my hand gently, asking him to let me finish. “I care about you, Luciano. I really do. But is that enough? I’m not the same woman I used to be anymore.” “Whatever our differences are,” Luciano De Luca said, “we can work through them. If we care enough about each other, if we truly want this relationship, then shouldn’t we be able to make everything else fall into place?” “I can’t become your Luna again,” I admitted quietly. “I have my own career now. My own life.” “I would never ask you to stay home and become a housewife,” Luciano replied immediately. “I know that’s not what you want.” “But there would still be res
Chiara's POV We all waited in suffocating silence to see how Enrico’s body would react to the medicine. Had I been too late? The heart monitor still raced wildly while Enrico groaned in obvious pain. Nearby Healers exchanged grim looks, already preparing themselves for the possibility that he might slip away despite everything. Piera and I physically stepped in front of them, refusing to let anyone interfere. Just a few more seconds. That was all we needed. Then suddenly, Enrico drew in one deep, powerful breath. The frantic beeping of the monitor immediately began to slow until, little by little, it settled into a steady rhythm. “Father?” Luciano asked carefully as he leaned closer to the bed. Enrico slowly lifted one arm and tugged weakly at the oxygen mask covering his face. Carefully, I stepped forward and removed it for him. The moment it came off, Enrico smiled directly at Luciano before turning his attention toward me. “Chiara,” he said hoarsely. “I assume this was
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
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, ho
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 p
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.







