LOGINLuciano De Lucaâs POV Ending the call with Doctor B, I lowered my phone onto my desk. Then I took a moment to breathe deeply, satisfaction and relief filling my chest. Doctor B had agreed to cooperate with me on the project I proposedâproviding free medical care to the common people. I had been worried when she refused to take the proposal from my hand. Leaving it on the reception desk had felt like a dismissal. Perhaps, even with her dislike of me, after reading the document, she realized the good we could do together. Either way, I was pleased. At least, I wasâuntil I looked down at the cold red tea sitting untouched in the cup on my desk. To avoid the constant disruptions caused by Silvia Romano at home, I had started coming into the Alpha headquarters to work. As long as Silvia remained in my house, my days of working from home were long over. This meant I had to rely on the staff in the building for my needs. From what I remembered before I started working from home regul
Chiara's POV âThatâs your imagination,â I said, my voice cold enough that I hoped Luciano De Luca would drop the subject entirely. He didnât return to it. After a brief pause, however, he continued, âThere are rumors that you are a mysterious Healer who travels from pack to pack, never staying in one place for long.â I was well aware of those rumors. In fact, I had carefully cultivated them myselfâboth to preserve the mystery surrounding Doctor B and to distance that identity from Chiara, the Alphaâs wife. âWhen I offered a collaboration,â Luciano went on, âI was simply expressing my interest in keeping you within the Nightfall Pack. Your talents are highly valued here. Iâm confident we could provide enough challenge to maintain your professional curiosity.â I said nothing. I simply watched him. Only now did I notice the briefcase heâd been holding motionless at his side. He lifted it onto the reception desk and clicked open the latches. The lid popped up, and he withdrew a thi
Luciano De Lucaâs POV I placed my hands on Doctor Bâs arms and gently eased her away, taking a step back to put more distance between us. I was surprised to encounter Doctor B hereâespecially under these circumstances. My subordinates must have somehow missed her while they were clearing out the bar. She had emerged from the restroom while I waited for my wife, believing her to be the only person still inside. Now that we were much closer than we had been at the hospital, I could see faint shadows beneath her domino mask. Enough to notice that her eyes were remarkably similar in size and shape to Chiaraâs. I wished I could see her face more clearlyâto compareâbut politeness, and restraint, stopped me. âPardon me,â I said evenly. âWhile you were in the restroom, did you happen to see my wife?â~~~~~~~~~ Chiaraâs POV âYes.â I lied. It was far easier to keep my composure while wearing my doctorâs disguise. âThere was someone else in one of the stalls,â I added calmly. âI didn
Alessia POV Seeing Luciano De Luca appear so suddenly in the bar made my heart race, even as my limbs refused to move in shock. This was a place for commoners. Why would he ever come here? And why did he look so furious? Typically, Luciano was the perfect picture of calm. Ever the gentlemanâpolite, reserved, always hiding his true emotions behind a cool, impenetrable façade. But now⌠I had never seen him like this. His face was twisted with rage, his jaw clenched tight, his hands curled as if they might shift into claws at any moment. Dressed in his expensive suit and perfectly knotted tie, he was entirely out of place in this hole-in-the-wall bar. He looked like a man headed for a high-rise gala downtown, not someone storming through a dim, smoke-filled tavern beneath an apartment building. His subordinates looked just as out of place. Their suits werenât as costly as Lucianoâs, but they were still unmistakably high-endâand no one else in the bar was wearing anything close t
Luciano De Lucaâs POV Since Chiaraâs absence, things had not been going very well for me. With Chiara gone, Silvia Romano had taken the initiative to try and fill her shoes by handling the housework. She had insistedâconfidentlyâthat she could do anything a low-born orphan like Chiara could do, and do it better. In reality, Silvia struggled. Just this morning, while I was reading the newspaper, Silvia gently brought me a cup of hot coffee. It would have been a kind gestureâif I were not allergic to coffee beans. Something I was certain I had told Silvia many times before. âOh, Iâm so sorryâŚâ Silvia said. She hadnât remembered. Or perhaps she simply didnât care. Every morning, Chiara would bring me a cup of tea, heated to the exact temperature I preferred, prepared precisely the way I liked it. Last night, I had been working late in my study when Silvia came in wearing a sexy, semiâsee-through nightgown. She leaned over my desk, clearly trying to entice me with her cleavage.
Chiara's POV The news of Doctor Bâs return had now spread throughout the entire pack. Headlines about me covered newspapers and tabloids. Even the nightly news dedicated a brief segment to my comeback. The previous scandalââExperts Agree, Chiara Rossi Not Proper Decorum For A Luna!ââwas completely buried. No one cared about it anymore. My office at the hospital had become the hottest spot in town, drawing the wealthiest and most influential individuals, all eager to meet me. Even the highest-tier noblesâthose so reserved they rarely left their mansions or clubsâfound the curiosity to see me outweighed their propriety. Before my disappearance, I had been respected by many patients and maintained a long waiting list. Since my return, my popularity had skyrocketed. I couldnât walk to the restroom without being stopped six or seven timesâeither to shake hands or to answer questions about a medical concern. Caterina, acting as my assistant, was on the phone constantly, nearly losing







