Alpha's Regret

Luca's POV 

I sat back in my reclining chair and stared at the wall as my phone buzzed with irritating notifications. A video that had sent my mind into overdrive and my heart racing harder than usual. Marco, my foolish brother and Beta, up to his usual tricks of harassing Serafina, throwing water at her and mocking her. Nothing new. My family had always hated Serafina and her crazy mother, Gianna. I even believed that her mother had manipulated the mate bond to her advantage. I had always thought that my true mate would be Bianca Romano. I had never touched Serafina; I couldn't. It was a promise I had made to myself the day I married her. I ignored her no matter how hard she tried to win me over. It was just easier that way for me. 

But then, as I looked at my phone screen, I noticed Viola's name pop up. My curiosity got the better of me, so I pressed "answer."

"What is it, Viola? I have a pack to run." I managed to say before she started screeching down the phone, causing me to hold it away from my ear and sigh heavily. 

"Luca DeLuca, have you no shame? Your brother is causing issues with Serafina again. You need to stop all this madness. If you are even one per cent for her, then you will stop this wedding nonsense at once," she hissed loudly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, choosing to ignore her pleas. But just as I was about to end the phone call, I heard her mention one name that sent my blood boiling. 

Matteo Bianchi. 

"What did you just say?" I snarled harshly, not daring to believe she had uttered that name—Alpha Matteo Bianchi of my most hated pack. I could never stand that idiot; he always thought he was bigger and better than me, yet now he was trying to get involved in things that did not concern him. 

"I said Alpha Matteo Bianchi is protecting Serafina now; he knocked your brother to the ground when he tried to attack Serafina."

I blinked a couple of times before throwing the phone across the room and letting out a roar that shook the walls and set a crack in the big glass windows. 

I felt the blood rush to my head, and my fists clenched at my side. The thought of him being even remotely close to Serafina sent an overwhelming surge of jealousy through me. Not only was Matteo a good fighter, but he had a reputation for being one of the best.

 But what would he want with Serafina? 

My mate? 

I paced the room, unable to calm my racing thoughts, and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Quickly, I downed it and poured yet another. 

Serafina and Matteo made me angry; I could already feel my wolf becoming restless. I was the one who was supposed to be protecting her, not that damn Matteo Bianchi. Not anyone else, for that matter. Who the hell did he think that he was?

"LUCA!" My brother Marcus came storming through the door, his clothes stained from blood that had been pouring from his face. 

"I don't have time for this." I snarled at him, and he stepped back in surprise. "But, look  what that pathetic Matteo Bianchi did to me all because he wanted to sleep with that slut Serafina." I heard my brother say. 

"I don't have time for this," I snapped, and he recoiled slightly at my tone. "But look what that pathetic Matteo Bianchi has done to me—all because he wants to sleep with that slut Serafina," Marcus spat.  I could not help but let out a chuckle at the stupidity of his words. "You dare to call her a slut, while you harass her and throw water on a female. Are you sure you are fit to be my Beta?" I hissed venomously at my brother. 

"Luca, what are you saying? Look at the state of me. We have to do something about that, Matteo. We can take him down." Marcus continued to babble, which only infuriated me further. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, not persistently pestered by my brother. 

I wanted to be alone because something deep within me realised that the bond I had tried so hard to push away and disregard demanded acknowledgement. The thought of Serafina with anyone else was sending me crazy.

"Luca, Marco. What is going on in here?" Our mother suddenly came striding into my office with a concerned look. I growled at my brother and threw back yet another glass of whiskey. 

"What the hell has happened to you?" She screeched in horror at the sight of my brother. 

"Luca, you are drunk!" She shook her head disapprovingly. I could not be bothered to stick around and hear anymore. 

I had to go and find  Serafina. 

"Take me to the club, Now!" I grunted at my driver as he quickly opened the car door for me. I ignored my mother's order to stay and talk to her. 

"Put your foot down, and don't stop til we are there." 

"Yes, Alpha." The driver replied obediently. 

As soon as we pulled up outside the club, I knew she was in there. I wasted no time in stepping out into the cool night air. The lights inside were dimly lit; music blared as I pushed open the door. 

"Serafina!" I yelled, my voice cutting through the laughter and chatter around the crowded bar. 

Then, my eyes rested on her. 

She was there. 

And not alone. 

She sits at a table with Matteo Bianchi beside her, laughing and joking. It was as if I had never existed in her life. A stab of guilt cut at me as I swallowed hard and tried to push away the possessiveness that threatened to spill out from every ounce of my body. She was mine.

"Serafina!" I called out again. This time, she looked up, and I almost fell over at the coldness in her eyes.  She did not even flinch at my tone or the sight of me. 

Did she hate me so much?

"What do you want, Luca DeLuca?" She remained sitting and glared at me as if I were nothing to her. How could she act so uncaring?

"You are coming with me!" I demanded, ignoring Matteo's snorts. 

"No, I am not going anywhere with you, Luca. You and your family did not want me around." She snapped, causing me to hesitate. 

I looked at her as a mate for once, and she wasn't a burden. How could I not have seen her this way before now? 

"Serafina, you are my mate. We are bound together in the name of the moon goddess." I cried out, and she looked horrified as I reached out to touch her. 

"You are drunk, Luca. Go home. She doesn't want you." Matteo stood up and bellowed.