The Mafia Alpha's Luna

POV: IsabellaThe car ride to Luca’s estate was a study in silent tension, thick and unyielding. The driver didn’t glance my way as he navigated through winding, narrow streets that gave way to open countryside, where sprawling hills and towering trees lined the road like sentries. Each mile that passed only solidified the reality of what I’d done.We reached Romano estate—a tall, fortified mansion perched on a hill overlooking the city—the daylight had softened to a dull, moody gray. Massive iron gates swung open slowly, revealing manicured gardens and fountains that dotted the grounds like pieces on a chessboard. Everything was immaculately maintained, yet the beauty felt oppressive, like a gilded cage meant to trap me.The driver opened my door, and I stepped out, feeling the weight of my suitcase handle in my hand. This was my life now, every moment dictated by a man I didn’t know, by rules I hadn’t agreed to. And yet, as I crossed the threshold, I felt the strange weight of invis

Isabella's Escape.The message that flashed across my phone screen made my fingers shake as I read it: "Meet me near the back gate at midnight." An automobile will be waiting for me. A flood of relief swept over her. At last, I had a strategy, a means of leaving Luca's estate. I could still clearly recall the horrifying incident in the corridor, including Luca's icy rage and the vicious blow that left the poor man sprawled on the ground. And it had been worse than any nightmare the way he looked at me afterwards, like though he was daring me to question him. My nerves pricked as the hours passed slowly, my mind whirling with hope and anxiety. I was aware that I could not afford to make any errors. I would need to be quick, quiet.The home froze at last. Every minute seemed to drag on into eternity as midnight approached. my heart thumping, I reached for my phone, slipped it into my pocket, and walked carefully to my bedroom door. As I slowly opened the door and looked into the dim

Luca’s POVThe moment Isabella uttered those words— You are my mate—something in me clenched. Not out of joy or acceptance, but frustration.This was a mistake. It had to be.I turned away from her, my jaw tightening as I forced my wolf back. It had been howling since the moment I laid eyes on her, clawing at the walls of my control. My wolf recognized her before I did, and that terrified me more than anything else.She’s weak. She’s human. She’s a liability.That’s what my pack would say. What they probably already said.No one has guts to say it to my faceI exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. The weight of leadership, of power, of expectations, bore down on me like it always did. I couldn’t afford this distraction."Rest, Isabella," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "We'll talk later."Her eyes searched mine, filled with hesitation, confusion—hope. She might actually be thinking I'd let her leave.It was that last one that made me turn my back on

ISABELLA'S POVI was going insane.Okay, maybe not clinically insane, but I was damn close.For the past few days, I’d been stuck in this ridiculously fancy room with no one but my own thoughts to keep me company.No phone. No internet. No books. Just an oversized bed, expensive furniture, and windows that led to a view of more rooms.All thanks to fucking Luca RomanoThe place was huge! It was like a damn palace—except I wasn’t a princess.I was a prisoner.A prisoner in silk sheets, sure, but a prisoner nonetheless.At least both words start with P-R-I…And Luca? The man who owned this place? The man who had bought me like some ancient relic to settle a debt I'm not even sure my parents owed?Nowhere to be seen. Fucker!I hadn’t set eyes on him since I met him in his balcony that night. Earlier, he had told me he wanted to let me go but has been avoiding me using 'my need to rest' as an excuse, and despite knowing I should be relieved that he wouldn't harm me, I wasn’t.Although, as

ISABELLA’S POVThe walls were beginning to feel like they were closing in on me.It had been at least a week since I’d last seen Luca. A week of nothing but silence, the only interaction I had being with the maid who brought my meals three times a day. She never spoke, never!Never acknowledged me beyond bringing the tray into the room and walking out.A goddamn prisoner I am indeed.At first, I had tried to be polite."Good morning." I greeted her the first time she brought breakfast, offering a small smile despite my frustration with this entire situation.No response.Just great!She placed the tray on the table, turned on her heel, and left without so much as a glance in my direction.I had tried again at lunch."Hey, uhm… could you tell me where I am exactly?" I asked, hoping to get something—anything—from her.Silence.Sad enough.Dinner arrived, and I decided to be more persistent."Look, I get it. You probably have rules. You’re not allowed to talk to me, right?" I tested. "