2p Italy Hetalia Novels & Stories

“I didn’t ask for this. I never wanted to be Luna.” Lila laughed cruelly, the sound echoing off the wooden beams. “Look at her — already crying like a pup. How is this supposed to be our Luna? She’ll embarrass Alpha Kai in front of every rival pack. One look at those fat thighs and they’ll think our Alpha is weak.”

I didn’t even want to think of how things were going to go when we went home, and I knew that we were going to have to do so soon enough, staying in Rome was not part of the plan and any delays that were to occur were most likely to cause a little stir. “I take it that the two of you managed to have a nice rest,” Alaric said, throwing a bunch of scrolls on the dining table. Dante raised an eyebrow at the man, and I shook my head in question, watching as he opened one of them. The word Phoenix was written at the top of it. Valerie shook her head in question, and I looked down at the scroll to notice that it was written in Latin. “What is this?” Valerie asked, shaking her head in question.

-MIKAYLA’S POV* Omega Betty comes in with three bottles of red wine. Going around the table, she pours them into each glass. Next, Pandia made an entry with a hot hunk on her arms. Towering at 6’7 with razor part loosely styled pompadour black hair and cerulean eyes, a long straight nose, sharp angular jawline, and bulking eight packs, he wears a black formal suit with a grey tie. “Mom, Dad, sorry we are late,” Pandia brushed her flowing black hair behind her ear, smiling nervously. “This is Alpha Valiant of Crimson Hyde Pack and he’s my mate.”

If that would fill the void place of a father in a pup’s heart, "I can marry... "No," He quickly grabbed me with both hands possessively, saying, "I won’t share you with anyone." I smiled at his possessive act. He wasn’t an Alpha yet, but his behaviour speaks a lot about his Alpha blood. "Don’t worry. I’m all yours, and you’re mine." "So, What does Papa do for a living? And where does he live?" "He is the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack and President of De Luca Corporation, an Italian multinational corporation that designs and manufactures athletic and casual footwear, apparel, and accessories, headquartered in Rome, Italy."

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“I know we got distracted the last few days with other matters, but now we need to buckle down and bring this back around to a worldwide treaty being signed.” “Why does this need to be world why when we have no fear of this Genesis?” An Italian accent joined the conversation. Alpha Paolo of the Italian pack Luna Forte, spoke up, one proud brow raised in a show of arrogance. Many of the foreign packs’ leaders were nodding in agreement that they did not need to be involved in this when their packs were not immediately in jeopardy.

The room fell into a hush, the whispers spreading like wildfire. Donatella's smile was a thin-lipped affair, her eyes glinting with malice. "I know what you're all thinking. What a beautiful couple. A perfect alliance. The De Luca principessa and the Bratva heir-joined in holy matrimony." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me correct you. There is no matrimony here. Just leverage. Just a pawn-me-handed over like property to secure peace between monsters."

This wasn’t a dream… “Oh, God,” Hailee gasped. “Alessandro… No!” “Sì, piccola… (Italian for ‘yes, baby’)” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…”

Pagan admitted quietly as the metal box slowly trekked upwards. Shiloh giggled. “So do I.” The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and they stepped out. Looking around, he thought that they should be on the third floor for the marriage license. “Shiloh.” Nico called and they turned towards his voice. He said something in Italian and she blushed before she responded. “I’m seriously going to have to learn Italian.” Pagan grumbled with a smile. “Sorry, my friend. I was telling her that she looks beautiful. Bellissimo in Italian.” Nico kissed Shiloh’s cheek and then Pagan’s. “She is a bella ragazza, a beautiful girl.”

One of the woman said with a very thick italian accent. "Oh, Romeo and i already talked about it, although we haven't picked a date yet, but we will very soon, you all should be on the look out." I lied further. "You can go now girl. You look tired." Papi said, as pablo entered the living room with the boys. "So you ran awa... oh Buon pomeriggio a tutti" (Good afternoon everyone)