Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

Like he could see straight through the disguise to the terrified girl underneath, like he had been waiting his entire life for this exact moment. "Giselle." Julio's voice snapped me back. "This is Don Alessandro Romano. Your fiancé." Alessandro stepped forward. He was close enough now that I could smell him, Sandalwood and something darker, yet manly, Something that made my hindbrain scream danger.

Some real shit would go down between us. Speaking of that bitch, our eyes met from across. I held her gaze, unknowingly starting a staring contest. A smirk tugged at my lips when her gaze faltered. Surprised that she’d felt scared of me, she took a step back. And then, it happened. “Cassandra… and Ashley,” Dalton announced my partner’s name. I watched as the she-wolf’s face turned white, whiter than a blank paper. Oh, so her name was Ashley?

Alessandro’s outside with me. He wraps something around my shoulders and settles on the bench next to me. I snuggle into the blanket. “Thanks,” I murmur. “I am sorry you had to hear that,” he whispers. I shrug. “Dante’s always been a little bit of a loose cannon.” Alessandro snorts. “I think he has gone beyond loose, Alyssa.” “Yeah. I guess.” “He lies. We do not know why. But I could tell he was lying through his teeth.”

A glass of wine rested in her hand, untouched, while she read through the messages on her phone. The estate was quiet at this hour, save for the distant hum of voices from the east wing where Don DeLuca still entertained the last of his guests. A discreet knock at the door made her look up. One of her men stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. “Well?” Isabella asked, setting her glass aside. “We followed your instructions,” the man said. “Tracked Signor Alessio’s movements today after he left the breakfast table.” “And?” She leaned forward, her interest keen, the predator lurking beneath polished civility.

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

My pulse hadn't quite slowed as I sat down on my seat when Alessandro walked in and his calm, collected appearance, only served to reignite the heat between my legs. Meanwhile Alberto stood by the window making a call, which ended after Alessandro walked in. “Don Alessandro, it was wonderful having dinner with you and your signorina. I’ll have the papers drawn up. We can sign in the morning.” Alberto said as he walked up to us. “Perfect.” Both men shook hands firmly and bid their goodbyes as Alberto walked out politely. You'd never know he had a list of corpses longer than Interpol’s red list. “So, I guess I played my part properly, huh?” I smiled sweetly at Alessandro as I leaned back in my

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Alessio was again surprised by this woman. "Yes, Talia. She is a corn snake. Tiny little thing but a menace nevertheless." Natalia held up her finger where the imprints of tiny fangs were evident. "And there's nothing much else to talk about me, so please, go ahead and introduce yourself." "I am Alessio Luca Gretto." Natalia's eyes widened when she heard his accent for the first time. And Andria was right! His accent melted onto her very skin like warm honey. "I am thirty. I am a geek, you could say. I just got my latest masters. I have four masters in different areas of automobile engineering."

he said at last. Alessandro's shoulders relaxed slightly. “But,” Lorenzo added, his tone turning cold again, “if this fails…” Alessandro nodded quickly. “It won’t.” “It better not.” A pause. Then Lorenzo waved his hand dismissively. “Go.” Alessandro didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and left the study, a small, satisfied smile creeping onto his face as soon as the door closed behind him. Everything was falling into place. ---- Isabella stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection.

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.