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I looked around and saw that we were already at Luca's house, but glancing over at Carlos, I saw him frowning his face. "The difference between Alpha and George is…Luca doesn't pretend to be a saint…he is a monster, and you either like him for who he is or not!" Carlos angrily spat. He was always in Luca's defense all the time. "I'm not a monster, Carlos. You're making this harder" I heard Luca say to Carlos. "She's disrespecting you, Alpha" "For the main time, let her." Luca gritted the words trying to sound silent, but I still heard them.

Not everyone knew Jackson was gay, but with the way he was gazing at the other guy with so much love in his eyes you could clearly see he was gay. Luca gripped my hands, as we neared the table. And I was surprised to say, since he attended this school before going to juvie, and I just moved here a few months ago, he's warming up to me really fast. But I guess he didn't know them. Since Tasha only just started dating Luke recently. But they knew him. "Hey guys, this is Luca" I gestured to him with my free hand. "I asked him to join us for lunch if you don't mind" I said to them while taking a seat and Luca sitting right next to me.

And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner Edorado the fixer political elite ***************************************************** “How dare you look down on my wife?” Luca snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the soft music of the luxury mall. His glare was venomous, his posture rigid with wounded pride. “You’d better watch your mouth.” Rosa didn’t flinch. She stepped forward instead, looping her arm possessively through his. Her lips curved into a slow, disdainful smile as she looked the women up and down,

Luca bawled, his voice cracking from raw emotion. "I remember! I remember everything!" I looked down at him without saying a word. Thinking his words had caught my attention, Luca shouted even more frantically. "Our past life... The second I almost died in that basement, I remembered it all! We were married in our past life! We were so in love! You helped me run my turf, you went through hell for me! We really loved each other!" The guards around us had no idea what he was blabbering about, assuming he was just a lunatic who'd completely lost his mind.

His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, his tailored suit hung loose on a frame that had wasted away, his face lined with a exhaustion no amount of power could erase. The scar on his throat stood out pale and stark against his skin. “Isa,” he said, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, broken. I set the glass down on the shelf, my movements calm. “You shouldn’t be here, Luca. You know the authorities are hunting you the second you step outside the EU.” He didn’t care. He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving mine, and spilled every word he’d carried for a year. He’d annulled his marriage to Sofia, exposed every lie and set-up she’d engineered, run the Lombardi family out

It didn’t look like anything I hadn’t seen before, but the last name caught my attention. Allen. He didn’t have any picture or information. His folder was just blank. “Mhmhm,” A voice came from behind me. I turned around fully confident that it was Ken. But as luck would have it, Dante was standing by the door looking furious. “D-Dante, I mean sir. Ugh, I was just- uhm.” I couldn’t even get my words out. “Who gave you permission to touch my stuff, young Luca?” “No one! No one permitted me, I was just cu-”

Back then, Luca, ignoring the gunshot wound in his own back, had pulled me into his arms, his breath warming me through my shivers as he whispered in my ear again and again: "We're a family with or without a child. No matter what, I'll protect you for the rest of my life." "You are my only wife. No one will ever threaten your position." But now, he stood on his moral high ground, coldly watching another woman trample my dignity in the street. He had forgotten every word of his vows. The Donna in the car lowered her window and rolled her eyes without bothering to hide it. "Stella, you're a woman who can't even continue the bloodline, and you spend all your time flying overseas for those medic

"You really did fall for her later, didn't you? So what? If the beginning was a joke, that doesn't make everything after fake." Luca said nothing. Suddenly, years of small humiliations lined up and clicked into place: why Luca refused to let me meet the real Moretti elders in our first year, why his friends always looked at me with that knowing contempt, why every time I couldn't take their jokes anymore, he only said, "That's just how they are. Don't take it to heart." In their eyes, I had never been a woman Luca chose seriously. I was a chip on a table, a dare he accepted after losing a hand, and I had mistaken the punchline for love.

… “Kaelen, tell me, what’s the difference between you and your father?” “You weren’t confused for a moment,” Lyra’s voice was merciless. “You were addicted. You enjoyed the thrill of betrayal, the vanity of having two women fighting over you. You've inherited your father’s selfish heart.” Kaelen stared at the photos, his stomach churning. In that moment, he no longer saw himself as a dashing Alpha. He saw himself for what he was: a complete piece of shit. Just then, a message from Seraphina came through.

It was in the knowledge that loving him would never be allowed to look like love to anyone else. “We’re going to figure this out,” Luca said quietly, like he could hear exactly where my thoughts had gone. “All of it. Richard. The letter. Whatever’s actually happening with Marcus Webb. I don’t have a clean plan yet, but I’m not going to keep any more of it from you while I figure it out.”