Arlecchino Novels & Stories

Even those further away, ignorant of the unfolding drama, felt the tension and unease, stood up and turned their attention to Archie. Evita, seemingly oblivious to the sudden change in atmosphere, appeared baffled. But amidst my lingering embarrassment, a spark of curiosity ignited within me. Slowly disentangling myself from Archie's embrace. What I found chilled me to the bone – Arche's eyes were ablaze with a chilling intensity. He was fixed on Evita, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, commanding growl, "Alisha is my wife, the sole Luna of Golden Crest. No one can replace her. If anyone harbors ill intentions towards her, I won't hesitate to extract payment in their blood."

Despite spending only a day with him and my children, I couldn't shake the desire to relieve the stress that had been building up inside me by being with Alucard. Sighing, I couldn't believe that he would offer something as using him to fulfill my carnal desire. I could do that, but there was no way that I would involve myself with him again. "Madam," Marchioness Carat announced as she entered the room, accompanied by a masked man whose eyes were the only visible feature. "I apologize for Chrisford's absence, but may I offer you the services of our newly arrived man, Alfredo." I scanned Alfredo from head to toe, taking in his muscular and well-defined physique. My heart raced as his intense

Mariah POV The sunlight streamed through the large windows of the packhouse, hitting the polished wood floors in golden stripes. Today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day Nick and I would stand before our pack and declare ourselves Alpha and Luna. The weight of the responsibility, the honor, and the love between us pressed against my chest, and for the first time in months, the nerves didn’t feel heavy—they felt alive.

She was eager to leave. Alaric placed a decanted bottle of Barolo on the table in her room. “I brought this to celebrate.” “There’s still six months before we know the outcome. Aren’t you worried I might double-cross you?” Lena set down her things and looked at him. Alaric smiled lightly. “Sometimes, I think you and I are a lot alike—no shortcuts when it comes to work.” “I’d just say you got lucky this time.”

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

“Looks like he remembers yours just fine.” Leo stood, holstering a gun. “Come.” The east wing reeked of audacity. Alaric Moretti lounged on Leo’s throne chair like he’d never been cast out. His hair was shorter now, dyed a burnt copper. But his smirk? Still the same snake’s grin. Jacob walked in beside Leo, jaw tight. “Well, well,” Alaric drawled, standing and brushing invisible lint from his silk shirt. “You really married the help. Bold.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I nod and sit back down. "It's late." He says and puts his hands in his pockets. "Shouldn't you be home by now? Won't Ric be waiting?" Ric? The alarm clock in my head ticks off and my muscles tighten. "Who are you?" He shrugs. "Let me introduce myself properly." He straightens himself and gives me a big smile. "I'm Chrollo Sylvester. Alaric's younger brother. " That was where I heard that name. So this was the famous Chrollo?

The sharp ring of Bruno’s phone split through the quiet office like a blade. He shifted his gaze from the glowing system monitor to the vibrating device. On the screen, a single name flashed. “The Balancer.” With a measured breath, he pressed the call. “Hello, boss of all bosses,” came Alarico’s voice, thick with forced cheer. “Hello, Alari.” Bruno’s tone was calm, smooth, but underlined with an authority that left no room for pretenses. “Is the money ready for shipment?”

Lorenzo started talking to the sommelier about which wines would be served with dinner, and Mom chatted with the Greco Matriarch. I grabbed the menu and forced myself to focus, but I could feel Stephanie staring from right beside me, and it was getting under my skin. Even if I was a Contracted Omega and not Lorenzo’s Luna, I was still at least a little higher on the ladder than her. “Can I suggest the Alaskan king crab and saffron risotto?” Her voice suddenly sounded way too close to my ear. She leaned in toward me, swirling her wine, and her hand almost brushed my thigh.