Novel & Cerita Luca And Alberto Fanart

Alpha William said, throwing the woman on the ground. “You are unfair, and we now have to go to the pack while I smell ready for you to take me.” I said, and Arturo let out a playful growl. “Well, neonata, you may smell like an arousal, but at least you don’t have a boner sticking for everyone’s eyes to see. Consider yourself lucky.” He said, and I laughed, shaking my head at him. The rest of the pack members were also shifting to humans, and seeing us in a distance, Alpha Liam nodded at one of the girls to get him something to wear just like everyone else was. Eli’s heart raced despite her calm demeanor, and I didn’t know whether she knew that Marcus was her son or not to begin with.

Luca and I need this. To be continued

He turned back toward the desk, "You allow a concubine to trample over your own Luna? ​"If the Luna is treated this badly, imagine how you treat the common people, It is like you do not want this cooperation anymore. I am leaving." Alaric turned to walk away, Daven panicked, as he lunged to grab Alaric’s sleeve. "Alpha, it is not so." In that moment of distraction, Daven’s hand dropped to my arm, his nails digging into my skin. He hissed, "Apologize. Now. Tell him it is just a misunderstanding." He mumbled, blinking rapidly, his eyes twitching.

💦Painted Desires💦 The afternoon light poured through the tall windows of Luca’s cliffside studio, casting golden hues across the white drop cloths spread on the floor. I stood completely naked in the center, heart hammering as his intense gaze moved over every inch of my body. “Turn slightly to the left,” Luca said, voice low and rough. “Chin up. Perfect.” At 34, Luca Moretti was one of Sicily’s most celebrated artists, dark hair, sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through me. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms stained with paint.

All three with the same gray eyes. The three Morettis. But Dante had only mentioned two brothers. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Elena turned around, her heart in her throat. Luca was in the doorway, leaning against the frame, with that serene, psychopathic smile of his. In his hand, a fresh black rose. "The family's story," he continued, stepping inside slowly. "Told in pictures. From beginning to end." "Who's the third one?" Elena asked, pointing to the photograph.

Luca steps back, clearing a path near the heavy wooden display frame, and points a long finger directly at my art piece. "Didn't your big mouth tell the whole council that the legendary Alpha Rosa was your absolute muse?" Luca smiles coldly. "Go on then. Look at it." The name of the vanished supreme leader hits Luciano's ears like a freezing winter blast. He doesn't know what trap the old elder is setting, but his beast lets out a small whimper of dread. Still, with hundreds of eyes from the alpha lines watching his every move, he cannot run away like a coward. He walks forward, forcing his shoulders to stay straight, and stares directly at my Lonely Sunset.

" The door clicked shut behind him. **** The desert rolled by in a blur of dust and dead grass, The sun was setting casting a soft golden glow over the quiet road and for a moment Luca slouched in the backseat, sunglasses hiding his bloodshot eyes taking in the peaceful stillness and the gentle breeze sending some signals of relaxation and relief down his spine. Daniel scrolled through the latest headlines: LUCA MORETTI: STALKER OR SCORNED LOVER? INSIDERS POINT TO MORETTI’S ‘GOOD BOY’ IMAGE AS A LIE.

“Please, pardon me, Luna. I mean to say, ever since you left the pack, miss Julia has been a regular visitor. Though, we have no idea what she discusses with the Alpha behind closed doors. There was once, Alpha Theo and beta Adam had a huge fight. This happened more than once, though.” “What? What was this fight all about?” I asked curiously. “We only know that Beta Adam was accusing the Alpha of having a relationship with Miss Julia.” “What? Such a thing happened?” “Yes Luna. The thing is, everyone knows the Alpha does not take a fancy to Miss Julia; however, we couldn't say the same for Miss Julia. She always comes to the pack and constantly tries to please the Alpha by buying him gifts.”

"Now show me your sad face." "*Blank*" "How about your 'I'm the alpha who has no idea what facial expressions are'?" "*Blank*" "Hahaha! I bet you regret liking me now, don't you?... Hey!" Arlen frowned when Luca tossed the painting he spent hours working on. Before he could complain, the alpha closed the gap between them, staring at him with parted lips. Luca snatched his soul with a kiss, licking at the roof of his mouth. "Julius." "Yes, your Highness." Arlen was smitten by that steady look in his eyes.

“Luca, you better tell me everything right now, or I swear to God I will end you right here.” “He had a history of... of forced encounters,” Luca whispered, his voice shaking. “Raping girls, Boss. Everything in the room froze. “What?” The word tore from me as Elario let out a strangled cry. The air went still in the room, heavy with horror. Luca didn’t let us recover. “That’s not all. We had men break into his house last night. They found a hidden room, Boss. It was filled... covered in pictures of Mrs. Bernardo. Hundreds of them. It looked like he had been following her for a long time. Even before you married her.”