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"This business isn't safe. Especially for a woman. These aren't good men-" "I can protect myself, Luca," I said. "Guillermo was shaking." "Guillermo is an angel compared to the boss," Luca replied. "I'm not taking you and that is final. I don't want a dead or harmed Luna to present to my Alpha who just so happens to be Leonardo fucking Loren. We'll both end up dead. Oh yeh and you're also my best friend and I love you more than I love cheese on toast and can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

Loki shoots back and Czar sighs heavily, his fellow Beta was a goof, the only thing he knew how to do was to chase after Sheila, "Master is still in love with Arcadia."

"That is so sweet! Turn around, Luca, let her sign it!" Luca turned his back to me. I stepped close, smelling his expensive cologne. I popped the cap off the red marker. In big, clear letters right across the middle of his broad back, I wrote: EMMA’S MAN. The students around us saw what I wrote and started cheering and laughing loudly. "Yeah, Luca! You belong to her now!" his friend yelled, clapping him on the shoulder. Luca turned back around, a wicked, proud smirk on his handsome face. He looked at the flashing phone cameras. Flash! Flash! Everyone was recording us.

Luca unfolded the delicate page slowly, the paper crackling beneath his fingers. A map hand-drawn, inked with strange glyphs and markings that shimmered faintly in the light. He'd seen it before. Not in a dream. Not in a nightmare. In his father's hands, days before his death. His gaze snapped to Alessia, and something sharp flickered in his eyes part betrayal, part alarm, part hunger. She shifted, clutching the blanket tighter. He stepped closer.

She was just caught in the middle. “Last I checked, the Luna is the wife of the Alpha, and a beta is someone that serves the Alpha. So if I am the Alpha, then that should mean that she is my wife and you serve me.” His eyes held mine, and his smirk grew wider. The urge to smack it off his face overwhelmed me, but I knew it would only upset Selena, so I held myself back. “That’s enough, Lucian. I was on my way there, and I would have joined you even if you didn’t come up here.” Selena chipped in and tried to get Lucian to turn around and walk away, but he just wouldn’t.

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I understood that he was in pain, I get it if he decides to denounce Anastasia and Luca as family, but he shouldn't be neglecting everyone as well. "She's right, we've been waiting." Frederic said, standing beside Federico and Luca. "No." Adriano grunted. "You guys never left." "You could fake being happy about us being here you know." "I could, but I'm not one to fake." He rudely replied. Luca was holding a very large frame in his hands, in one swift motion he turned it for us to see. It was my painting, it came out beautifully. "Oh my word." I ran to feel myself in painting like I imagined I would.

Luca’s eyes were red now, his body coiled tight like a spring, trembling with rage. “Tell her no,” Fabiano snarled. “You fat, ugly pig!” Luca exploded, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell her no!” Fabiano snapped again, tightening his grip on me. Luca looked at me. His eyes were all glassy with pain. “No,” he muttered, shutting them tight. Fabiano let out another laugh. Twisted bastard. “What an interesting little get-together this is,” he sneered. “You two make great company. In fact…”

And now he dared to question me. “This is wrong,” he continued carefully. “If the Alpha discovers that it is from you… he is not going to hesitate, Luna Elara. He is going to turn against you, and he will not hesitate or think twice. He is already devoted to her, you cannot risk your life doing this.”

I eyed the men behind him, ready for war. They had little clothes on too. I didn't like that very much. But at least the woman was properly clothed, with… what was that on her body? Ugh! I could see through that! These people didn't seem to care about nudity very much. I planted my face on Lucian's chest again. Yes, they may be fascinating, but they were not worth my view a second time. “You don’t recognize him?” Lucian asked, amused. “That’s cruel, Albena.”