Luca From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Several elders flinched. Luca squeezed his mate’s hand, leaning down to murmur something that made her smile—bright, unafraid, wholly trusting. He looked relaxed. Grounded. As if the decision had settled him rather than shaken him. Reign noticed that, too. Luca had always thrived when given structure—hazardous structure. A place to pour the fire Mira had left behind in him. A role that demanded obedience and violence in equal measure. Across the chamber, Sera caught Reign’s gaze.

Yet I pressed on, because for me, there was no turning back. As I moved down the hall, the echoes of our conversation reverberated in my mind. Rico’s words lingered, a reminder of the fragile line between power and ruin. But I pushed them aside. I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even those who once cared, slow me down. In that moment, I reaffirmed my vow. I am Luca Romano. I am the master of my destiny. And if the feds, or anyone else, dare cross me, they will find only the cold, unyielding force of a man who has nothing left to lose.

Lyra's POV The next day started in the most awkward way possible. Luca moved around slowly,bHe had barely spoken since morning. His laptop was open in front of him, but he wasn't looking at it. “You're thinking about something.” i blurted as I approached his table. He looked up with a smirk, “So are you.” I smiled faintly.“We're both terrible at pretending.” He closed the laptop.“I've been looking into Victor.” “What did you find?”

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?

WHO’S SERAPHINA? “ Are you sure it’s really her? The witch?” Raphael asked after a while and Lucious nodded his head. “ Erhmm…” Raphael seemed to have his doubts. “ Are you really sure Lucious? I don’t—” “ I told you it’s her Raph!” Lucious cut him off. “ She’s definitely the one. I saw her standing before my mate through the mind link before I rushed out, and guess what? I found the warrior I sent to watch after Haven, out cold on the ground when I got there, and the fool couldn’t even remember anything. Who’s doing will that be if not Seraphina's? That disgusting woman!" He said through gritted teeth.

Not a hint of hesitation. Like he’s enjoying it. A cold shiver races down my spine. This can’t be him. But every movement—the way his hand flexes, the way his jaw tenses—it is him. Lucien. The man who tutors me. Who calls me “good girl.” Who moaned my name. I clamp my eyes shut, but the image is already burning behind my lids. I need to get out of here. “Shit—” I gasp, eyes snapping back to the screen.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

We intruded on Luca's dream. Luca stands in the center of the room, his shoulders rigid, his eyes burning with fury. He’s trying to hold it together, but I can see the cracks forming. His empire is crumbling, and he knows it. I step forward, my voice calm, almost too calm. “I hear you’ve been having trouble with your little kingdom, Luca.” His eyes snap to me, fury flashing in them. “You’re the one behind this, aren’t you?” he snarls. “This is your doing!”

I wasn't going to let them do as they please anymore without a fight. Later that morning, Luca summoned me. His eyes were cold as he delivered his task. “There’s a spy we caught. I want you to interrogate him. No physical violence.” His lip curled into a sneer. “Let’s see if your mouth is good for something other than begging.” He had multiple ways of getting on my nerves. That aside, it was obvious that he was testing me. “ Alright,” I nodded my head. Nico, whose presence I had noticed a while back leaned against the doorframe.