Luca Luhan 2024 Novels & Stories

Chapter 107: Elena’s Closure Luca sat inside the old 4x4, parked deep in the shadows of the São Tomé jungle. The thick air pressed around him, warm and heavy with the smell of wet soil and blooming flowers. A layer of humidity clung to his skin, yet he barely noticed it. His attention was locked on the satellite phone in his hands. It was small, silent and unremarkable, but it held the last living link to his sister. It was the final thread connecting him to a world he had burned to the ground.

Fiona couldn’t calm down. For some reason, she felt that seeing Luca again was not a coincidence and it was making her nervous. She opened her computer and started searching everything about Luca Han. The man actually went to London to study—which explained his accent. He also went to Harvard to finish his degree. He could speak and read five languages, including Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, French and English. And it was said that he was fluent in all of the languages. He got his doctorate in Materials Science & Mechanical Engineering at the age of twenty-four and even won international awards because of his thesis. It was noted that he was a genius.

"Is this about Athena?" Luca stood up abruptly. He set the delicate wine glass down on the white wooden nightstand with force. A few dark red drops spilled over the rim, staining the pristine surface, but he ignored the mess. "Don't start this again," Luca snapped, his voice tight with defensive anger. "It’s about Westmore’s upcoming season. I’m the team captain. It is literally my job to know exactly who is doing what on the ice. Period." He grabbed his grey athletic hoodie off the velvet vanity chair. Brushing roughly past her shoulder, he walked quickly out of the bedroom.

I'm fucking tired but I'd rather burry myself in work than have to deal with that look in her eyes. I always thought she was always reserved but I know better. I've seen how she's free around Noah. Fuck, she even laughs at his stupid jokes. Zayan’s face comes to mind and I decide to send Luca a text. Me: [Any information on Zayan?] Luca: [Hello to you too.] Me: [ I'll Cut off support to your stupid project.] Luca: [ You're one cold bastard. ] Luca: [He's influence comes from politics. I'm still working on finding out he's family line. I'll send the file soon. By the way, congratulations man. But I thought you wanted to marry Leah? Have you changed your mind?]

“I came to deliver important info to my brother, you see.” Luke stepped between us. "Just say your fucking piece and get out." Luca's smile turned cold. "We should've been Alphas, Luke. Not Jaxon. We are the rightful heirs." "That’s a lie," Luke snapped. "And you know it." "It’s not," Luca insisted. "My friend told me everything." "And who the hell is this friend that knows so much about our pack?" Luke demanded. Luca leaned in slightly, eyes glinting with triumph. "Elder Marcus."

Like a filter that stayed on your face, even off screen. I slipped into a sleek black top with a round neckline, paired with cream colored slacks made of a delightful, almost buttery fabric. Understated, approachable. After my crash course in royal etiquette, I was ready to present myself to the world. Luca set up the livestream. It went live in seconds. Thousands were already watching. “Hey, everyone,” he greeted, flashing his camera a dazzling smile. “Today I’m here with the one and only Tara, yes, that Tara. The mystery girl marked by the Lycan King. She’s here to talk truth.”

Luca says doing some dance. "Oh my God Babe my eyes please God please help my beautiful eyes babe please stop I think you should just leave the dancing to me," said laughing He rolls his eyes but stops with a smile on his face. "Oh, I say excited "I'm gonna invite my friends," I pull out my phone and text my friends in our group chat. Me: Club Taranto tonight 8 Nova: Yep going to be there Ace: I'll come Blake: Is Luca coming? Me: Well yeah he is my husband

Elder Stefan repeated, raising his brow. “She will not die.” I replied, my tone firm and leaving no room for argument. “She has to be punished.” Elder Ralph snapped. "Is there an alternative?” Another elder asked rhetorically. “If she must live, she must be stripped of her status as Luna.” Elder Stefan said with disgust, his brows scrunched. I know where all this was leading. Loretta will be relegated to the most humiliating position. A maid. Taking a deep breath, I released my fist.

He grumbled. “Oh, yes. Good day sir. Sorry for disrupting your day, I have just launched a new company, You Two,” He extended the flyer out to Luca. “My name is Luke and my number is on the flyer.” “Alright.” He nodded, shoving the flyer in his pocket. “Thank you. Will do.” He said, before slamming the door shut. “You can come back out. False alarm, babe.” He chuckled, crumbling the flyer up and tossing it into the trash bin by the door. “Are you serious?” She ran back out into his arms, “That was so scary, oh my God.” She giggled.

Twenty years after Vienna, Luca woke up to find Dante already awake, watching him. "Creepy," Luca said. "How long have you been staring at me?" "Long enough to count every gray hair." "I don't have gray hairs." "You have three. Right here." Dante touched Luca's temple. "They're distinguished." "I'm thirty-nine. I'm not supposed to have gray hair yet." "I'm fifty-seven and completely gray. You're doing fine." Luca rolled over to check his phone. An email from the foundation—they wanted him to keynote a conference in New York next month. Another from Sofia, now running the Athens house with Anya. A text from Elena about quarterly financials.