Luca X Alberto Novels & Stories

I asked, His eyes snapped to mine, his hand got tighter around my neck and I felt my breath getting heavy, tears spilling out of my eyes when his hand loosened a little bit. His eyes softly met mine and he pulled his hand away. “Yes.” Luca said. “Is that what you would like to hear, Alpha Luca made a mistake, I killed people from the wrong family and now they are after me, and tonight I just found out, they are not only after me, they are working closely with the real family that killed my parents, guess what Olivia? I have no fucking idea who that family is?” He yelled.

Luca said, his tone impatient. “Ah, no boss,” Xavier replied, still shaken. Luca hissed in annoyance. “You can leave,” he said, waving a hand in dismissal once again. As Xavier walked out of the room, Luca rested back on his chair, his thoughts turning to Elena. He wondered how she was faring. If he had his way. He would stay with her for the whole day. He sighed as he turned his attention to the day’s job. * *

I questioned. Luca head Swifty moved back and forth; " yes, who doesn't know the daughter of alpha William, " he stops his head from shaking, " you're Elisabeth William right,?". His eyes went back to Elijah, Elijah nods, " yes," he admitted as he walks my way and reaching Close,he grubbled my hand, Luca couldn't stop looking, his face was showing how much disapproval he was to see me, Luca however grabbed his glasses and left Elijah and I in the room, when we were almost getting close to him. I turned and he left without taking a look back at us..

I asked, noticing that smirk on his face. Matteo looked up at me, lifting his brow. “Not a she, sis. An enemy.” “An enemy?” “Yes. Guess who Damon’s new favourite bean pissed off on her first night at Arthdal Strike?” My patience ran out the window at his delay and Mateo must have sensed it as the next second he cleared his throat. “Luca Tadeo.” “Luca? Luca as in… the Luca?” “Yup. Word just got in concerning it. Apparently, they tried covering it up.”

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted her? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Elliott. Sometimes things happen whether we want them to or not.” I shoved him back, chest heaving. “Stop pretending like you didn’t plan this. You’ve been waiting for your chance to take her from me. And now you got what you wanted. A child. A family.” For a moment, Luca’s expression cracked. I saw something—regret, maybe—but he quickly masked it again. “You’re blind,” he said coldly. “Too blind to see the truth.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with my rage.

He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing. “Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.” My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it? I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him. “Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth

Luca stood at the entrance of the room. His broad frame filled the doorway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression unreadable. But his eyes… oh god, his eyes were burning. I swallowed hard. Lorenzo, who had been mid-laugh, slowly turned and followed my gaze. When he saw Luca, his expression shifted from amusement to pure oh-shit territory. “Alpha,” he said, straightening like a kid caught stealing cookies from the jar. Luca didn’t say a word. He just stared.

** Luca chuckled softly, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, savoring the unfolding tragedy like a fine vintage. **“You have no idea, Alexander.”** His voice was laced with venom. **“You chose to save your ex… over your wife.”** **“What a wonderful scene.”** Luca’s smirk deepened as he walked over to Klarisse, looking down at her. **“She’ll break soon.”** **“And when she does…”** **“You’ll come crawling.”** Meanwhile, miles away… **Alex Robinson stood in the cold silence of an empty room.**

And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner Edorado the fixer political elite ***************************************************** “How dare you look down on my wife?” Luca snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the soft music of the luxury mall. His glare was venomous, his posture rigid with wounded pride. “You’d better watch your mouth.” Rosa didn’t flinch. She stepped forward instead, looping her arm possessively through his. Her lips curved into a slow, disdainful smile as she looked the women up and down,