Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

“So, where’s Nicol?” He pointed in Caleb's direction. “The curly redhead who's nursing a drink at the table over there, fuming and watching every move we make.” “Ah.” She caught Caleb's eye and then motioned to the red-haired man with her head. Caleb nodded and moved in to sit beside Nicol at the table. She searched for Argos but, regretfully, saw no sign of him. “Looking for someone?” Alfred asked, touching her hand as she held onto her glass.

****** Few days later, wearing a flowing, slit at the thighs white gown that was so bold in statement, Lucianda entered the big mall knowing full well she was attracting attention. That was her aim. Despite the fact that she was naturally not a public person, today was different. She was in town for one purpose and one purpose only. And that’s to let the world know that she, Lucianda Castos, would not mourn Alex Castos as it was expected of her. She would not be a pretender and the last thing she wished to do was to pretend to mourn a husband she regretted marrying. Raising her chin in the air, she kept her head high while walking through the mall despite the whisperings and murmurs filterin

Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearable as she thought about her poor background, the struggles she had faced, and how little had changed despite her efforts.

He took a slow sip. “Lucia Rossi, the fifth son, had a wife named Elora. She was barren, unable to give him an heir. Lucia sought comfort with a maid named Hannah. She gave him a son, Maxillo, and later, a daughter, Alessia. Lucia cherished those children, but Elora... Elora fed on envy.” I felt my jaw tighten. “I first met Alessia when she was five,” Noah continued, his voice dropping an octave.

And now… He turned to Zayn slowly, realization dawning. “You mean…” Lucien’s voice cracked. “You weren’t… with her?” Zayn looked at him with disbelief, then laughed softly. “ She’s a decorator.” Lucia smiled politely. “Only business, Mr. Lucien. Your husband wanted everything perfect.” Lucien’s throat tightened. Relief washed over him, mixed with shame at his doubt. He reached for Zayn’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you,” he whispered.

She drew one elegant line. Then another. But the image refused to become a dress. Instead... It became a memory. Alessio smiling at her across the studio. His hand wrapped around hers. His quiet voice telling her she was stronger than she believed. The pencil slipped from her fingers. A tear landed on the page. Then another. Dark circles spread across the unfinished sketch. For the first time since leaving... Lucia cried. Several kilometers away, two Romano search operatives slowed their vehicle near a small apartment building.

My rage goes up another notch when Matteo puts an arm on Lucia's shoulder. "Don Elio, it is my fault. I rushed out of the kitchen without calling the servants to carry the tray." The servants finally seem to understand and speak their apologies. I turn my head towards them again, and the look I give them is so murderous that I immediately get silence from them. "Lucia is a guest in this house. She is considered a princess of the Cosa Nostra. Can someone tell me why my princess is carrying a tray when you are getting a fucking salary for doing that?"

Owned by one of our Alpha friends from a neighbouring pack we find Louis and company sitting in the VIP section with a dozen bottles of Prosecco. “Blimey, I hope you witches can hold your drink?” Jeremy teases Orla and Cara. We all get chatting, sharing childhood memories, teasing Lugh about his childhood crush on Cara and how Orla isn’t sure which side she bats for. She’s a free spirit apparently. After a couple of hours I check my watch to see it is 1.45am. The girls have just lost a drinking competition again to Samantha and both Orla and Cara can barely stay awake.

Her eyes moved from me to Luciana, her voice soft but careful. "What do you think, Luci? Am I right? This is not just about Lorenzo learning to be a father. You, too—you're going to be a mother. I want you to take care of yourself properly. Lorenzo can't always be by your side because of work, but these classes will help you prepare, body and mind." Luciana's fingers trembled slightly as she lifted her glass. She drank—maybe to stall, maybe to hide how nervous she was. When she set it down, her eyes flicked to me, silently pleading for guidance, as if asking what the right answer was.