Lucoa X Novels & Stories

Leo growled, grabbing my arm. Luca looked down at Leo’s grip and swallowed. "I think you two need a drink," he said, ushering us through. "Come on." "I'm sure the future Alpha likes fruit punch," he said after pouring a cup of the red liquid for me. "And I'm sure the current Alpha likes beer," he added, handing Leo a can. Leo immediately took my cup out of my hand and smelt it his face on full alert. "Luca this is red wine, you moron. Are you trying to poison my heir?!"

“Lonely? With that pretty pink pussy dripping all over Liam’s bed? Come on, sweetheart. Be honest.” Luca reached down and picked up the still-wet dildo I’d tried to hide under the pillow. He held it up, examining the thick veins and the creamy residue coating it. “This thing is nowhere near big enough for a girl who moans like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You need real cock, don’t you? The kind that stretches you open and makes you scream.”

Luca says as he hands me a glass half filled with a golden coloured liquor. I bring it up to my nose and take a sniff. “Whiskey?” I ask, before setting the glass down on the coffee table. “Si, Scotch whiskey.” He pulls up a chair in front of me, sits down, and crosses one leg over the other while cradling his glass. “What is this all about, Luca?” I ground out impatiently. “I'm missing a free cervical smear test and breast examination. Not to mention that I have to return to the Academy shortly.”

"Whatever, set it down. Let's eat." "Wait, you're not impressed," he frowned, taking in my bored expression. "Do you know what kind of wine this is?" I gave him a blank look. "Tell me what kind." "This is Cruz wine Scarlett. Vintage classic red wine," he held the bottle out in front of him, dangling it as if that was going to make me know the value. "Okay, it's vintage wine great," I shrugged. "Let's have our food now." Luca gave up and then came to take his seat, but then the moment he took his fork, he said, "do you realize that I'm opening up my most special and treasured wine because of you and you're so nonchalant?"

The pack remains quiet, looking up at Zac with a mixture of curious and nervous glances. “As you know Luna Isla came to Clear Creek from TRTC. Living there when she was 14 after the untimely passing of her Grandmother who belonged to the Cedar Fall's pack, and before that, she lived in Blood Oak. Isla is the daughter of disgraced former Beta Alec Miller and deceased heroic warrior Lyla Miller.” Small gasps and whispers start to dance around the room.

If Luca used to spend all of his time at work and at home, his daily activities now include dating his sweetheart Tilaine Doukas. The woman is the daughter of a well-known composer and music producer Xander Clay Doukas, and one of the seven grandchildren of the Underground Society's founder, Senior Klimt True Knight dela Vega. Of course, Tilainel was unaware of her late grandfather's previous life, and Luca had no intention of informing her. Even his membership in the organization is something he intends to keep hidden from her.

He continued. I sighed and continued walking casually and went to the bar for some drinks. The auction doesn't start for 30 more minutes. So I have some time to enjoy some free wine. As I drank my wine, a very familiar scent suddenly entered my nose. I nearly dropped my glass in shock. I slammed the glass on the table and spun my head around. And how I wish I didn't. M-mate. Kyra said. It can't be. It just can't Kyra.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

"Now, stop being a dork. You said you had something to show me. What is it?" Luca reached into the pocket of his linen pants—which were surprisingly dry, as he hadn't fully submerged during the rescue—and pulled out a small, amber glass bottle. "The 'thing' I wanted to show you," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that made my knees weak. He unscrewed the cap, and the scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus filled the small clearing. "Is that you’ve been carrying the weight of this entire neighborhood on your shoulders for forty-eight hours."

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.