Novel Luca Novels & Stories

Chapter 5: Emma’s POV I lay on the bed, feeling the impact of Luca's powerful actions lingering in my body. The room was poorly illuminated, with shadows from the flickering hallway light creating a more dismal atmosphere. His rough touch left my skin tingling, and his lingering scent served as a constant reminder of our recent meeting. The shame and disorientation swirled inside me, an emotional tempest that wouldn't calm down. Luca’s unexpected arrival, his forceful kiss, and the following intense interaction left me feeling violated yet strangely invigorated. I was perplexed by the mix of fury and excitement.

What the hell did she get herself into? Luka was the Luna Queen’s personal tracker. She didn’t employ him often, but when she did Luka could find damn near anyone regardless of where they were. Rumor has it he could even find a corpse so long as he had their scent. “What did you promise her?” “I told her I’d marry whatever cigar-smoking piece of shit she chose for me.” “Evangeline, you didn’t.” She threw her hands up. “Like I was going to let that monster get his grubby claws on you after what he did to you as a kid. No way in hell would I let that happen, Ana. You deserved to be free, and now you are.”

I should leave the house today, keep it pretty, and have fun. Standing this close to Luca, I can feel the burning rage within him; they have a serious fight. I feel special knowing it is about me. Luca moves to the door that is the only entrance that is constantly open; he locks the door shut, stuffing the key into his pants. "I would love to see you look pretty and walk out of that door to go have fun." Luca blows a kiss to his wife before turning about and leading me to the study. "Now that we are here, what next?" Luca asks why resting casually on the couch that is positioned by the wall beside him is a shelf of fiction books. His library is rich in books, shelves, and genres.

He snapped and then sat up, 'Luca' What the fuck?’ He snarled as Anton informed him of their presence, ‘Sorry Pakhan, the fucking Feds are back’ Luca jumped out of bed and dragged on his clothes moving toward the bedroom door, ‘What is it?’ Lissa asked sleepily watching him dress, ‘Go back to sleep little Zaya, I will deal with this. It is the Feds returning and I will not be bullied in my own home.’

Every angle of Luca’s life mapped, measured, dissected. Dante stood barefoot on the concrete floor, sipping bitter black coffee as Luca’s pixelated figure moved through the screen. He had no audio anymore—Luca had found the microphone bug. Clever boy. But video? Still running. Even Luca’s new paranoia hadn’t saved him from that. That morning, Luca broke pattern. Instead of his usual jog or meeting Mira for brunch, he drove north—out of town. No GPS. Phone left behind. A decoy.

Luca did not appreciate that question. “I graduated highschool at 14 and went to college. I have a degree in accounting and business. Like Heather, I kept a low profile and didn’t do much outside the pack.” Alpha Winston smiled. “I knew you were smart. Your father would have been proud. “Where did you land?” “She was in my mother’s pack.” Luca spoke up. “That’s how we met.” Our drinks came out. Quietly, she placed each glass on the table before leaving the entire bottle in the middle of it.

“There are stories… ancient ones. Stories about omegas who weren’t really omegas. About wolves who carried power in their blood but never knew it—until something forced them to awaken.” I clenched my fists. “And you think that’s what happened to me?” “I don’t think, Angelina. I know.” The certainty in his voice sent my heart racing. I took a deep breath. “Then tell me everything.” Luca hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a book from the bottom shelf of his desk. The leather cover was cracked with age, the pages yellowed. He placed it in front of me and flipped it open to a faded illustration.

Chapter 17 – The Sealed Action Night The door opened just enough to let the cold night air slip inside And with it Him Luca Leaning casually against the frame like he belonged there, like this wasn’t the first boundary he had crossed tonight His eyes moved slowly from Noah To Elliott Then back again And the faint smile on his lips said everything words didn’t “Well,” Luca said softly, stepping inside without waiting to be invited “This is… interesting” Noah’s chest tightened “What are you doing here”

Nobody looking at him would have guessed that another future was being planned quietly in a battered black notebook. Luca returned carrying two packets of crisps and a bottle of water, then stopped when he noticed where my eyes were. He looked at the notebook, looked at me, and seemed to understand immediately. I expected him to snatch it away like he'd done the first time. Instead, he sat down and pushed one packet toward me. I told him I hadn't meant to read much, which was technically true depending on how generously someone defined much. Luca gave me a look that suggested he knew better, but he didn't seem angry. He only pulled the notebook closer and flipped through several pages as if

My hands began shaking. “No…” The whisper escaped before I could stop it. This couldn’t be real. Could it? The Luca I knew brought Noah ice cream. The Luca I knew comforted me when I cried. The Luca I knew showed up every day when nobody else did. But the Luca described in these pages… Was a monster. A dangerous man capable of destroying lives. I kept reading. Then one sentence made my heart stop. If anything happens to me, it was Luca. The room spun. I sat down heavily.