The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

Emiliano laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll behave.” We took our seats at the long table. I found myself between Luca and Emiliano’s wife, a kind-eyed woman named Elisa who immediately began asking me gentle questions about how Luca and I met. I did my best to answer without sounding like a complete impostor. Across the table, Luca watched me with a lazy sort of amusement. He knew how out of place I felt here and he was clearly enjoying every second. When the first course arrived, he leaned closer, brushing his mouth against my ear.

she said. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied softly, smiling at her affectionately. Then his gaze shifted to me, and he cleared his throat and adjusted himself. “Miss Lunardez,” he addressed me formally, “how are you settling in?” Before I could respond, Mama Rosa interjected. “Oh, my pumpkin, you’ve chosen a worthy replacement. Lily is a talented cook.” “Come,” she said, holding on to his arm and leading him to the dining area. She signal to me and I immediately understood, I dished a traditional Italian food, Osso buco with saffron risotto, and set it on the table before him.

At the rate with which she was cutting away, my hand would have become numb, by the time I'd be done. She looked up at me once she was halfway, and pointed at the vegetables. “See? Not hard.” I wish. I was already pulling the tray, and praying to God not to do something stupid, when Luca walked in. “Signora West, I thought you were in your room?” He asked, and I shook my head. Guilia had told me that he was brothers with Dante. And from all the time I'd been observing him, they were nothing alike. Luca like I'd noticed, was a ladies man. He always had a woman with whom he spent the night. And Guilia always fired rapid Italian, whenever any of them tried sneaking out the next morning. I presu

Dinner had barely settled into rhythm when the doors opened again. Alfonso De Luca. Lorenzo’s father. Former boss of New York. The man who had once assessed me like a livestock His eyes passed over everyone. Then landed on me, his expression was unreadable. He took his seat opposite me For a long time, he said nothing, didn't acknowledge my existence. “You’re no longer underweight.” A few heads shifted to his direction that was when I realized he was talking to me. I didn’t respond. Didn't even know what to say.

Luca crashed down again, roaring at Stephanie’s she-wolf, his canines fully bared, his wolf trying to dominate, but Lorenzo stepped in front of them again to protect them. His aura was crushing, dangerous, and he had not even shifted into his animal form. “Face the males, you damned coward! Come at me like a man!” How many damn bodyguards did that bitch have?! How many of them had she seduced to make them protect her with teeth and claws? Luca hated her so much, but he realized he was making the wrong choice. Right where he had fallen, he tried to turn around and escape, only to freeze completely. Standing in front of him was the Alpha King, and people did not call him King for nothing.

The pot he used was the same pot Sofia had used, cast iron, black, heavy enough that he'd had to wrap it in a towel and carry it in his lap on the flight from Ashford to the brownstone the week she'd passed, and he'd brought it back to the penthouse and set it on the stove and he'd never used another pot for the sauce, because the pot held the patina of fifty years of onions and garlic and tomato, and a new pot would have been a stranger, and he didn't want a stranger in his kitchen. Luca let himself in with his own key at six-fifteen, because Luca had a key to every door in the family's buildings and had never once knocked in his life. He was twenty-three, a year older than Roman, lean and

There was no way a poor chief would put on such an expensive suit, as he would definitely be scorned by everyone present at the meeting! Then, the peacemaker went on to say, “Alright, I’m going to tell my chef to slaughter the pig and prepare some pork for you guys tonight.” “F*cking pork? Come on…” Luca was about to mumble something when Javier suddenly grabbed his head and slammed it on the table, almost shattering the firm wood. After stopping Thomas from advancing, Javier looked at Luca and said, “Say another word and I’ll rip your head off!” Luca, who was furious, was about to say something but turned into a coward when he saw the fury in Javier’s eyes.

but even as I complain, I’m grinning, hiding half my face behind the blanket. Luca doesn’t miss a beat. He orders a meal careful, healthy, high-protein, all-organic and serves it to me with a precision that borders on obsession. Every bite, every sip, he monitors, his dark eyes assessing me like he’s measuring my very worth. He makes me text the team, canceling tomorrow’s dinner. I know better than to argue if I don’t, he’ll confiscate my phone and do it himself. The game plays across the TV, but the moment I take that last hit, he kills the screen.

I put a plate in front of Lumi and sits down with my own. "It's not your fault Meri". He lifts his coffee cup but seems to realise that it is empty. "Do you have any more coffee ?" I shake my head. "No, Sorry ... let me make another pot". Luca waves me off. "Eat you food sweetie ... I might be helpless in a kitchen ... but I can make my own coffee". He gets up and goes to the coffee maker, starting to measure up coffee beans and water. "So did you and Tom have a good night ?" Lumi asks me with a teasing wink.

in this tiny, cramped kitchen. "And yours," Brandon said, sliding the spiciest, deadliest-looking bowl toward Luca with a smirk that was pure provocation. "Since you’re such a big, tough Alpha, I figured you’d want the Oakhaven Special. It’s got a bit of a kick." Luca looked at the red oil shimmering on the surface. For years—ever since his stomach issues started—Luca had lived on a diet of steamed fish, bland grains, and expensive water. He hadn't touched a chili flake in a decade.