The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

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

But I press on, "She's alive, for now, but if you want to see her again, you will do exactly as I say" He laughs, slow and unamused "Is that so?" I quickly hang up before he could say anything. Else, my heart would explode. Did I sound convincing? He must be panicking or maybe gone mad with rage, tearing the city apart to get his hands on me. He is Lorenzo De Luca, the king of the underworld, no one dared flex a muscle in New York without his knowledge. Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him,

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.

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.

Luca explained to a man who just wanted to sleep some more. And so he left for roughly fifteen minutes, waiting for the food to be ready. Luca made a few extra orders to make this meal special and insisted on carrying it up himself. He walks up the stairs carefully and makes it to the room. Luca then placed the food on the small center table and went inside to get his mate. Beaumont sensed distress the second he walked into the bedroom. At once, he grabbed the hilt of his sword, but the intruder was fast enough to hold his omega hostage, pointing a dagger to his neck.

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.

Well, I was hungry… I grabbed the packet and opened it, then took four bears, and kept the rest back, then proceeded to stuff my face with all of them at once. Luca stared at me, starting the car. "You're Don's nicest conquest ever." "I'm not his conquest." If anything, I was going to be his next murder victim. He shrugged, an amused smile playing on his lips. Weird cult. "So, are you guys a cult or something?" I asked as he began driving and got out into the city. He had brought me to a deserted area, some large building that looked non-functioning, but had people inside nonetheless.

“Be a good girl, Bianca.” Luca’s hand slid through my hair, his voice impossibly gentle. “You haven’t eaten all day, have you? I’ll ask the chef to make your favourite creamy seafood pasta.” “Get some rest. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Then he left as though nothing had happened. His footsteps echoed in the silence. I had nothing to do but return to packing my suitcase. Just as I reached the doorway, an angry voice drifted from the study—sharp, furious.