The rejected life of mala luca Novels & Stories

He was trembling with rage, and yet I knew that deep down, my distress was holding him back. He slammed his fist on the table, swearing under his breath: —Luca is a dog...a fucking coward who attacks women. A man like that doesn't deserve to live. I placed my hand against his cheek, soft, pleading. — Malick, look at me. Don't become like him. I don't want your life to be destroyed because of him. Please… stay with me.

I turned to look at his scarred face, then raised my hand and slapped him. The crack of the slap exploded inside the sealed car. Dante glanced at us in the rearview mirror but said nothing. "Two lifetimes," I said, my voice cold. "And you're still this cruel to me." Luca didn't dodge the slap, and the red mark layered over his old scar. He was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke, his voice was very soft. "We're just putting on a show for the Colombo family. Once we get there, I'll find a way to get you out."

Luca Avancii, the boy who once taught her how to dream — now stood there, unrecognizable and yet impossibly familiar. Fifteen years. Gone in a breath. But Luca looked exactly the same. Except his eyes. Those weren’t the eyes of the boy she once knew. They were colder. Darker. And when they landed on Maria—kneeling at Edwards’ feet—something in them flickered. Luca murmured, voice dripping with venom. "...What the hell is this?" Edwards had tried to explain. Luca ignored him. His gaze never left Maria. "Get up."

I can let him have his way, but I won’t perjure myself. Victor turns his harsh gaze on me. I suck in a sharp breath and prepare myself for the pain that will accompany his rejection. “I, Alpha Victor, of the Midsummer Pack, reject you as my mate and my Luna. You are hereby stripped of your title as Luna." Pain shoots through my chest, and the mark on my neck feels like it is on fire. I do my best to stay on my feet. Elder Watkins can see I am suffering and offers me his hand.

He sang We just kept laughing at them as Malik took more pictures and videos of them. Cole was as dirty as Luca now haha " Serves him right! Good Lucas." Malik said, " He was about to kill your nephews." " I'm sorry! Malik... Please, forgive me." Cole said as he managed to push Luke and hugged Malik " Ohh okay! Fine... Apology accepted! Man... Go." Malik was trying to get out of his grip You can't Nico!! He is an octopus just like me and Luca

she said coldly. “You may,” I replied calmly. She turned and walked out of the prison without another word. Paula exhaled loudly once she disappeared. Christine let out a laugh from inside the cell. “You think this changes anything?” she said. I turned back to her. “You cannot be a true Luna,” she continued. “No matter how hard you try. They will never fully accept you.” Rafaello moved forward instantly. “You insolent…” He grabbed the bars, but I reached out quickly and caught his arm.

“You were his mate, Evelyn. That bond doesn’t just disappear because you decided to run.” Her nails dug into her palms. “He made it disappear when he rejected me.” For the first time, something flickered across Marcus’s face—something close to pity. It made her stomach churn. “Come back,” he said, his voice softening. “Make this easy.” Evelyn took a step back, shaking her head. “No.” She wouldn’t go back. She couldn’t. Marcus sighed again, but this time, his expression hardened. “Don’t be difficult.”

Everything feels planned. Even silence. Lyra watches as Malrik studies the spreading map of Aria’s territory. Not rushing. Not reacting. Just observing. Like someone watching an outcome already decided. “You’re smiling,” Malrik says without looking up. Lyra tilts her head slightly. “Am I not allowed to enjoy this?” That finally earns a glance from him. Cold eyes. Measured. Not cruel exactly—but detached in a way that feels worse. “You think this is the end,” he says.

“We have arrived, stop the carriage!” Raphael said and the carriages came to a halt. “Bring out the girls and take them to the warehouse, clean them up and prepare them. They are coming.” He announced. They pulled the girls out including Catherine. She did not resent as she used to as she was just recovering from the tranquilizer's effect. The ray of the sun rushed to her eyes and she quickly shut them. She had not seen the sunlight for a long time, only the gloominess of the woods. It made her nauseated and so she vomited just before she got to the warehouse.

Just present. Drax lowered his arms slow. Blood ran from a new cut on his forehead. "What are you?" he asked. His voice sounded quieter now. "I am the Rejected Luna," I said. "The one you threw away. The one who did not break." He took a step toward me. His hand reached out again but slower. "Come back with me. We can start over. The bond can be made right." I looked at his hand. For one second the old hurt came back. The pain from the clearing when he said no. The way everyone turned away from me. But the hurt did not make me small anymore. It made me steady.