Novels by vallikpoba78

LUCA’S POV I woke up the next morning,tired and hungry and everything that could make someone give up getting up from bed.I know I had work to do but I still had a mate to tend toI found myself taking a shower and getting dressed, and walked over to Bella's room.Fuck now I call her Bella again.I had no idea what the hell I was doing.Taking Isabella out—just the two of us?Terrible idea.But after everything that had happened in the last few days—watching her fall sick, tending to her fever, listening to her sleeptalk, feeling something in my chest crack when she whispered that I cared—I needed to get away.More specifically, I needed to take her away.Because I was losing control. Because she was doing things to me.So here I was, standing outside her door, knocked twice before pushing it open.She was sitting up in bed, looking much better, her color returning, those damn big eyes blinking up at me.I hesitated.Then—“Get up.”She frowned. “Excuse you?”“Get up,” I repeated. “

ISABELLA’S POV The door shut behind him, and silence swallowed the room.I exhaled, staring at the spot where Luca had just stood.What the hell was that?I should be focusing on the fact that I just had the most humiliating bathroom experience of my entire life. But no, my brain had decided to hyperfixate on the way his arms had felt around me, the heat of his body, the way his scent had wrapped around me like a drug I was starting to crave.God, I was doomed.I flopped back onto the bed, pressing my hands over my face.Because the worst part?He had run.Like I was something dangerous. Which was absurd. I’m not dangerous. He is.Luca is a lethal, terrifying mafia Alpha who could make grown men wet themselves with a single glare.And yet, I had seen something flicker in his eyes before he left—something vulnerable. Something raw.Something he didn’t want to feel.My stomach twisted. Because I felt it too.…I was getting restless.Luca had gone back to avoiding me.Or, at least, pret

LUCA’S POV She looked so small in that bed.Her breathing was steady now, the fever finally broke. I knew it before she even started to realize, but the sight of her pale face twisted something deep inside me.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling a slow breath.I shouldn’t be here.I shouldn’t have stayed.But the moment I felt the heat radiating off her burning skin, something in me had snapped.She was human.So painfully, delicately human.And I had dragged her into this—my world of blood, supernatural thingies and a darkness she had never asked to be part of.I didn’t deserve her.Not her laughter. Not her sharp wit. Not the way she somehow still found ways to make my cold heart stir, even when I tried to keep her at arm’s length.I clenched my fists, staring down at her sleeping face.She had whispered things in her sleep. Things that made my chest ache.“You were so jealous.”I had been.“It was kinda hot.”I had wanted to growl at that, but instead, I had sat there, silent,

ISABELLA’S POVThe moment Luca left the room, I waited exactly three seconds before I jumped onto the bed, punching the air in triumph.“Holy shit,” I whispered, my breath coming out in excited puffs. “He’s actually jealous.”I had to clap a hand over my mouth to muffle my laugh. Luca—Mr. Alpha Asshole—was jealous. Jealous.I replayed the moment in my head—the way his jaw had tightened, the look in his eyes when he had looked between me and Lorenzo that day, the way he had commanded his Beta out of the room like a possessive caveman.I collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin.So, the great and mighty Luca wasn’t as indifferent as he pretended to be.I kicked my legs excitedly.I lived for this.For weeks, he had acted like I was nothing but an inconvenience. A burden. Yet, tonight, I had seen it. That flash of possessiveness, the unwillingness to see me laughing with another man.Oh, this was gold.I bit my lip, my heart still racing.I didn’t even like

LUCA’S POVI walked away from Isabella with my hands clenched at my sides, my mind an absolute mess.What the hell was happening to me?One minute, I wanted to push her away, remind myself that she didn’t belong here—that a human mate was nothing but a liability.The next?I was watching her lips move, feeling her warmth in my hands, and struggling against the urge to just pull her close.She was under my skin, and it was driving me insane.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as I reached my office. The door shut behind me with a quiet click, and I stood there for a moment, eyes closed, trying to get a grip.But then, instead of getting back to my usual responsibilities, I found myself drawn to the monitor on my desk.The pack house was rigged with CCTV and so was my villa—security was my priority, after all.I hadn’t installed them in the bathrooms, obviously. But every hallway, entrance, and common area had a camera, including her room.Not for surveillance, of course.

ISABELLA’S POVI swallowed hard, gripping the blanket like it was some kind of shield. Luca stood in front of me, his tall frame casting a shadow over my bed, his golden eyes glowing with barely restrained rage.He wasn’t just mad—he was furious.The silence between us stretched like a rubber band, tight and dangerous, until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.I cleared my throat. "Look, I-""Enjoying yourself?" he repeated, his voice deceptively calm.I hesitated, because I had been enjoying myself, but somehow I knew that was the wrong answer.I forced a casual shrug. "Uh… yeah?"Luca’s jaw ticked. His fists flexed at his sides, and his nostrils flared slightly, like he was trying to control himself.He was angry. Why was he so angry?"Let me get this straight." His voice was quiet, each word carefully spoken, he sounded deadly. "I tell you to go to your room, and instead, you come here and get comfortable with Lorenzo?"I blinked.Wait.Was he—was he actually jealous?The real