Luca. Emma's scent had stayed with me since the day I kissed her at Alpha Gibson's doorstep. Although I had done it to save her from the embarrassment, it had stuck with me. She was sweet and helpful when I met her. She tried to strike up a conversation with me all through the bus ride, but I was undercover and needed to be inconspicuous. That was why I ignored her, but she was amusing. How she kept staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking was intriguing. She would often look away so I wouldn't catch her staring. As much as I wanted to get up and sit elsewhere, her scent filled my senses and gave me a calming peace. She seemed a bit timid and reserved, and I figured her Omega nature was the cause of it. From how we interacted, I noticed she tried to conquer that side of her and be daring once in a while. She was full of life and highly optimistic. The Emma I saw now is the complete opposite of the one I met on the bus. What must have happened that landed her into slavery? I k
Emma. I could not believe what had just happened. Declan's look-alike, Luca, was a mob boss, and he had just paid four million Leer for my sake. I was stunned. Ashley and I walked through the hallway. We tried the service elevator, and when it did not come, we took the stairs. "What did you do to have that man go crazy?" Ashley asked me with a tinge of jealousy in her voice, and I could not answer because I, too, was in disbelief. "A marriage, Emma. Do you know who that man is?" She said, and I was still tongue-tied. "He is the Alpha of Alphas, the freaking boss of all bosses. What the hell?" She said, sounding angry and scornful but being careful not to piss me off; after all, I was going to be the wife of this very man she was talking about and seeing how he took me from Don Marcelo, it was clear I wasn't to be toyed with. I smiled inwardly, remembering he had said something similar to Declan. He had said, Lavender and Honey. A weird combination that could not be mentioned by c
Emma. My mother became nervous immediately, adjusted everything and drank water to keep her breath fresh. She had told everyone to behave well and wear good clothes. The knock came, and Tevin went to answer the door. I did not know I was holding my breath until I exhaled when the person entered. Luca had come by himself. He looked good in a white t-shirt and blue-faded jeans. He did not look like a boss or an alpha; he looked like a rich guy with no care in the world. His stern expression was softened by the smile on his face. The man was handsome. I saw my mother blushing when he kissed the back of her hand. He was a charmer. She offered him a seat and tea. He politely accepted the offer and relaxed. "Emma, come on," my mother said, and I walked to where they were. He looked up at me and smiled. "It is good to see some light in your eyes this morning," He said to me, and I smiled a bit and bowed my head. "Good morning, alpha.." I said, not knowing what to call him but not wanting
Emma. I was still sleeping when I heard a banging on my door. I woke up and looked outside. It was evening time. I must have been exhausted. I guess I was just trying to catch up on the sleep my body missed for the one month my family was held as slaves. I got up and went to open the door. I was surprised to see it was Luca. He was fuming with anger, but he was controlling himself. I got a bit scared and stepped back. I honestly did not know him, nor did I know what he was capable of. I might have dreamt of someone that looked like him, but I did not know him. It would be stupid of me to land myself in a mess with him. "Calm down, Emma," he said, controlling his breathing, and I could feel his rage. "Where are your stuff?" He asked me, and I pointed at the bag by the cupboard. I was yet to unpack. "Did you tell her we are married?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I honestly did not know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He went to pick up my bag from where it was. "Did you
Luca. When I returned home, one of my men told me my mother had put Emma in the servant quarters, which made my blood boil. I had just taken her away from that kind of life; It was wrong and derogatory for my mother to do such a thing. I knew she was an omega, but it did not give her the right. I walked into the house fuming, and my mother greeted me at the door. "You stayed too long out there?" she said, coming to hug me. I let her and then pulled away. "Where is my wife?" I asked her, and she frowned at me. "Emma," I said, and realisation dawned on her. "Emma is your wife? When did you marry her, and why was I not informed?" she asked accusingly. "It was quiet. We both agreed we did not want something loud, and I am not a child. I do not need permission to get married," I told her, and she looked hurt. "How could you tie yourself to a low-level Omega? They are just for pleasure and service. How could you? Do you know how important the position you occupy is? You can't hold on
Luca. We finished up at the restaurant and headed to a clothing store. I had booked ahead, and they had cleared out the store so we could shop in peace. When we arrived there, my men arrived to guard the place and Emma and I went inside. "Good morning Mr Alessandro, welcome," the store owner, who was also a designer, greeted me, and I smiled at him. His name was Luciano Russo, and he was the best in the country. "Luciano, meet my wife, Emma," I said, and he was shocked and happy at the same time. He shook Emma's delicate hand, and I felt a growl trying to escape my mouth, but I held it. "You are welcome. She is stunning," he said to me, and I nodded. I already knew she was a beauty. Luciano was a human clueless about our world, so he did not know she was an Omega or what it meant. "We will do both her hair, dress and makeup. You will fall in love all over again, Mr Alessandro," he teased, and we all laughed, but I noticed Emma blush a bit, which was cute. He urged her to come with
Emma The kiss was breathtaking. I let myself fall into it entirely. I did not know why he kissed me, but I was glad he did because I had longed for him to kiss me again since that day at Alpha Gibson's doorstep. I enjoyed the moment, and a soft moan escaped my lips. It was a sweet and gentle kiss that made me wish more was between us; he would have been taking off my clothes tonight. Luca gently pulled away, and I rested my head back on his chest while we continued to move to the music. I knew why he had kissed me because people started thinking his mother had lied when she told them it was a contract marriage and I was being paid to hang around. I guess Luca did not appreciate her behaviour. I had called my brother after I left Luca's room, and he was glad I was settling in well. My family were not expecting me to be cared for, but when I told him how kind Luca was to me, he was relieved. I promised to call him every night now that I had a personal phone. I called Heather, too, and
Emma. Luca broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. I was breathing hard, and I knew my eyes reflected what I wanted. I did not want him to stop; he knew it, so he crashed his lips against mine and continued. Who needs butterflies when I have the entire zoo in my stomach? His scent filled my senses, and he tasted so sweet. That I had been pleasure starved for months did not help either. I did not know how much I was dying for his touch until this. I wanted him to touch me. He laid me on his bed and continued to kiss me, then he travelled with his kisses down my neck. I moaned. My panties were soaked. I could smell my arousal, so I knew he could too. He took off my shirt, and I eagerly let him. I wasn't thinking at those moments. I just wanted him. I wanted all of him. "Luca," I moaned and felt his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back into the bed to give him more access, and he touched my other breast in his hand and worked on my nipple. It felt so damn sweet, and I loved it. I ra