Alpha Loren

Chapter 204

Hours later, Luciano and Andrea finally left the office and Andrea showed him to the spare room. Chico

slipped away knowing Andrea would be in soon and not wanting to lose his head. Andrea didn't

disappoint and five minutes later appeared in the bedroom. After glancing down at me for a split

second he walked in like I wasn't even there and ignored my tear-stained cheeks and misery.

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"I hope you've learnt something from today," he said leaning over the railings. "Don't fucking mess with

me or bad things happen..."

"You can't trust Luciano," I said.

"Oh yeah?" he asked turning to me. "Why?"

"No one can. You heard him say it himself, he has no loyalty. What if Leo offers him a better deal? That

man is bad news. Take it from me. I've known him for seven years."

"Loren can't beat my offer," he said confidently.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked.

"He doesn't want money or acceptance in the Stella pack or whatever else your mate could give him.

He just wants you to suffer in the maximum way," he replied. "And as a good judge of character, I'd say

he's fairly fed up of living underneath Alpha Loren anyway. Just like me, he thinks it's about time the

Loren reign ended."

"They've known each other a long time. Don't count on Luciano wanting him dead," I said.

Andrea only laughed and leant back in his chair.

"You're a smart woman, Blanca. Why are you warning me if you think that's true? Surely you would be

perfectly happy to let Luciano go running back to your mate and switch sides? I'd be killed, you'd go

back to your family, all would be well? So the very fact that you are telling me shows that you don't

even believe what you are saying. You know as well as I do that Luciano could kill his oldest friend in

the blink of an eye and without a second thought. He's a total psychopath and you're just trying to

protect your mate from him"

I opened my mouth to speak but there were no words to say.

"Are we done here, Blanca?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Only I want you to go and make dinner."

I sighed, "What would you like?"

"Something Italian. Let's make our guest feel at home."