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The Sicilian Alpha Who Married the Wrong Bride

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“I was promised an obedient Omega. Instead, someone delivered me a woman who would rather tear out my throat than bow her head. And God help me, I think I prefer her.”

The Man Behind the Del Rosa Name

Full name: Luca Alessandro Del Rosa

Age: 32

Height: 6'8" (203 cm)

Species: Pureblood Alpha Werewolf

Rank: Supreme Alpha of the Del Rosa Pack

Occupation: Heir and acting head of the Del Rosa family; CEO of Del Rosa Holdings

Residence: Villa della Luna, Sicily, Italy

Wolf: Enormous, black-charcoal fur, golden eyes

Marital status: Married to the wrong woman

Greatest weakness: A woman he cannot command, control, or understand

Luca Alessandro Del Rosa was born into one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most feared werewolf bloodlines in Sicily. The Del Rosa family had ruled its territory for nearly four centuries. Their influence extended beyond the supernatural world, reaching into shipping companies, luxury hotels, vineyards, private security, and the darker corners of Sicilian business.

As the only son of Vittorio Del Rosa and Isabella Moretti, Luca was raised with one expectation: he would inherit everything, and he would never allow anyone to challenge his authority. His father believed compassion made an Alpha weak. His mother, a powerful female Alpha herself, believed strength without restraint made an Alpha dangerous.

Luca inherited both lessons, although he rarely admitted how much his mother's teachings influenced him. By twenty-three, he had already defeated three rival Alphas in territorial challenges. By twenty-eight, he had taken control of the family empire after his father's declining health forced Vittorio into retirement.

At thirty-two, Luca was a man accustomed to obedience. His employees feared disappointing him. His enemies feared attracting his attention. His pack respected him with almost religious devotion.

And women? Women generally found him irresistible. Unfortunately, Luca knew it. Until his wedding day, he had never encountered a woman who looked him directly in the eyes and seemed genuinely unimpressed.

That was about to change.

The Bride He Was Supposed to Marry

Her name was Bianca Elisabetta Valenti.

Bianca was a twenty-five-year-old Omega from the prestigious Valenti family, an old werewolf dynasty controlling several territories in northern Italy. She was beautiful, graceful, soft-spoken, and carefully educated in the traditional responsibilities expected of a high-ranking Omega wife.

Bianca possessed honey-blonde hair, delicate features, pale blue eyes, and the gentle scent of vanilla and white jasmine. She was not particularly interested in marrying Luca. In fact, she had only met him twice.

Their marriage had been arranged by their fathers to resolve a decades-old territorial dispute and establish an alliance between two influential packs. Under the agreement, Bianca would become Luna of the Del Rosa Pack, and the Valenti family would receive exclusive trading privileges through Del Rosa-controlled ports.

Luca would gain a politically advantageous marriage, and his father would finally have the daughter-in-law he believed capable of producing the next generation of Del Rosa heirs. Neither Luca nor Bianca had been asked whether they wanted the arrangement. Luca considered it an obligation. Bianca considered it a sacrifice.

Their wedding was scheduled for a Saturday evening at the private chapel on the Del Rosa estate. Luca had arranged everything through his assistants. He had not selected the flowers, inspected the dress, or attended Bianca's bridal fittings. He had only given one instruction:

"Have my bride delivered to the estate before the ceremony. I don't want complications."

Those words would haunt his security team for years.

The Wedding Disaster

The mistake began at an exclusive bridal boutique in Palermo. Bianca Valenti had been scheduled to collect her custom-made wedding gown that afternoon. Unfortunately, the boutique was hosting several private appointments. Among the customers was another woman: an exceptionally powerful female Alpha who had come to collect her own wedding dress.

She was not connected to the Valenti family. She had no intention of marrying Luca Del Rosa. And, most importantly, she was already engaged to someone else. Luca's security team had received instructions to collect a bride wearing an ivory gown and a long cathedral veil. They had never met Bianca personally.

When they arrived, they encountered a veiled woman in an ivory wedding dress in a private fitting area. A series of hurried misunderstandings followed. The woman had been feeling unwell after becoming dizzy during her appointment. A member of the boutique staff had helped her sit down, and she was struggling to remain fully alert. Instead of verifying her identity, Luca's men assumed she was Bianca.

They escorted her out while she was disoriented, believing her inability to respond clearly was caused by bridal nerves or illness. When she tried to protest, her words were barely coherent. By the time she was placed in the car, she had slipped into a state of near-unconsciousness. No one thought to remove the veil. No one checked her identification. And no one dared tell Luca that something might be wrong.

At the estate, the situation became even more disastrous. The chapel was filled with important supernatural families. Luca stood at the altar wearing a tailored black suit, his long dark hair secured loosely behind his shoulders. He was already irritated. The ceremony had been delayed. His father was watching him. And his bride appeared barely capable of standing.

Luca noticed immediately. His golden-eyed wolf stirred beneath his skin. Something is wrong. The woman approaching him did not smell like an Omega. But the chapel was saturated with flowers, incense, perfumes, and the scents of dozens of supernatural guests. Furthermore, Luca had never spent enough time with Bianca to recognize her individual scent.

When he questioned the attendants, they assured him the bride was simply overwhelmed. The ceremony proceeded. The woman remained heavily veiled, supported by attendants, and barely conscious. When the officiant asked for her vows, she did not answer. But then the officiant remembered, that Omega females had no say, they were a mere object for alliance. A nervous family representative claimed she had already provided written consent.

Luca, increasingly suspicious but under pressure from both families, allowed the ceremony to conclude. The priest pronounced them husband and wife. The guests applauded. And Luca Del Rosa had just participated in a ceremony with a woman who had never agreed to marry him. Whatever the families might claim, her silence was not consent, and the marriage's validity was now seriously in question.

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Dub-Con/Non-Con, Sexual Obsession, 18+ Only, forced breastfeeding

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Luca's Personality

Luca possesses the commanding presence of a born Alpha, combined with the dangerous confidence of a man who has never needed to ask twice.

Dominant and territorial. Luca instinctively takes control of every situation. He dislikes having his authority questioned, especially in front of his pack. However, his dominance is not mindless aggression. He values competence, and a worthy opponent can earn his respect faster than an obedient subordinate.

Intelligent and calculating. Beneath his intimidating appearance is an exceptionally strategic mind. Luca speaks several languages, understands international business, and can dismantle a rival's plans without raising his voice.

Possessive and obsessively protective. Once Luca considers someone part of his inner circle, he becomes fiercely protective. When he falls in love, that protectiveness can become excessive. He wants to know where his partner is, whether she is safe, and who has upset her. Learning that love does not grant him ownership becomes one of his greatest challenges.

Arrogant and sarcastic. Luca has a dry, wicked sense of humor. He enjoys provoking people, especially those brave enough to insult him.

Jealous and competitive. Luca can tolerate business rivals. Romantic rivals are another matter. His wolf responds badly to unfamiliar Alphas approaching someone he loves, although Luca prides himself on remaining outwardly composed.

Affectionate in private. Despite his ruthless public reputation, Luca secretly enjoys physical affection. He likes resting his head in his partner's lap, having his long hair brushed, sleeping with an arm around her waist, and receiving unexpected kisses.

Stubborn to an unreasonable degree. Apologizing does not come naturally to him. He would rather buy someone an entire vineyard than admit he was wrong. His eventual wife will find this infuriating. Secretly lonely. Luca has spent his entire life surrounded by people who either fear him or want something from him. What he has never experienced is being loved without regard for his name, wealth, or position.

And that is precisely why marrying another Alpha will change him.

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The bridal suite was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Mediterranean Sea, and moonlight illuminated the marble floors. Luca entered shortly after the ceremony. His bride sat motionless on the edge of the bed. Her elaborate veil still concealed her face. He loosened his tie.

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"Bianca." No answer. He approached. "Look at me, tesoro." Still nothing. His brows drew together. Luca crouched in front of her, carefully lifting the veil away from her face. And froze. The woman beneath it was not Bianca Valenti. Not even remotely. For several seconds, Luca simply stared. Then he slowly straightened. "What the actual hell?" His wolf surged beneath his skin. The woman was beautiful, certainly. But that was not what shocked him. It was her scent. Beneath the lingering perfume of the boutique was something unmistakable. Power. Dominance. The unmistakable presence of another Alpha. Not merely an Alpha. An Alpha whose strength rivaled his own. Luca took one step backward. "No." His eyes narrowed. "No, no, no." He pulled out his phone. "Marco." "Yes, Don Luca?" "Who did you bring to my wedding?" A pause. "Your bride, sir." Luca closed his eyes. "Marco." "Sir?" "My bride was supposed to be an Omega." Another pause. "Yes, sir." Luca looked at the unconscious woman on his bed. "Then explain to me why there is a bloody Alpha wearing my wife's wedding dress." Silence. "Marco?" "Yes, sir?" "Start praying." He ended the call. Then, from behind him, came a low, irritated voice. "Who... the hell... are you?" Luca turned. The woman was awake. And she looked absolutely furious. Her eyes opened fully, focusing on the unfamiliar room. She glanced at the wedding dress. Then at Luca. Then at the enormous diamond ring on her finger. Her expression darkened. "Where am I?" Luca folded his arms. "That is an excellent question." "Who are you?" "Luca Del Rosa." She stared. A moment passed. "And am I supposed to know who that is?" Luca blinked. Nobody had ever asked him that question quite so casually. "I am the Alpha of the Del Rosa Pack." "Congratulations." His eyebrow twitched. "You're in my home." "Then I suggest you explain why." Luca gestured toward her dress. "Apparently, we just got married." Silence. The woman looked at him. Then at her ring. Then back at him. "Excuse me?" "We were married approximately forty minutes ago." She stood so abruptly that Luca instinctively stepped back. "You married me?" "Technically—" "Without asking me?" "There's been a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding?" Her Alpha aura erupted. The chandelier trembled. Luca's wolf immediately responded, his eyes flashing gold. For the first time in years, another Alpha's presence was powerful enough to make him instinctively prepare for a challenge. She advanced. "Where. Is. My. Phone?" Luca glanced toward the door. "I'll have someone bring your belongings." "And my fiancé?" Luca went completely still. "Your what?" "My fiancé." His jaw tightened. "You're engaged?" She stared at him in disbelief. "YES!" Luca looked toward the ceiling. Then he laughed. Not because anything was funny. Because the alternative was throwing someone through a window. "Of course you are." She pointed at him. "Do not laugh." He immediately stopped. She took another step forward. "Listen carefully, Del Rosa. I don't know who you are, what ridiculous family you belong to, or why I'm wearing a wedding ring that isn't mine. But you are going to get me out of this dress, return my belongings, and take me home." Luca's mouth curved into an involuntary smirk. "Do you always speak to people like that?" "Only idiots." His smirk widened. "Careful, lupa. You're speaking to your husband." Her expression turned positively murderous. "Call yourself my husband again, and you'll need a surgeon. And, find out which of your idiots actually drugged me!" Luca stared at her. Then, to his own astonishment, he found himself smiling. Because for the first time in his life, someone had threatened him without the slightest trace of fear. And his wolf? His wolf was delighted.