>>>Work-in-Progress: Luca Chapter 14

Work-in-Progress: Luca Chapter 14

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Chapter 14 sneak preview of my current work-in-progress:
Luca – Book 1 of the Demon Born Series (paranormal romance).
Pre-edit version. May change before publication.

I’m in a special kind of spellcheck hell right now.

Every time I type the word ‘lycan’ my spellchecker scrubs an angry red line beneath it and tries to change it to ‘glycan’. And as Wikipedia ever so helpfully tells me, a ‘glycan’ is a long chain of sugar molecules.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I never particularly imagined Luca as ‘sugary sweet’ in any way, and I definitely don’t imagine him as a long chain of anything prancing around. But hey, what do I know? I’m just a writer who apparently doesn’t know how to spell, and my smartypants computer seems determined to correct this and change my paranormal romance into its version of ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’.

Yeah, I know I can just tell the stupid thing to learn the damn word and shut up, but the last time I did something similar it kept missing a common misspelling afterwards.

So anyway, if you suddenly find yourself reading about sugary glycans instead of scary lycans, you’ll know the reason.

Enjoy the next part of Luca’s story 🙂

LUCA 14

“Shush…” Belle whispered, holding up a finger.

‘Be with me…’

“Who said that?” Belle near squeaked.

“Said what?” Hero looked around, his eyes widening in panic. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Belle listened again, but the feeling and the voice were gone. “I heard it.” She gave Hero an insistent look. “I heard a woman speak.”

“Okay…” And taking her by the elbow, he hurried her away from the staircase. “It’s just the wind. It always whistles through the chimneys when you’re on the top floors.” His anxious babbling sounded more like he was trying to calm himself than her.

But then again, maybe he was right. Belle looked around the bright corridor they’d just entered. The place didn’t look scary, which was quite an incredible feat for a gothic mansion. Maybe she’d imagined things?

They came to a set of elaborately decorated white doors, and Hero seemed to have calmed down. “Your room,” he announced with pomp and pushed the doors open like a showman.

Belle’s jaw almost dropped. She’d been expecting an attic cupboard, but this was a room fit for a princess. The walls were a soft pink, and the tiled floor had a subtle silver and pearlescent sheen. Cushiony wingback armchairs waited in front of the fireplace, and velvet curtains edged the tall windows. But the most striking feature in the room was the ornate four-poster bed hung with gauzy pink-and-white curtains.

“Are you sure you have the right room?” she asked, awestruck.

Hero grinned. “Yup.” And he ushered her in. “Hasn’t been used in a while though, so we had some preparing to do when the alpha said he wanted you to sleep here.”

Sleep here. And for some reason, it only now registered that she was actually going to stay at Fairfall. She glanced around the room again. It was no prison, that was certain, but it wasn’t home either, no matter how hard it tried to be.

“The en-suite’s through here.” Hero opened a nearby door. “It’s got everything you’ll need.”

“Thank you. So… um… where does Luca sleep?”

“A corridor down.”

So Luca hadn’t placed her next to him. Belle chewed her lip, unsure how to feel about that. Strangely, it kind of hurt that he hadn’t wanted her nearby.

“Nearly forgot…” Hero dashed to a white wardrobe tucked into a tall alcove. “You’ll want to change.” And he opened the wardrobe doors to reveal an array of colour and cloth that left Belle gasping.

Dresses made from silk and lace, satin and velvet, called her. Belle went to them and stroked her hand over their soft folds and fine-stitch embroidery. “These are just stunning,” she breathed.

“Yeah, the alpha said you’d like them.”

Luca had chosen these dresses for her. She stared at the fine creations as that realisation sank in. But if he expected her to work as his servant, then he was going about it the wrong way with these gorgeous dresses. These weren’t a maid’s clothes by any stretch of the imagination. She unhooked a red-and-black dress that had caught her eye and held it up for a proper look. Her eyes rounded. The dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a bone-corset bodice, and a skirt that flared to mid-thigh. Sultry black lace overlaid the wine-red silk, and the lace-up back ended in a red bow placed to sit seductively atop the curve of her bottom. There was only one type of work a woman wearing such a dress would be doing.

Her gaze fell on the jumble of colourful silk in a compartment shelf below, and reaching in, she pulled out a cream lace thong. She turned to Hero with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh… yeah.” Hero looked sheepish. “He said you’d like those too.”

“Did he?” Belle muttered. More like, Luca would like them… on her.

“I’ll… um… leave you to it,” Hero said diplomatically and backed away.

Belle ignored him, torn between anger and something else. The thought of Luca wanting to see her in the itty-bitty thong made her insides curl with hot desire, and she scowled at the offending underwear.

A light cough from the bedroom door had her turning in that direction.

“Hero, I’ll need you downstairs,” the tall man standing there said.

“Sure thing, uncle,” Hero said cheerfully, and with a smile for Belle, he left the room.

“Lord Luca wishes to have your company for dinner, Miss Belle,” the man intoned once Hero had gone.

“You’re Hanson,” Belle guessed. “Well, you can tell Luca that I’d rather starve than play nice with him. I know what he wants, and no matter how beautiful the room or the clothes, he’s not getting it.”

“You’ve had a long and hard day,” Hanson said blandly. “I do believe food and rest will help put things into perspective for you.”

“Are you not hearing me? All I want is for you werewolves to return my aunt so we can go home and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“It’s rather late, Miss Belle. Even if you were to leave Fairfall now, you wouldn’t get far. The forest isn’t a welcoming place.”

No kidding. As if she needed reminding that the forest outside looked ready to make a meal of her. So now she was stuck in Fairfall, for tonight at least. But that didn’t mean she had to spend the evening being Luca’s eye candy at some forced dinner. And she opened her mouth to tell Hanson precisely that.

But he got there first. “I should also mention, Miss Belle, the last part of the alpha’s message was that if you’re not down in the dining hall within half an hour, he’ll come and carry you there himself.”

Belle seethed. But knowing Luca, he’d do just that, and she really didn’t fancy being carried kicking and screaming in front of Hanson and Hero.

“I’ll let you dress,” Hanson said, taking her silence as a ‘yes’. And he quickly backed out of the bedroom and closed the doors as he went.

Belle glowered after him. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to turn the whole damn lot of them into tumbleweed right now. The bloody nerve of Luca! He locked her up like some criminal and then wanted her to dress for his pleasure and have dinner with him. Well, there was no way in hell she was doing anything to please him. And raging, she chucked the dress and underwear back into the wardrobe. The flowery dress she’d arrived in was all battered and bruised and no longer white, but she was going to wear it to this stupid dinner anyway just to let Luca know she wasn’t his to order around.

But her gaze wandered to the door of the en-suite.

A hot shower sure sounded nice. And would it really make a difference in her plan to take a stance with Luca?

And then the sexy dress caught her eye again as it lay in a red-and-black heap where she’d thrown it.

If she were to dress up, it didn’t have to be for Luca. A new plan formed, and she frowned in thought. Luca wasn’t immune to her. In fact, for all his beastliness, he could barely keep his hands off her. Their mate bond had him well and truly trapped. Sure she’d tried to use that to her advantage in the cell and failed, but this time she had powerful ammunition on hand. And picking up the dress, she studied it. She’d never risk actually sleeping with Luca, but what if she could seduce him just enough to find out where he’d stashed Aunt Dee? Then with her aunt’s help, they could escape this place and hopefully find a way to break this damn mate bond. Aunt Dee’s words that only death could break the mate bond came to mind, but Belle uncomfortably pushed that away. No, there had to be another way to break it. But first, she needed to get away from Luca.

And now determined, she quickly began undressing. She was playing with fire, blue fire to be exact, but this might be her one and only chance for freedom.

To be continued next week…

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