Alaric One And Only Love Novels & Stories

"Someone who heals not just wounds, but hearts." "The nobles will fight harder now." "Let them." Her grin turns fierce. "Some things are worth fighting for." “I’m probably making too much of it anyway. It was just one kiss.” I try to downplay it, scared to get my hopes up too high. Iris opens her mouth to argue but movement in the doorway makes us both look up. Alaric stands there, still in his formal clothes from handling the border situation all night. Our eyes meet, and electricity shoots through my whole body.

“Alaric had been out of his mind back then. He never caught who did it or what exactly had been said.” He swallowed. “But there is an echo in his dreams. Barely audible. Chanting the words over and over again.” I waited. “Let your soul never know love. Let it pass its mate in every life and never know her. Never loved. Not truly. Never enough...”

“Finish what you were about to say.” Closing his eyes for a moment, Alaric bowed his head. “Especially now that I think I'm falling in love with her.” “Think?” Paul’s tone softened. “Are you still thinking that you are in love with her? Or do you know that you are?” Undercover agent Alaric warred with real-life Alaric. In the end, he went with the truth. “I love Vanessa, and it's fucking weird since I haven't even known her for long and the circumstances in which we met."

Lennox said softly as he sat on the chair behind Alaric. “You really do love him, don't you?” Lennox asked. Alaric's hand wrapped tightly around the knife's handle with a silver blade. “Yes…” Alaric paused. He closed his eyes and pictured Adrian's face once more. A new rush of tears flowed from his eyes, and his lip trembled. “I love him more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything,” his voice trembled. “I love him more than life itself,” Alaric said as he turned, sat down, and leaned back against the railing as he drew the knife up and placed it over his heart.

Alaric exhaled sharply, his hands clenching at his side. "Fed up with your attitude. Fed up with the way you treat Arianna. Fed up with the jealousy, the bitterness, the hatred you let consume you." His blue eyes burned into hers. "I gave you a chance. More than one. But you proved time and time again that you are not the mate I need." A choked sob escaped her lips. She staggered back, shaking her head in disbelief. "But I love you," she whispered, her voice breaking. Alaric’s expression remained cold, unmoved. "Then you should have acted like it."

"She is the only woman I want to get and protect in my life. I love her." Emerald’s tears shimmered like pearls, slipping one by one into Alaric’s palm. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly. “Aric, I love you too.” The old man on the other end of the call sounded startled. “Who just spoke?” Alaric smirked. “If you were paying attention, you’d know—that was your granddaughter-in-law.” “You two are together?” Alaric let out a low chuckle. “Grandpa, I’m a perfectly normal man. Who else would I be with in the middle of the night? Another man? Let’s save the lectures for tomorrow—I’m busy.”

I held his arm tight and separated my legs a bit more. He wouldn’t stop now. It was better to grant him access. I wasn’t tired. “I love you, Viviana,” Alaric murmured in my ears and kissed my ear lobe. I smiled. He was such a cutie. But I couldn’t let out a word. Alaric's moves and his strokes clouded my mind. I was in a state of Euphoria. I didn’t want it to end. Alaric groaned and turned me swiftly. I faced him. His eyes were closed, lips were parted, and he still smelled so fresh. So fucking fresh. Like always. He pushed into my core and awarded me with numerous wet-mouthed kisses.

I leaned against a marble pillar, watching the chaos with the detached amusement of a referee at a bloodsport. "Oh, look at that," I said into the mic, my laughter echoing. "A match for the ages. Ladies, please, watch the hydrangeas! Alaric, darling, you really should choose. Which one will it be? The wife you abandoned or the mistress you defrauded? Or perhaps you’d prefer the winner of this little bout to accompany you when you head to prison for identity theft and embezzlement?" Alaric collapsed. He fell to his knees, his hands reaching out to grab the hem of my midnight-blue gown. "Evelyn... please... I can explain... I did it for us... I did it to make myself worthy…"

“But I do love you, Talon. Craziness and all.” For a moment, Talon just stared at Alaric in disbelief. Did the stubborn witch just confess to loving him? “Say it again,” he breathed. “Please.” Alaric smiled faintly. “I love you, Talon.” That was all it took. Joy hit Talon like a tidal wave. His grin broke wide as his eyes glistened with wetness he didn’t bother to hide. He instantly leaned down and crashed against Alaric in a searing kiss.

"But…" "There is no 'but,'" Aurelia cut me off. "This is what love looks like here. Its only pain and suffering and punishment. Alaric loved me once, or so he claimed. But he loved his alpha title above all. And look what that love turned into. Look what it made us both." She stood up, smoothing down her dressing gown with shaking hands. The wooden box snapped shut as she gathered her supplies.