Alejandro Vargas Jr Novels & Stories

I walk towards him and smile at the crowd. I hand him over to Alcander and I receive a little peck on my check. "This is our pup. Valdus. Alpha Valdus." His voice is strong and proud. Everyone looks at Valdus and they all stare at him with aw and I can't help but look at both of my boys the same. "At age eighteen he would receive the title of this pack. He would carry on our legacy and continued to be the most powerful Alpha out

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

Alejandro walked in first, Aria right beside him, her fingers lightly grazing the knife strapped to her thigh. A lone figure stood in the center of the room, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering overhead light. Emilio Vargas was a tall man, his frame lean but strong. His face was sharp, his expression unreadable. A scar ran from his left eyebrow down to his cheeka reminder of a past betrayal, one that Alejandro knew all too well. "Alejandro De La Cruz," Vargas drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "Didn’t think I’d see you again."

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I waited till Alex had left for work before heading to Alicia's house. I had no idea Alex had a twin sister. Somehow, the file Antonio had given me which apparently contained all the information I needed about Alex omitted the part where he had a crazy twin sister. When I arrived at Alicia's, Iris was slumped on the couch, clutching a half empty bottle of vodka. Alicia tried to pry it out of her hands and failed. Her eyes were red and puffy and mascara streaked down her cheeks as she mumbled incoherently. Iris was an excellent assassin. Out of all five of us, she was the best at physical combat. Despite her small physique, she could take five men down without breaking a sweat but at that mom

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "

My gaze flitted back to his face. “I have known that lad since he was 10. I have seen him bring men twice his age, thrice his age with his bare hands. I have seen how he commanded terror in the eyes of men who thought they had all it fucking takes. He had my utmost respect the time he brought my entire camp to the ground and freed over 500 boys who were training in there. Alejandro is one of the most ruthless motherfuckers I have ever seen in all my life as the pakhan of the Bratva.

Alejandro turns to me, raising an eyebrow as he assesses me. "And who is this stunning lady with you?" He asks, glancing at Devon. Devon's grip on my waist tightens as he nudges me closer to him. "This is my wife, Jessica. Jessica, meet Alejandro Fernandez. He's the owner of the Callisto brewery," Devon introduces me to him. "Oh, a beautiful woman, is she not? Enchanted to meet you," Alejandro says, taking my hand and kissing it. "My name is Alejandro Fernandez, but I'm sure you already know that."