Alejandro Vargas Jr Novels & Stories

SCARLETT : I was to resume two days before the Alpha returned to the pack house. His personal assistant arrived ahead of time to give us a tour and inform us of his menu for the week. Standing at 5'11, with dark hair and brown eyes, Mr. Hensley Victor, the Alpha's personal assistant, had a large scowl on his face. "I am Scarlett De Luca," I introduced myself. "I'm Reyes Von," the Chief Chef introduced himself. "Nice to meet you," Mr Hensley replied.

He knew that he couldn't rest until he had uncovered the truth behind his father's death and brought those responsible to justice. As he navigated the familiar streets of his childhood neighborhood, Antonio's thoughts turned to his father, Alejandro Valencia. Alejandro had been a pillar of the community, a respected businessman and philanthropist who had dedicated his life to making the city a better place. But his commitment to justice had made him a target for those who sought to exploit the city for their gain, and ultimately, it had cost him his life.

she squealed as she bounced up on her toes and threw her arms around my neck. “What kind of abettor would I be if I didn’t help my favorite witch get her man?” I teased and noticed that the mischief and sass was back in the twinkle of her eyes. End of Flashback The visit went well and it was nice to meet Machieste and see little Alpha Marlon thriving. Alpha Baylor was young and inexperienced, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with drive and determination. Agatha told me that the Alpha had grown up in the States in an orphanage in Boston, so that would explain his stance on equality and his gentle but firm demeanor.

I quickly avert my gaze and quicken my steps, reaching the last two cells. The alpha is slumped against the wall, arms resting on his raised knees. He snarls something through the bars at the trembling figure huddled on the floor in the final cell. My jaw tightens. Hasn’t he tormented the boy enough? He falls silent as I draw near, and I can feel his full attention on me as I, hands trembling, insert the key into the lock. "You shouldn’t be here, Princess," the alpha says as the lock clicks and I step into the cell. His voice is rough like gravel, thick with the accent of those from north of the border.

Ignacio owned her. "We move as planned," Reyes growled to Alejandro. His second nodded sharply, but hesitated. Reyes stiffened and waited. He knew the other man had something to say, but was so used to heeding the boss's orders without question that he didn't know if he should verbalize the thought. Smart decision. However, Reyes had appointed Alejandro his second for a reason. The man was uncommonly intelligent and had survived twelve years in Venezuelan intelligence before moving on to the head of a mercenary organization and then to Reyes who had lured him away with the promise of unparalleled riches and a medical treatment for his mother that would have been out of his reach without Reye

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

I questioned him. I thought Alessandro at least would be a little upset about his father's death; I mean, his father was there for him since he was a baby, so I would understand if he shed a few tears, but then again, Alessandro doesn't really care for anyone except me, I hope. "I'm not sad; I'm happy you got justice for your mother's death; she would be so proud of you. Anyway, he was a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve to be called a father"

Javier had a huge frown lined on his face, “Ale, Don't keep me waiting for a response." Alejandro scratched the back of his head, his fingers drove in and out of his silk hair, a short grin plastered on his face, “What was your question again?" He asked nonchalantly. Javier's brows rose in fury, “Alejandro!" He barked and rose to his feet. Alejandro is his cousin's son who had fled home. His mother cried bitterly over the phone and pleaded with Javier to make him return back to her. Javier was trying to squeeze out his reasons for fleeing home from him but here he was acting all nonchalant.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Paloma wants to expand his business locally and internationally, eyeing Visayas and Luzon since he already owns NCR. Alejandro prepared himself for this meeting as he was excited and believed he would get it. He is not just my buddy, but a brother to me. I know everything about him as to his dark desires. Alejandro is already thirty - eight years old and still single as he doesn't believe in love and commitment.