Alejandro Vargas Jr Novels & Stories

His hand falls on the door knob stopping it from going any further, “It’s actually Alpha, and Jones mentioned you may be of some help with recent events?” His eyes widened and looked between the two of us before pulling the door open. “Of course, my apologies,” he nodded frantically and stood back, allowing us to enter. His lab was as one would expect. On one side of the wall, there were three glass cabinets with vials and containers all lined up on the shelves, some had labels and others didn't. Next to the cabinets were two massive glass fridges, that had led lights flickering through, one had a few herbs in it and the other again had plastic and glass containers filled with objects.

Alexander slammed his hands on the counter, cutting him mid-sentence. “Shut the fuck up. You should know your limit, fuck wit.” “Yo, calm down, man. We were supposed to be having a peaceful conversation.” “Have I ever had a peaceful conversation with you?” John slowly shook his head and replied, “I don't… think so,” then chuckled afterward. “I am asking you. What's your mission with Ava?” “Do you realize that you are even more concerned about Ava than Wanita? Dude, you should be more concerned about Wanita. I fucked her real hard and even sucked her kitty until it turned red. You need to hear her screaming my name to continue fucking her hard.”

I button my dark suit jacket. "Keep talking, Bartosz," I say. "I will break your jaw and you will eat your food like a baby." Bartosz laughs out loud. "You want him so bad. You used to fight rogue wolves. Now you shop for moonstone relics." Bartosz is the youngest wolf in our family. He drinks a lot and plays around. He will go to a strict training camp next week. Ulrich Andersen walks into the room next. He wears all black. He is the Supreme Alpha King of our pack. He is huge and very quiet. His blue eyes see everything.

I still don’t want to talk about myself. Even though my hands were trembling, I took the mic in Adrastos’ hand. “H-Hello! I am Alejandro Valencia, and I am 19 years old. That’s all, thank you!” I said while stuttering. I handed the mic to Adrastos, and he looked at me as he frowned and raised an eyebrow as if to show ‘just like that?’ I just nodded and averted my eyes.

This is what I asked for. "Leslie," he says softly like someone I know has died, but realistically, there isn't much of a difference in this. "I don't understand," I say again, but I do understand. I just refuse to believe. "This...this isn't...w-why is Alejandro in these he...he wouldn't do this?" "His real name is Luís Mateo Velasquez," Isaac tells me. "And he's been an assassin for the Medellin drug cartel since he was sixteen-years-old." **

She’s got nothing but daughters in that house, and that doesn’t mean shit inside the Vasilievs. Luca played his cards well. He made sure to show up in front of old Carlo this time and tell him he’d have a grandson, so boom. He went from being just another Alpha to climbing a little higher. I knew Leandro Vasiliev well. I knew that old crocodile had to already know about Victoria’s history with that guy. Maybe that’s why he brought him. Even more reason for me to stay alert. When the meeting finally ended, it was already late afternoon. All I could think about was going to my room and maybe trying to finally seduce my Omega now that we were alone.

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

he said as he placed a file on his desk along with a key on top of it. “This is the key to your new office. And this file has the list of all your upcoming appointments.” “I don't understand, Beta Rodriguez. What am I supposed to do?” I asked him when he finally looked at me. “You are supposed to help in the orphanage and help newly found couples find suitable homes for themselves,” he answered, and I nodded my head. Knock knock. I turned towards the door when it opened to reveal Jasper. He bowed at us both as he stood behind me. “This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.”

"This isn't some street gang operation. This is a coordinated military assault on American soil." "Which means we can't fight them like a street gang," Jax replied, his hazel eyes cold with calculation. "Ghost, what do we know about Vargas himself?" Ghost pulled up a file on his main screen, displaying a photograph of a man in his fifties with silver hair and dead eyes. "Eduardo Vargas, age 52, former Colombian military special forces before he went private sector. He's been the cartel's primary enforcer for North American operations for the past decade. Conservative body count estimates put him at over 200 confirmed kills."