Alejandro X Rudy Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I figured that much out. She’s... she’s interesting. And awfully dense. I can see that you were pretty obvious with the brush-off. It makes me wonder what your uncle promised her." Alejandro frowned as he swiped at his lips. He pulled the napkin away, and he even frown harder when he saw the red smear on the napkin. Then he reached across the table and hold my hand. “Let’s not let her ruin what we had right now. We already had a spectacular day. We stick to that, okay?" I rolled my eyes. "You're just saying that because of the sex. Give a man a sex and it's the most amazing day ever to him, everyone knows that."

I step out of the car and gently close the door, being careful not to make too much noise. I glance up and down the street, finding it deserted at this time of night. Only the streetlights illuminate the area, and the one directly above me flickers and buzzes as the lightbulb struggles to stay lit. As I walk towards Dale's bookstore, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I swipe the green dot on my smartwatch. "Speak," I answer. "We have a problem at the club, Alpha," Gelo informs me. "The guy you fought with earlier brought some rogue friends tonight. It seems like they want revenge."

We pulled away from the hug and smiled at each other. We took pictures and a lot of pictures. We wanted to have as much documentation as possible. I can say that this is truly one of the happiest days of my life. I believe this is what Zandrey feels as well. Today, we are just really happy because after everything we went through, all the backwards and forwards that came in between, we are finally here and are officially married. I am Maria Airaleen Alfonso-cel Fuerto now. And I think what a beautiful name that is.

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

Lone in the room of four powerful men, Alejandro sipped his own drink with no hesitation. "Should I be?" Raising a single brow up Alejandro replied wearing a total foreign vibe on. Yesterday's night had been a total adventure for him. The little intimacy performed by him with Genelia seemed to own his all interest. The way the bold and rude Miss of Fernandez's was shaking in rage and terror at the same time was quite a view for him. It gave him a sense of victory when he figured out her weak points. The feeling of playing her more now raised in the throne holder's mind. The want of claiming his stuff was the only feeling he was feeling now.

Rudy rushed over to Alfred and took out a robe from his storage space before putting it around Alfred. Alfred looked at Rudy tearfully. It was like he found his family. He sniffed and wiped away his tears, "Thank you both! I'll definitely repay you!" Rudy stopped him, "That's not the time for this. Who is that guy? What's his name?" Alfred sniffed and turned to look at that warrior hatefully, "That person is called Raul Ochoa. He's an inner disciple from a holy grade clan. I'm no match for him. I was unlucky enough to meet him the moment we entered.

Alpha Vanthorn's children are my half siblings, yet, they were nothing to write home about. “Of course. Alejandro is the best bro of the year. He can be sweet when he wants to. Let's say he's a bit of a bipolar man. But trust me, he's a sweetheart. I really hope you two can, you know, come together. You'll sure make a good couple.” I mentally rolled my eyes. “Can we talk about something else please?” "Tell me Roxie. Why do you keep running away whenever I try to tell you anything good about Alpha Alejandro?"

Alejandro hit the bathroom first to wash the dust and blood off his face before he grabbed a beer. He needed the bitter brew to help him assimilate what had just happened. Chugging it, though, didn't give him enough time to wonder why the little redhead he'd picked up on his way made his cat purr. Or why he wanted to beat the hell out of that upstart wolf-and still did. It especially didn't answer why he wanted to commit suicide by launching himself at Ethan, who carried the little firecracker inside.

His voice was strong and powerful. My heart is full of so many emotions as both father and son slice their hands and shake hands. I feel it, the shift in power, and Leo’s eyes flash magnificently. The lights flicker and everyone looks around sharply before Leo looks down at his hands. I can almost see the blur of power around him as Marcel frowns in awe. “He’s a fucking Rossi, don’t be so shocked.” Alejandro says, making a few people smile. I smile over at him and Kiara, and she gives me a smile of encouragement.

“I hope you don’t make me regret it.” Camila’s eyes darkened with a quiet promise. “As long as you keep to your word.” The car pulled away, leaving behind the looming figure of George Willow watching from the window. --- Alejandro entered the room and found Derulo already seated, a glass of red wine in hand. “Join me,” Derulo said smoothly, offering Alejandro the second glass. Without hesitation, Alejandro nodded in acceptance, his eyes never leaving Derulo’s. “Sure. I’ll pour it myself,” he replied, stepping closer to the bottle.