Alex Alvarez 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.

His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

Alexei’s lips pursed before turning into an imperious grin, crossing his leg to the other as well as his arms on his chest. “Don’t get so full of yourself, Alvarez. My judgment remains unchanged. You are still that unreliable shifter I perceived the moment I laid my eyes on you at that sacred banquet. The only thing that gave you courage was executing the White Stag, which I honestly treated my whole life as rubbish. If it wasn't for the White Stag, you would still be that shifter who has no courage to speak up.”

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

"You literally left me in the dirt earlier today, Sebastian. Maybe you should get your head checked for concussions." "Enough, Elena! I haven't even brought up you liquidating that Navarro heirloom wrap—" "Go ahead!" I was practically howling now. "I'll pay back every cent! I don't want your Blackwood wealth anyway!" Mr. Alvarez finally broke his professional silence. "Alpha, Luna, please. This is a triviality, and I cannot stop on this stretch of highway. The storm is worsening." "This rain is a drizzle," I snorted. "The last time a certain Alpha dumped me on the roadside, it was a damn monsoon!"

After a cold shower, and a suit up, I was ready to leave. As I walked, I dialed Dominic. He picked up after one ring. “I’m on my way,” he said before I even spoke. “Bring backup. Russians made a move. Alvarez might be turning.” Alvarez was one of our loyal followers. He lorded one of the smaller areas in New York and had worked with my father even before me. Although this world has taught me distrust and betrayal and this was not new. I couldn't help but wonder what my father would think of this.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

'' Are you sure you don't want one,'' Xander asked again. '' Fuck no, just tell me what I need to know,'' I yelled, and Xander immediately downed the contents of his glass as he gazed at me again. '' Javier is Alvaro's nephew,'' Xander let out and I was confused. '' Who is Alvaro,'' I asked and Xander's face fell as if he knew I wouldn't like his next words. '' Alvaro, is a friend of mine,'' Xander answered. '' Okay, then why does his nephew wants you dead,'' I asked, as everything was still so confusing.

I asked, glaring at her. “Alex…” I dug the knife inside her knee, and seeing her body jerk up, she screamed. “We worked with Esteban” she said, not waiting for me to pull the blade out “he promised Viktor a place as Alpha after him. Esteban has no child, f-fuck, Alexei please take the fucking thing out” Her body shook as I rolled the knife inside her knee, making sure it was broken. It would be a reminder of what I am still going to do if she chooses to be stubborn.