Alex Alvarez Novels & Stories

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“Alexandro was the only one left standing. He fought back, led his people, and ended the war with one strike. He killed Valerian’s father in battle—ended the nightmare. Everyone thought that would be the end. That peace would finally come.” “But it didn’t,” Nivera whispered. “No,” Martha said. “Because Valerian vowed to avenge his father’s death. He’s never forgiven Alexandro. Even though it was his father who started the bloodshed. Even though Alexandro was defending his home. The hatred runs too deep. Valerian doesn’t care about peace. He only cares about revenge.”

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

EARLIER IN THE DAY After saying goodbye to her friend Freya, Alva returned home. As she walked through the door, she immediately noticed her mom waiting in the living room. Her brother, Spear, was nowhere in sight, but there was someone else sitting on the worn-out couch—a man whose presence made her stomach churn. Alva froze for a moment. She recognized him. His name was Diego, a notorious figure in the city. He was involved in shady businesses and also managed several bars. Just seeing him in her house sent a wave of unease through her.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

I answered trying to keep a straight face while waving my hand to dismiss my men. She had been through a lot and I did not want to scare her with the search warrant that had been placed on her head yet. “Alright” she said blankly,the look on her face showed she was unconvinced. “Alvarez!” I called out to my right hand man. Alvarez is a trusted confidant and friend. He is a swift and very skillful sniper, and has been with me for over eight years, running secrete errands and conducting private investigations.

Knockout! We had a dinner meeting earlier with Mr. Alvarez, the new client of Ruizville Farm Services, Inc. I am the only one who should face Mr. Alvarez but at the behest of Señorito Keeion, Tedson accompanied me. That wasn't a problem for me because I admit that Tedson is more skilled in communication skills and many clients get caught because of his flowery words.

“Who killed your parents and siblings?” “Picolo Alverez.” Harry replied, leaving Debby to wonder who the man could be. “Picolo Alverez happens to be a family friend. He was my father’s best friend and is popularly known as the prince of Mexico. He is a drug lord and underground boss. When I was young, he was one of the few I looked up to. Knowing that he killed my parents is a shocker to me.” Harry had been certainly dumbfounded since the incident. He couldn’t think straight as he wondered why Alverez killed father.

he smiled, his lips peeling back to reveal a set of perfectly straight, white teeth that felt too predatory. The compliment was hollow, a weapon meant to probe for weakness. He turned his body slightly toward me, extending his hand again, offering the same blood-stained palm to me. "Don Alvarez." The name echoed in my mind like a gunshot. The room seemed to tilt beneath my heels, the walls closing in as the pieces of the puzzle slammed violently into place. Now I understood Marcello's reaction. Now I understood the murderous fury radiating from the man beside me, making his frame vibrate against mine.