Alexander Benjamin Novels & Stories

“My very lackluster current plan,” Ben continues on a sigh, lifting his eyes to mine, “is to study really hard.” I burst out laughing at this, shaking my head, because he sounds like me in this moment – diving into homework like it’s going to save the world. Ben grins, sensing the direction of my thoughts, but carries on. “I want to become an Atalaxian ambassador fast – a real one. One that your father sends over to Atalaxia as part of a mission. I mean, I want to help end the war, but also being there could…I don’t know, give me a chance to talk to Elias. To learn what he wants and needs, figure out…more of a plan.”

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

I asked. “Hi, Barnaby. My name is Dominique. Nathaniel just woke up for the night, so he is in the shower. Veronica tells me that you were the one who saved Nathaniel when he went crazy. I wanted to thank you personally because I was at fault for it happening. I never really knew what happened until he remarked me, and I was able to see a few things. His memories slipped into mine. I also want to apologize if it caused any issues.”

Sadly, however, someone had to clear her throat loudly behind them, interrupting her heavenly kiss. “Savy, honey. You have a boyfriend?” It was her mother, Shyla. “So this must be the special person you were waiting for to arrive,” Savannah’s father, Scott, said, his eyes studying Alexander. “Isn’t he - The US Open Champion?” “Ah, yes, Sir. Alexander Jenkins,” Alexander extended his hand and introduced himself. “Uhuh! No wonder!” Scott proclaimed. “Of course, my daughter would not feel hurt over Ben’s marriage to Nora because she has The US Open Champion for her boyfriend!”

, he said with frustration in his voice. I breathed out sadly and looked down, before my eyes finally shot back up and remained steadily on his. “The war is going to come here, Tyler. You will have to fight”, he said as if he was trying to challenge me. “I'm not afraid of the war, Vincenzo. My grandfather was a brilliant man and my father after him. While all the other Alphas delved all their energy into gaining brute strength, they sought the consult of books to understand how to be one step ahead of everyone. I have inherited this practice”, I said, looking at him sternly.

"Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

And he held his sons responsible for setting the bar high. Alexander Bennett was the oldest of the four Bennett brothers, and at the young age of 25, he was set to be the future Alpha of the Red River Pack, the largest in all of North America. The Red River Pack had a reputation of being the strongest, most ruthless pack around. They were tough, take no prisoner types, who started their training at an early age, and kept it up. Alex’s father, Alpha Michael, had led the pack with an iron fist. He placed Alex in charge of training the pack’s male warriors, and keeping them in top condition. Michael Bennett expected nothing less than perfection when it came to his warriors, and held his sons

This is a lot to take in one day. “ I’ll see what I can find out” he whispered, stepping to open the cell door. I watched as Alex carried his bony body bridal style out of the basement. I followed behind a few inches away from everyone. When I reached the top of the stairs Alex stood at the door with his arms out as if he wanted a hug. “ no thank you.” I muttered looking toward the ground “ if I hug you I’ll cry. I don’t want to cry right now”

Alexander listened attentively as she listed facts about herself, hanging on every word. “Happy now?” She asked “Satisfactory.” He said plainly, and she rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you going to tell me about yourself then?” Alexander cleared his throat like he was about to give a speech. “ I have one elder brother. My best friend is Mason Grey, and my favorite color is black. I love my privacy, a good tailored suit, and being in control, of course,” He said proudly, sticking his nose in the air. “Of course you do.” Gabriella shook her head and took a sip of water to hide her laughter.

And apparently at dance parties. Beside Benjamin stepped another tall man, not as lanky though, with a more defined face and scruff. Shorter hair, black, that was a bit longer than a buzz cut. Intimidating could be a description, if he chose to be. But the smile he had on softened that. "I'm Alexander," he said, German accent obvious. "He's great on the dance floor!" Shay threw in. Amara gave Shay a quick look that said something, what exactly was unclear, but she continued smiling. Declan sensed slight tenseness. "Where's Sophia?" Amara asked Shay.