Novel & Cerita Alexander From Young Hearts

"With all due respect Alpha, I'm worried you won't take good care of Amelia. After all, you're an Alpha, not a doctor." Alexander raised his eyebrows, and his expression suddenly became a little stern. "Are you questioning your Alpha?" Dr. Young had no choice but to give him the ointment in his hand. She said to Amelia reluctantly after telling him some precautions. "Are you sure you don't choose me?" Amelia glanced at Alexander, then gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you, Dr. Young, I trust Alexander, let him do it." Dr. Young pretended to be sad and sighed. She looked at them in the room playfully, turned around, and went out.

“It is… complicated.” Alexander gave a nod, as if he understood more than she was saying. “If you ever need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He slipped a card into her hand, and she quickly hid it in her clutch, her heart was racing at the prospect of an ally. Before she could respond, Victor returned, his eyes darkens as he noticed Alexander’s presence. “Is there a problem?” he asked, his voice was cold. Alexander smiled; his expression was calm. “Just getting to know your lovely wife, Victor. She is quite charming.”

My heart hammered inside my chest. “What gift?” I breathed. Before he could answer, a harsh cough shook his entire body. Charles stepped forward immediately, worry flashing in his eyes. “Father, please. Do not push yourself.” But the Alpha King held up his hand in a slow gesture. “Let me speak.” I helped steady him as he caught his breath. He looked at me with eyes that were suddenly sharper, clearer, as if the years fell away for just one moment. “There is something I must tell you,” he said. “Something I should have told you years ago.”

Alexander was talking to the young man, but only himself could hear. Alexander abhorred people who had the habit of smoking, whether it was a man or a woman. He didn’t want to smell their breaths, but Dylan’s? The mixture of his natural scent with cigarettes was pleasant, and that confused him. He quickly looked away from the young man’s slightly parted lips. He wasn’t drunk to be attracted to a man. But if it was Dylan? “Ah, f*ck! I really need to get you fired from your job before I become crazy over you!” Alexander muttered. He quickly turned his back on the still sleeping young man.

‎ ‎Now she understood, behind the cold Alexander was someone so passionate, affectionate, was actually the most loving. ‎To be Continued..... ‎ ‎

“You never had me in the first place.” He stepped closer. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Evelyn’s breath caught as he stopped just in front of her. The fire painted him in gold and shadow, his eyes dark with everything unspoken between them. “You may not be her,” he said softly, “but you carry her heart. And whether you believe it or not, it beats for me.” She swallowed hard, anger and something dangerously tender rising inside her. “That’s not love, Alexander. That’s obsession.”

I touched his chest again, right over his heart. "Your hands may be stained with blood, Alex. But your heart... your heart is pure when it comes to love. You are not a monster. You are a man who had to become strong to survive. And I love you. I love every part of you. I love the scars. I love the pain. I love the power. I love everything." Tears welled up in Alexander's eyes. This cold, hard, terrifying Mafia Boss... was crying. Because of my words.

Her chest started heaving up and down heavily as the monitor indicated disturbances in her heartbeat followed by slow beeping sounds simultaneously coming and going. Alexander shot to his feet as he yelled for doctors. His beard was glistened in tears as the man felt fear. Before he could leave to yell for the doctors the girl grasped his hand. He tried to put the oxygen mask back. The girl smiled angelic as a single precious tear fell from her eye and disappeared into her hairline. Squeezing his hand one last time the girl croaked. "H-app-y m-marriage a-aniversary A-lexan-der...."

She finally said it, her voice cracking as tears slipped down her cheeks. Seeing her like this stirred something deep inside him. A sharp ache tightened in his chest. Alexander slowly released her hands and stepped back as she continued speaking through quiet sobs. Memories suddenly flooded back into his mind. A young girl, about five years old, sitting on the roadside. Crying uncontrollably beside an injured boy who looked no older than eight. Alexander suddenly clenched his chest. His breathing became uneven. What was happening to him? Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the pain became unbearable.

“But do not fret, you are going to be joining her and your family soon. You know, being the last of the Morozov bloodline, I do believe that you are going to want to follow them. Your daughter, being a wolf, would soon follow, considering that she is still far too young to fend for herself in the dark world that you call life.” “You approach my daughter…” “Sweetheart, I am going to kill everything and everyone that you hold dear. I am surprised that you haven’t allowed that to sink into your head until now.” He said, giving me a cold smirk. “The last person to die is going to be Alessandro. The man is going to have the worst of your deaths for everything that…” His eyes widened in surprise a