Alexander Jongcheveevat Novels & Stories

Nikolai’s POV I adjusted the plain cloak around my shoulders, keeping my head down while I moved through the crowd. The morning sun was scorching a bit higher than it should be for a morning sun. This had been something I’d started doing a few months back. Disguising myself as a trader or merchant and slipping into these border towns unannounced. It gave me a perspective I couldn’t get from pack reports and official channels. I could see how our commerce actually functioned, what traders said when they didn’t know the Alpha was listening, and where the weaknesses in our trade routes were.

Katherine: The Volkov pack smelled like rot dressed in pride. Old blood. Old power. A place that had once mattered. I walked through their hall unchallenged, my scent carefully muted, my presence understated enough to be mistaken for diplomacy instead of threat. The Alpha met me halfway, tall, broad, already uneasy. Alpha Mikhail Volkov. I let my gaze sweep the chamber slowly, deliberately, before offering a faint smile. Not warm. I learned the hard way to never give them the chance to think that they can overlap me.

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.

He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimaldi” Nathan nodded, shaking the man’s hand. The two of us made sure to keep ourselves under control so as not to raise the vampire’s suspicion. Alexander’s eyes were fixed on me for a few seconds before looking at Nathan and taking a step back as he removed his hand “your wife looks like someone that I used to know, a person that was very close to me” “I take it that she was a good friend?” Nathan asked. Alexander smiled and shook his head. “A lover, at least, I liked to consider her that” he said, nodding at me “it was a pleasure meeting

I blush as Tate helps me rebalance. I’ve been drooling over the Alpha and the Beta lately, I hadn’t noticed how hot Tate is. He is a good bit taller than me, but most were. He had dirty blonde hair that was curly on top but his sides were shaved short and his bulky muscles were all but hidden in his black t-shirt.

This student only attended her first lesson, and wasn't present for her second one. Alpha King. Jaxon grolwed and slipped the letter to Olivia. Where was she?

That calm irritated me more than any taunt would have. My lips still tingled. And the fact that I kissed him back made me angrier than I should have been. Because the second his mouth touched mine, my wolf had surged forward and whatever anger I’d been holding onto had shifted into something hotter, more dangerous. “Do you want wine?” Alexander asked, breaking the moment of silence. “Yes, please.” I said, and he nodded before getting up and pouring the two of us our glasses. He handed me mine before he sat down as he took a sip of his own.

President enticed him using the highest position as thee chief of staff, but the cold and aloof Jude rejected totally. This same Jude was the one whom Alexis was able to exchanged blow with and still remained standing. therefore the security trying to stopped Alexis from advancing towards the restaurant, looked to be the biggest joke ever knew and heard, because Alexis just dodge all the men as they all make attempt to stopped her, the men all appeared like they were all slow as a snail to Alexis.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

It’s time to call Alexei Petrov, the talented young computer specialist who works for me from my base in London. Alexei, in his early twenties, stands at around 5′10″ with a lean and athletic physique. His short black hair is often in disarray, and his piercing blue eyes constantly scan the room with intense focus. His usual attire consists of skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. Intricate tattoos adorn his arms, including a circuit board on his left bicep, showcasing his passion for hacking.