Alexander Ludwig As Cato Novels & Stories

Alexander knew that Charlotte had also been struggling to find Keanu and Karletta, and he took this chance to talk to her and search for them together. However, the temptation proved too firm, and Alexander, seduced by Charlotte's beauty, attempted to rape her. Unexpectedly, Keanu appeared and repeatedly punched Alexander. Keanu became even more confident that the "fake" Lucius could never stand a chance against him, as the honest Lucius was a skilled fighter, his body far more resilient from years of training as a spy and trusted member of the Oweis family.

Third Person POV “I’m taking her.” The words slithered into the night like a death sentence. Pedro stilled, his hands curling into fists at his sides. A slow, menacing breath passed through his lips, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. Then, he laughed. A low, dark chuckle that sent chills slithering down Aelia’s spine. “Sei più stupido di quanto ricordassi, Cassius.” (You’re even more foolish than I remember, Cassius.)

Caterina answered irritably as she turned to look at Leonardo. Alex immediately burst into laughter. “Calm down, Kate. This baby really needs special experts like you."

And now this guy was stepping in? He gave Romeo a look that said, You got a better idea for cleaning this up? All of this didn’t escape Luther. He’d been watching from the sidelines, bored, but now he smiled like he’d just found his entertainment for the night. He strolled over, smirking. “Wow, wow, wow. Look who’s here. You must be Romeo. Thanks for...” He stopped when he saw Alex’s ruined clothes. Then he burst out laughing.

Lucian looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but is too polite or too bored to leave. Aristotle is sitting across from me like we’re not one wrong sentence away from tearing the place apart. This is bonding, apparently. “Relax,” Alexander says, swirling his drink lazily. “No one’s trying to kill anyone.” I glance at him. “That’s optimistic.” Lucian snorts quietly into his glass. “I give it ten minutes,” he mutters. “Eight,” Alexander counters. “Five,” I say flatly. Aristotle raises a brow. “You always this dramatic?”

If I can fool him, I’ll be safe to drive home where I’ll have to fool papa and, worse, Katrina. Alexander sighed, shaking his head, running a hand over his blonde hair. He’s really far too handsome for his own good. He’s accepted my sexuality since he was old enough to understand what it meant. Too bad he couldn’t be my mate. I mean, it’s not like we are actually cousins. There are no blood ties between us. And it would be so much easier. Tragically he’s not my mate and as straight as they come. ‘We don’t need anyone else. We have a mate. We don’t know his name, but we have him. He will come around. Crista came around for your father and Chesed.’ Duilio encouraged.

Blades clashing in the distance like some memory was still fighting to survive. Cato sat on a stone, polishing a dagger. His armor looked heavier here. So did his heart. “You came,” he said without looking up. “You called me.” He set the blade down. “I thought about not letting you in. Some truths don’t deserve to be remembered.” I stepped forward. “Then tell me anyway.” The world shimmered. I saw Cato younger—taller, less armored, smiling in a way I’d never seen him smile in waking life. He was holding hands with a woman.

"Alpha Lucius, tell this woman to get out of my sight, don't let a loser interfere with our duel!" After speaking with Lucius, he turned towards my direction, “Oh my darling Livia, how badly I wanted to exempt you from this battle, but you actually chose this loser over me… get ready to die alongside with him. Lucius seemed to have some anger at Alexander’s words, but after he locked eyes with me, some disdain appeared on his face. "Alexander, I don't think you understand by now that you're actually a punk who's worse than even a woman." "Damn, you fart!”

I despised my own existence and longed for death to accompany Alexander. I wept into the pillow, gentle tears streaming down my face. My clothes were torn and scattered across the floor. Luca had instructed me to remain in the room, expressing concern that I might collaborate with the other members of Alexander's pack. I found myself confined once more. I confided in Claudius about my recent struggles with my health, particularly since learning about Alexander's passing. I sought comfort and support from him during this difficult time. It was completely untrue, and I wished Claudius would start thinking rationally. I followed Luca's instructions, doing my best to stay calm despite his frustr

My mind rushed back to that time in the club where I successfully seduced Logan but failed miserably when it came to actually killing him, So actually, Alessandro should be sitting in this chair right now. He's the one who killed him. "I didn't kill Logan. That was Alessandro, you asshole!" "Ah, but you did kill Ivan Petrov, didn't you?" "He killed my fucking father what the fuck do you expect!" I yelled. "You're fucking crazy let me go; Alessandro will come for me, you sick fuck!" "You're not good enough for my son, you're a dirty gold-digging slut, I could have killed you before you two got married that would've