Alexander Ludwig As Cato Romane & Geschichten

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.

Or how else would these pretty men keep popping up in front of me all the time? "Greetings Your Highnesses, I am Earl Edgar von Vilavelt of Leutenberg, your assigned tutor on political and historical sciences." The lord of Leutenberg introduced himself with a curt bow, his mien was mild yet so very austere that I couldn't really figure out what kind of character he actually was. But I could almost taste the queasy behaviour of prince Alexteris beside me. I frowned at this guy's sudden strange conduct, why did I smell some interesting background tale behind this guy's unusual behaviour?

I muttered, and kept my eyes averted as Tristan took his seat and started to conference call. The call connected within seconds, masculine voices came across the speaker filling the room with their greetings which Tristan returned calling each man by name. While I knew each of the Alphas by sight, I didn't know them well enough to distinguish them by voice alone, so I sat in silence as the greetings were made trying to put each name to a voice. "So, what's this all about Leroux?" I was fairly sure that was Catoil, his tone contemptuous and I felt myself frowning, I really did not like that man. He was pompous and seemed to think he was better than everyone else.

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!”

Goddess please help me! “Sounds like a plan. What do you two think?” Tyson asked Cato and me. I smile at Cato but my eyes are telling him to say no but he doesn’t. He nods with approval. What’s going on? Cato agreed we will only be a man and wife on paper so why is he agreeing to see me so often? What is this boy thinking? “We think that’s a great idea,” Cato answered. Tyson nods, “it’s settled then shall we play a game of charades?” He asked.