Alexander Ludwig As Cato Novels & Stories

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

Alexander was calm, defensive, waiting for his moment. "You are nothing!" Lucian spat, swinging wildly. "You are just a boy playing King!" "And you are just a ghost living in the past," Alexander replied coolly. "Cassius is dead. His time is over. Now is the time of peace. And you are trying to destroy it." "I will KILL YOU!" Lucian made a desperate, wild strike. Alexander dodged effortlessly, and with one swift, precise movement, he swept Lucian’s legs and knocked the sword out of his hand.

“It is a game to him. No other can play it. Only I have the potential to defeat him. He would have liked me to attack him. He is probably disappointed that I did not.” The pure, beautiful voice filled their heads. “You have grown soft, Alexander. I was prepared for such an action, yet you passed up the perfect opportunity.” “You looked tired, Luther. I did not want an unfair advantage.” Alexander’s reply was gentle. “You need a rest, you seek ever to find a resting place, a way to leave this world behind.

After the initial groans and grunts as he realised the magnitude of the task, Cato got to work and with every new pile of papers he sorted, his mood lifted. “This box is about someone called Luciano Megestanis,” he said as he peered into a box on the middle shelf. I laughed, “Be glad you’re too young to remember him...” “Who was he?” “An enemy, an ally... an old friend. To you, a cousin, and a man that assaulted your mother. He was many things and few of them good.” “What happened to him?” “He was in the pack prison... and then one day he wasn’t.”

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

Now, everyone saw Lorenzo as desperate, and they had no desire to work with him. Finally, Adam's eyes focused on one man. Adam slowly yet quietly approached the man like a predator approaching its prey. As he was about to walk away, Adam called, "Aléxandros Antíno. Chaíromai pou se gnorízo. Eímai o Áaam Carter. (Alexandros Andino. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Adam Carter.) "I speak English, Adam Carter," Alexandros said, looking offended. "Forgive me. I respect the native language of those I do business with."

I heard the door slam open and the object of my thoughts came in leaving it open behind him. "Ah, you're finally awake,” he said mockingly, his ruddy face giving me a sinister smile, "Okay, so I can tell you about my plans. In an hour, I will meet your faithful dog. He will give me what I want, I will give him what he wants. I’ll go very far and very fast and thus we will all come out winning, don’t you think?” Faithful dog? Alex. My heart beat wildly. Alex was alive and fighting for me.

I tried to keep my voice down to avoid attracting the attention of her co-workers. She shrugged. “I told you. He's just a friend. Stop being so dramatic” Dramatic? I let out a dry, angry chuckle and turned on my heels without looking back. I stormed into Alex's office, chest heaving. “Cedric? Is everything okay?” “Does the name ‘Leo’ sound familiar to you?” “Why do you ask?” “Just answer the question,” I snapped. Alex leaned back in his desk, thoughtfully. “Wasn't he one of the assassins under Antonio?”

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.