Novelas y relatos de Alexander Sterling

An IV drip was attached to my hand, and weakness all over my body. I turned my head slowly. Alexander Sterling was standing by the window. His arms were folded, his jacket tossed carelessly over the chair beside him, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins of his forearms. The wind from the open window brushed through his dark hair, and the light falling across his face made him look almost unreal. For a moment, he did not even seem human. My eyes stopped on something else. A scar. It stretched from his wrist, running up along his arm and disappearing beneath his shirt.

"I'd say it's good to see you, but I'm working on being more honest." "She's funny," Alex observed, to no one in particular. Sterling's eyes flicked to him. Something shifted. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've---" "Alex Renaud." He didn't extend a hand. "And you are?" "An old friend of Sera's." The proprietary ease of it, the casual Sera, made my stomach turn. "Interesting." Alex pulled out his phone with the unhurried efficiency of someone who had already made a decision. "You're Sterling Prescott?"

Annoyance flickers through me almost immediately afterward. The audacity of this man. My phone buzzes against the desk. Unknown Number. I already know. I should ignore it. Instead, I answer. “How did you get my number?” A low chuckle sounds through the line. “Hello to you too Sweetheart” I hate that the sound still does something to me. “How do you have my number Mr Sterling?” “I have my ways.” Of course he does, he’s Alexander Sterling. Mysterious but extremely powerful in the words of Emily.

He whispered sleepily into my ear, clinging onto me, our bodies intertwined with one another; it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The next morning, Alessandro and I packed, ready to go home, and made a quick trip to the warehouse to pay a little visit to you-know-who. "There he is, he's almost dead bless God," Alessandro brought Ivan Out and put him into the chair in his whining state; Ivan was covered in dried blood and tears; he was shivering cold. Perfect! "Today is your lucky day, my friend," Alessandro said, excited for what was about to happen.

Alex stammered, his mind driving fast to find a reasonable excuse. Margaret raised a hand, silencing him. "Save your explanations, Alexander. This photograph speaks volumes. The stakeholders of Sterling Enterprises are growing increasingly concerned about your... lifestyle choices." Alex swallowed hard, his dry throat. He knew the implications of his grandmother's words. As the heir apparent to Sterling Enterprises, his behavior reflected not only on himself but on the entire company.

Both men freeze. My heart hammers, but I don’t stop. I take another step, then another, until I stand directly before the Alpha of Black Hollow. I can smell his wolf now—old, strong, prideful. “State your challenge,” I say. Roderic studies me, searching for weakness. “By ancient right,” he says slowly, “I refuse to kneel to a Crown untested. I claim the right of refusal.” The words hit like a dropped stone. Blake exhales quietly. “Bold.”

Alexander whispered in a low, husky tone. Victoria smiled, her posture poised, regal, and full of unyielding conviction as she took his hand. Side by side, Victoria Sterling and Alexander Vance stepped out into the hallway, ready to command the world they had so effortlessly conquered.

She took a slow, deep breath, steadying the quickened beat of her heart. The door opened behind her with a subtle click. Alexander Sterling stepped into the room, impeccably dressed in a dark bespoke suit. The usual formidable, icy distance that once characterized his presence had transformed into an aura of calm, absolute certainty. His dark eyes met hers in the mirror, softening instantly as he walked across the polished marble floor to stand directly behind her.

His dark blue eyes darkened significantly as he read the name. "Her name is Victoria Sterling," Alexander said, his voice dropping into a low, tense whisper that chilled me to the bone. "She’s the head of board compliance... and she happens to be my ex-fiancée."

​At the far end of the altar, standing beneath an archway woven entirely from white orchids and silver vines, stood Alexander Sterling. ​He wore a custom black bespoke tuxedo with subtle midnight-blue undertones, his broad shoulders and commanding posture exuding absolute power. But as his dark obsidian eyes locked onto mine, the cold, untouchable king of the financial underworld melted away. His gaze was filled with raw, breathtaking wonder and an unbreakable, devouring love.