Novel & Cerita Alexander Tekken

All I know is that I came to my senses when Alexander got up and waved a hand on my face. “Earth to mommy,” he teases, and I smack his hand away. “Don’t ever call me that,” I grit out. “Can we… can we talk?” “Sure.” Alexander doesn’t move. “In private,” I hiss, and only then does he move, bringing me to the balcony. “What is happening with you and my son? Why did you teach him that?” “He asked me to,” Alexander says casually. “I happen to know a bit about hacking, so here I am teaching him what I know. I think he got it, though. I gave him a fake practice site and little dude got in—”

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

He made that clear with his dangerous tone. I looked at Landon shaking my head again but it was too late. He had already swung his fist and hit Alex's perfect jaw. I think I heard a crack sound as a result. I was not sure from who the crack sound came from but I suspected it was from Alex. London had a black belt in taekwondo. No way Alex's perfect sharp jawline survived his fist's impact.

his voice was deep, just as I expected, as the words rolled off his tongue. "You're late." "I got a little lost..." I lied. It had taken me five whole minutes to gather the courage to knock on the door. He stood and made his way toward me. The black belt around his waist faced me as he gently gripped my chin, tilting my head up to meet his empty gaze. "I don't like it when people are late, Jenny Anderson." "Then maybe you should give better directions, Alpha Dragon." That sinister smirk remained on his lips as he leaned closer to my ear. His fingers grazed my exposed thigh, pausing at the rhinestones on my dress.

Her voice is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard it takes my breath away for a moment but then I manage to respond. “Good, I’m glad you okay.” I need to remember my manners with this one, she is such a beauty, and I am having a hard time keeping my mind straight, she flusters me and that has never happened before, I have never had a problem with my words, but this one…. she makes me forget everything. I reach my hand out to shake hers and I introduce myself. “I am Alpha Jaxson Thomas of the Red Crest Pack.” She puts her hand in mine and says, “I am Alexandria Wilson, of the Blue Moon Pack.”

His skin went pale for a moment. “ Alex do something!” I heard Creed whisper again “ stop, she's doing fine” he responded.

From this difficult move, everyone could see that he was a master. Big Ken's concern for Zeke did not decrease. Instead, it increased and even said to Alex, "I’m afraid we’re going to lose this round..." Alex became increasingly curious and asked urgently, "Bro, what’s going on? You said that the opponent on the stage is a special fighter. Just how special is he? It can't be...like those TV show protagonists who possess some sort of divine or magical superpower, right?"

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

It was pathetic, watching my twin sister, my other half, unravel over a man who never saw her as anything but a shadow. And the worst part was the fact that she did not realize that he's been using her for a while. It was simple pleasure for him, something and someone that he can control. He did not want her around. “Alpha.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet. My second-in-command stood near the door, shoulders straight, eyes wary. He’d seen this before, the calm before I tore something apart. “You know not to bother me when I am in a mood.” “I believe that you need to hear this from me.” He said, looking away from me as he stepped inside.

"About a bajillion more to go." "Oh, I don't think there's that many," Teddy shook his head. "Maybe half a bajillion." "Wait," Alex stopped them. He looked at Teddy with shock. "You're a warrior?!" "It's nice to see you too, cutey," Teddy winked at him. "I'm not just a good dancer." "You're named Teddy," Alex counted on his fingers. "You're super short. You basically look like an adorable teddy bear. And you're a warrior?"