Alexander Young Hearts Novels & Stories

"I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate." The words hit me so hard like a physical blow. I screamed as the pain tore through me, clutching at my heart as if it might stop the agony. I haven't felt this kind of pain in my life. This was way stronger than any heartbreak. I felt like after this moment, there was no point living. A rush of drain through my vein like I’m being stripped off my life. I didn't want this. I never asked for it either. But what choice do I have? To realise my mate, only to be rejected by him on the same night? Can my days ever be better?

“You never had me in the first place.” He stepped closer. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Evelyn’s breath caught as he stopped just in front of her. The fire painted him in gold and shadow, his eyes dark with everything unspoken between them. “You may not be her,” he said softly, “but you carry her heart. And whether you believe it or not, it beats for me.” She swallowed hard, anger and something dangerously tender rising inside her. “That’s not love, Alexander. That’s obsession.”

Jay reached toward her, trembling uncontrollably. “Heart…come…home…” Lena cried harder. “N-no… Jay… STOP—PLEASE—!!” Her glow turned blinding. Jay’s light answered. A vortex of golden-white energy erupted between them— the heart and vessel trying to merge. Elias screamed: “ALEX—DO SOMETHING—!!” Alexander’s heartbeat cracked inside his chest. And he made a choice. Alexander’s First Impossible Sacrifice He let go of fear. He let go of doubt.

It however was boring and even though I would never admit this to my sister or the other college students in my pack, it was lonely. First day of class for junior year would begin tomorrow and I couldn't wait. The whole day I've been having this weird anticipation, like something was gonna happen but I didn't know what. The most difficult part of my life was having to manage school and governing my pack all at the ripe age of 21. At 21, I managed to become the youngest alpha in all of the world, well at least with the documented packs. We can't really tell what goes on with the rogues.

Something whole. This was what they'd been fighting for. This moment. This family. This messy, beautiful, imperfect life. Leo grabbed her nose, giggling. Mira laughed and kissed his forehead. The fireflies danced. The roses bloomed. And somewhere, in a place where ghosts no longer lingered, Victor Delacroix smiled. --- The End.

The rain outside kept up its steady thump-thump-thump against the glass overhead. Alexander's grip on my wrist slowly relaxed, but he didn't drop his hand. Instead, he pulled my palm up, pressing it flat against the center of his chest, right over his beating heart. "And the four-year-old boy?" he asked softly. My entire body went stone cold. The air left my lungs all at once. "What... what boy?" I choked out. Alexander leaned forward, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. "The kid with the dark curly hair at your neighbor's apartment," he murmured. "The one my church cameras caught standing near the side exit during our wedding."

Good. I run to Aleister’s side and turn him to face me. He looks at me with sheer terror in his eyes. I lean into his ear, my voice a deathly whisper, “You know, when humans willingly give us their blood, it is unwise to rape and kill their children, Aleister” I thrust my hand into his chest, my claws tearing easily through his flesh and wrapping around his beating heart. His eyes widen in panic as I squeeze the life-giving organ. “May Nyx have no mercy on your soul” I say as I tear out his heart.

“We’ve been chatting here for a while, but you’ve not said much my dear.” Jane is looking at Marianne. “You used to dominate the conversations that sometimes we couldn’t even get a word. I remember that young lady, who had left a year ago. She used to say to you that ‘You have the Heart of Spite’. You would lash out at her and always find something disagreeable on her everytime you see her,” said Jane, chuckling. She deliberately said that to get a reaction from her but surprised to see her calmness.

to this world; Chloe planted it right in the heart of human civilization. "You froze the heart of the earth just because The Invisible Hand froze your cards, darling," Alexander chuckled heavily, his eyes glinting with admiration for Chloe's sadism. He stood up, strode across the jet cabin and trapped Chloe between his strong arms, smelling the scent of his Queen's neck. "You make your king look like a grumpy toddler compared to the scale of destruction your beautiful brain can wreak."

The room was silent after the screen went black. The only sound was Alexander's breathing. He could not get the image of Leo out of his mind. Leo was innocent and vulnerable with a circle over his heart. They were not after his company, Sterling Holdings. They were after his son, Leo.. They knew about Leo's heart condition. Alexander was scared. This fear was beneath his anger. Now it was out in the open.