Carlos From Descendants Two Novels & Stories

He appeared to be in perfect shape and still looked hot even after returning from war. Carlos was the precious son of Alpha Varlos and Goldmoon pack's successor. As the pack's apparent heir and the incoming Alpha, he had been putting in a lot of training. To please his father, he had engaged in numerous wars, discovered numerous treasures, and even vanquished an entire pack. He was his father's pride and joy, and the entire pack looked up to him as the next worthy Alpha of the Goldmoon pack. "Long live the prince!" The pack members bowed to him respectfully and said in unison. Carlos smiled warmly at them as he passed by, followed closely by some sentinels.

I said softly. Dante’s eyes cut to me, sharp and furious. I held his gaze, unblinking. “Nico’s been a vital piece of everything. You don’t have to like it. You only have to understand it.” Carlos finally laughed, sudden and bright. He pulled me closer until my head tipped against his shoulder. “Look at you,” he said to Dante, almost teasing. “You thought you married a docile little flower, but instead you’ve got La Rosa Nera sitting beside you, and her family too. You’re stuck with us now, brother-in-law.”