Christopher Berrios Novels & Stories

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

“I did some digging and found out you were not in support of Allen's act, so he tried to kill you, we are both victims, and I want us to take revenge.” “I am sorry, Maria, but I can't do that, I will kill Allen myself,” he growled getting up from his seat. “Allen is not in your league anymore, you can't kill him anymore, thanks to your lie, I was kicked out of the company and Allen became a member of The Rodriguez's group, almost becoming chairman of the company.” “I will get him myself, you don't worry,” he said and stormed out. How resilient…but foolish. Adam walked towards me. “What should we do?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

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Piper "It's all my fault—" "Ryder, this isn't the time to blame yourself—" "But it is my fault," Ryder repeats, his voice breaking as he falls to his knees, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His chest heaves with ragged breaths. I stare at him, speechless. Seeing someone as strong as Ryder—Elijah’s second-in-command, the fearless Beta—reduced to this shattered, terrified man is unnerving. But I know exactly what he’s feeling.