Don't Call My Name Alejandro Novels & Stories

"I-I'm Phil. Phil Page." Alejandro stalks over to him like a wolf—nice and slow with dark intentions in his eyes. He shakes Phil's hand and smiles forcibly; he has a good four to five inches on Phil's height, and Phil realizes how badly he messed up when he can't even level his eyes with Alejandro's. "Alejandro Quintanilla," he replies coldly. Phil gulps, avoiding Alejandro's stare. Their handshake lasts a very long time. I can see Alejandro tightening his hand around Phil's hand. It gets to a point where Phil pulls away and stretches out his fingers; they're reddened against his pale skin.

I wanted to take a step back but couldn’t. Alexander arched an eyebrow mockingly. “A call boy?”

Now she was back in town she could no longer ignore Britney because she knew she could run into her. Anastasia decided to call the line Britney used years ago and it rang. Anastasia had no idea if Britney was still using the line. On the first ring, a voice said "hello", Anastasia knew it was Britney. "Britney it's Anastasia ", Anastasia had said and immediately tears came to her eyes. Walking away from her family and friends had been really hard and hearing her friend's voice suddenly made her emotional. "Ana, was I such a bad friend that you would turn your back on me too", Britney said.

“You hesitated.” “I was thinking!” “Say the name again. Look me in the eyes and say it.” “Carlos Martinez.” “Look at me, Alejandro.” He met her gaze, but something flickered there—fear. “You’re lying,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “Then why can’t you look at me when you say his name?” “I am looking at you!” “No. You’re looking through me. Like I’m a wall. Like I don’t matter.” Alejandro dragged both hands through his hair and tugged. “There is no Carlos Martinez, okay? But it’s not what you think!”

Suddenly, I picked up my phone without thinking. I knew I shouldn’t, but I did, and it rang almost immediately. Unknown number. My heart dropped instantly, but I answered anyway, with shaking hands. “Hello…” A soft chuckle came from the other side. Alejandro. “I see you got my message,” he said. My throat tightened. “Please…” I whispered. “Don’t hurt him…” “That depends on you.” Tears filled my eyes again. “I can’t do what you’re asking—” “You can,” he cuts in.

When I saw on my screen the unknown number, I did not hesitate to answer the phone call, thinking that it was Severus. "Hello? Who's this?" I asked the moment I answered the phone call. I didn't know why, but my heart suddenly beat wildly in excitement. Perhaps it was because of Harsha thinking so much that it was Severus who was calling. "Hirre..." But a familiar infuriating voice greeted me. A deep frown suddenly took over my face as I knew full well that it wasn't Severus who called me this time. "It's Alejandro, your mate and your lover for the rest of your life. Please don't ignore me and let me talk with you..."

came a voice from the back of the room and everyone got up, their heads bowing. “Yes, Your Majesty. I meant her but everyone gets it. In any case, she might become a Maxwell, you never know. All I am saying that it is better to stick to neutral maiden names and not treat her like property,” Leo taunted, hinting on taking me from the King. Sebastian smirked and stepped closer in Leo’s space. Leo’s back tensed but his face remained stoic.

After everything we had been through, after the secrets and the promises, he was still the same manipulative asshole who had destroyed me in high school. My phone rang on the bedside table. I almost ignored it, but the number was unfamiliar. I answered with a shaky voice. “Mia? It’s Jake. Your ex from college. Listen to me. You need to get out of that hospital right now. Someone’s coming for you. Assassins. Sent by the person you love the most. Ryder. He’s not who you think he is. Leave now. I’ll explain everything later. Just run.” The line went dead.

“Please.” Alejandro closes his eyes. When he opens them, they shimmer, not just with emotion, but something other. Something ancient. “My name is Alejandro Wolfgang,” he begins slowly. “But I carry the blood of someone else entirely. Someone I’ve never met. Someone who left behind… this.” He unclasps the bracelet from his wrist and places it in my palm. It's warm. Almost pulsing.

he ended the call. “Jandro,” Derulo said, turning to him. “Not after you sold me to your Spanish friends,” Alejandro replied, his voice edged with sarcasm. “So how much am I worth now?” Derulo chuckled, walking toward him. “When you walked in, I had to end the call.” “Re llamo?” Alejandro asked, narrowing his eyes. Derulo laughed, his gaze drifting slowly over Alejandro with deliberate precision. “I’ll call you later. That’s what I meant.”