Hephaestion And Alexander Relationship Novels & Stories

But this one was much stronger and rebellious than his obedient, weak wife. He can’t control Alexander as his wish. He once thought, this useless son of his won’t be fit as his heir as he didn’t have his ruthless behaviour. But now that he was laying on his death bed and knew who was the cause to his downfall, he really underestimate Alexander. “She is stunning, isn’t she? My mother.” Alex chuckled and shook his head. He brought the frame with him and put it on the table next to the bed. “But even this beautiful and soft-hearted woman beside you, she still didn’t enough.”

We’d been friends for so long, it was almost shameful how quick I was to think that he had anything to do with the rogues. At the time, the pressure to get through the war and having to deal with the feral rogues was too much to bear. It was easy to let my mind wander to a far darker place. Granted there were moments in which Alexander’s action truly left me puzzled, I knew that he was likely just carrying out the responsibilities given by his father. What many people didn’t know was that Alexander had a tough relationship with his father, the king. For most of his childhood, he was always being compared to everyone else around him. Never being made to feel good enough or worthy of the title

He had watched Alexander gut someone with an ecstatic look on his face making sure they didn't pass out all through it but nothing could compare to the version he was when he had Hezekiah by his side. He still wasn't a fan of... Them, but it was hard not to see that they loved each other. Hezekiah was the honest, brooding type. Smart. Strategic, but uptight, and the only times he ever seemed to be having any fun were with Alexander and the twins while for the blue eyed male, he stopped looking like a bloodlust demon with them. It was like whatever darkness that was eating up Xander vanished when he came home, though lately, things had began to change between them, tension keeping them apart.

he parted his lips this time with a smirk. Alex was a born enemy to Max, related by blood and bonded as rivals. Alexander King, the eldest grandson of the King's lineage refused to accept defeat, not from the younger brother. It occurred to him that grandpa King favored Max more than him but his reckless sentimentality made a great contribution to it which he failed to notice or probably was blinded by foes and hatred.

Zephyr affirmed, attempting to diffuse the situation. "Alright, if that's your decision," Alexander said absentmindedly, his mind preoccupied with other thoughts. Tensions were running high in the air, the weight of responsibility heavy on both of them. They knew they had no choice but to work alongside each other for the sake of maintaining peace among their communities. After all, Alexander's mother was married to Zephyr's father, intertwining their destinies in a way that demanded cooperation, regardless of personal feelings or conflicts. Despite Alexander's concerted efforts to focus solely on his work, he couldn't shake the memory of his encounter with his stepbrother's wife in the libr

The anger on my face slowly vanished. "Look who we have here" I uttered with a sly smirk still plastered on my face. "Done with the hide-and-seek game? Alex?" Alexander is a friend like a brother to me, he's also the late king's son. His father and I are best friends when they were kids. When his father was still alive, my Dad was his right hand man. I have no idea what came over him for the past few weeks. He has been avoiding me for no reason.

He was a true playboy, always looking for his next conquest. However, Alexander had a softer side when it came to his family. He had a close relationship with his mother, who had always supported and encouraged him. His father had passed away when he was young, and he had always felt a deep sense of responsibility to make his father proud. He also had a younger sister whom he adored, and would do anything to protect.

"We have a terrible relationship, Alexander and I... I know he never talks about me. Mira was his favorite. But, I do love him. I just wanted his future to be bright. Mira... Her death will hurt him for a long time." "I'm sorry about your loss Mr Christos." "I made my bed Helena. Now I must lie in it." He sighed. We both looked at the child beside the boat. I rested my palm on my womb. I hope he looks just like his father. I don't see it any other way. Alexander resembles his father. If the gene holds, it will be a perfect continuation of their bloodline. "Where is he? Our baby is close. He promised to be there when his son is born. Where is he?" I nearly referred to him as my husband but I

“Alexander is not an only child, did you know that?” she asked me, picking at the blades of grass around her legs. “No, I didn’t.” “Well, he was actually the youngest of three. He had an elder brother and sister. Elena and Thomas. Thomas was set to be the next Alpha King, it was never meant for Alexander. So as a child he didn’t really have many burdens on his shoulders. He was free to make friends and chase about the castle walls with us all.

Alexander narrowed his eyes at him; he was dangerously close to impertinence. "That is possible but I don't see why I should do that." "Gifting them would help you strengthen your bond with him and his realm," Ash reminded him. "As I am certain you have thought now too," he added. He had never underestimated Alexander; the King was as least as good, if not better, a strategic leader as he was. "True," Alexander admitted. He looked intensely at the young man bending the knee before him. Amazing how much strength he managed to maintain while doing that. "Now I understand why you were always such a formidable enemy."