How Old Is Alvin From Alvin And The Chipmunks Novels & Stories

She cried when Calvin grabbed both her thighs and turned her body into a 360-degree turn, throwing her on the bed. He smirked before speaking, “You are barely twenty-two or twenty-three, and I have been training for the last twenty-four years.” Ethlyn was still in shock at Calvin’s move. “What… what’s your age, Alpha Calvin?” She asked because Calvin didn’t look like too old to her. Maybe because he had maintained his figure, and also, werewolves grow old more slowly than humans. “I’m Thirty-two.” ‘He is nine years older than me.’ Ethlyn thought. ‘In that way, even his younger sisters will be older than me.’

So, even Alvin's real age was a mystery to those who didn't know him. If they hadn't seen Alvin's files, almost no one knew his real age. Alvin's bronze skin looked striking under the light. Even if he was middle-aged, his aura could not be matched by ordinary people. After coming out of the elevator, Alvin glanced at the sides and saw Santiago, Hadrian, and the others. He stepped towards them. Jepherson did not get up, still sitting on the chair. His gaze did not change, and he was always staring at Stuart inside the glass window.

Melody’s POV “Melody, my dear girl!” I was immediately wrapped into a hug by the old man. Alvin Thatcher was in his eighties now, gray hair speckled with white marking him as human along with his wrinkles and weathered appearance. His tweed coat was wrinkled from the long trip, a weathered brown suitcase by his side. “I am so sorry about the key!” I slowly let go of Alvin and stepped back, picking up the man’s suitcase.

‘Alvin! At the center of the group of boys was Alvin. Brown hair, cut short according to school policy, slightly arched thick brows, hooded eyes, straight nose, wide lips and a hint of a mustache above it. He was one of the tall boys in the class and his shoulders were roughly the same width as his hips and waist. He was slender, maintaining it well as he's also one of the athletes. The boys stopped where they were. “Oh? You guys are playing guitar? Nice. Can I listen?” Alvin sat down on the bench.

I decide to test the waters. " How young are we talking about ? " Alvin asks, staring at me. " Your age maybe? " I ask and watch as his expression turns serious. " Do you have someone in mind? " he asks. " Maybe. " " Does she make you happy? " " Yes. Very much. " " If she is who I am thinking of, then it's alright. You deserve happiness papa and if that woman makes you happy, then no problem." Alvin says.

My blood ran cold as winter. Alpha Malric leaned forward on his throne, delighted. “The rules are simple, dove,” he said with a low chuckle that slid over my nerves like a razor. The sound alone made every hair on my body rise. “This is Alvin.” The beast-man huffed, eyes darting wildly. “He was my favorite toy to break.” His grin widened, savoring my horror. “Thirteen years he has been locked in darkness. Thirteen years without a taste of freedom.”

I tried to shift my chair from him but he stopped me by holding my hand. "Don't move." He said and surprisingly wore a smile. His smile was quite inviting. "Okay, I won't." I exhaled. "So.." his smile became even wider, and my heart was beating faster at the uniqueness of his smile. "I'm Alvin Robert, I'm 26, your boss. I've loved you for almost two years." Could he just skip this? I already knew all of this. "I've always been boring but I assume I was more fun as a kid."

I hung up and watched him walk up to me. Alvin is such an interesting person and I got to find out a little more about him. He is an only child and never knew his parents. He grew up with his uncle at the Bluemoon pack and picked up his love for football at five. His uncle says he’s just like his father— a lover of football… and he has a combination of beauty from his parents. We talked a little about our personal lives yesterday. Although I didn’t say much about my family, I told him about how I ended up here in the mooncrest college… while Alvin is currently in his masters to get a career in sports, he was assigned as the assistant football team coach.

I make easy conversation until I sense they're all in a good mood. "Alina?" I ask, looking at her. Late thirties and super nice face, she smiles and waits for whatever I have to say, "Your son, Jonathan, he’s… seven years old, right?" "Yes. He's going to turn eight in march," she responds, "Yours is younger, right? He looks a bit older. And big. But so, so cute."

I pulled up a friendly gesture and she smiled. "Nice to see that you're doing great for yourself!" Her voice seemed delightful to hear and Alvin smiled at me. I might never have noticed but he had a very cute dimple that matched with his baby face. That made him one of the handsome omegas in the palace. "Hey Alvin, nice to see you again. Thanks for that day when you offered me some water in that tunnel." He giggled excitedly and I sat down on the rock. "You have quite a good memory, I never thought you would remember."