Hunger Games Alexander Ludwig Novels & Stories

The Queen roared as people dragged her away, but I didn’t care about her. Alexander slumped back against his calves, holding his ribs. I dropped Maggie and rushed to his side as he tossed the organ to the ground. “Alexander.” I whispered, holding his shoulders as he fell forward, “Hey, hey,” I shook him, “Stay with me. Stay awake.” I looked around to see the shield almost enough for Lachlan to get underneath. “Someone! Someone help me!” I cried, Alexander, slumping against my shoulder. I noticed that Alexander was bleeding through his shirt heavily, making me lay him flat to inspect his wounds. There was a large gash on his side, bleeding badly. Mixed with the trauma to his head, it would ha

" Jack said in disgust. "You mean Alex has many women around him? " "Of course, you see how he looks? But we know that he only likes you, and we are hoping you'll come soon. Sir Alexander has a temper and cold, which all change when you arrive. "I also notice the first time I meet him. Do you guys also know who he is? " "So he told you about his real identity? " "Yes, he accidentally said his surname is Larson. " "Everyone living in the house knows; Bryan and Dustin also know. Sir Alexander is the wealthiest man in the country. And you are lucky to have him. He isn't only rich but has a very kind heart despite his cold demeanor.

Ivy asked George and he looked at her with cold eyes. "Do you think I'll let you both go Scot-free if he wins the game? There's no way I'm going to do that. " He said and Ivy blinked back tears because she didn't know what more to say. "So who are you going to kill?" She asked and he smiled. A wicked smile. "That's not up to me to decide. Alexander decided that. He picks who gets to live and who gets to die. But if he doesn't find us before his hours are up, then the both of you will be dead." He said and ivy swallowed.

Alexander did all this at an incredible speed, to return to his mate and help him finish the hunters. Lucas and John were sitting under a tree, a bit far from the battlefield. They were scared and weren't experienced enough to fight the hunters. Lucas was very embarrassed and wondered how he could cope with the Five Brothers, the most powerful alphas, those who took care of him and took his defence. Elijah too, he won't dare look in his eyes, especially seeing how Alexander was fighting by his side with all his might. He might be a beta, but he was a thousand times stronger and more cunning than he would ever be.

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.

If he did not hunt Luther and protect humans and werewolves alike, who would? Alexander drew the thick cloak closer around his body as he staggered through the graveyard. He could see where the machines had disturbed the earth. Apparently, the grave sites were being dug up and removed. Now he was alone. Luther was the legendary rogue, the greatest of their people, yet he had fallen as so many had before him. Alexander would have bet his life that he would never have succumbed to the dark whisper of power. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted vengeance. He wanted blood. He wanted Luther’s head.

Lena leaned beside him, a hand on her round belly. “Our little warrior,” Alexander muttered. “He has more courage than I have in his age. Lena laughed quietly. “And he has your temperament. Look at him — he defends whole garden.” Lucas noticed his parents and ran to them, raised the sword. “Papa! Mom! Come on! The evil dragon wants to steal the treasure!" Alexander went into his knees, took his son's wood sword and pretended to be he'll check it. “A good sword, Sir Lucas. But a real knight also needs a

I ran into the hallway. The air was full of gray smoke and the smell of gunpowder. Alexander was standing over Gideon Ross, who was groaning on the floor. Blood covered Gideon’s face, and his arm was bent in a wrong way. Alexander reached down and picked up the silver flash drive that had fallen from Gideon’s pocket, the stolen software keys. “Marcus, clear the stairs,” Alexander ordered, breathing hard. He turned to look at me, his eyes quickly checking my body and the two boys in my arms. When he saw that we were not hurt, relief crossed his face.

I despised my own existence and longed for death to accompany Alexander. I wept into the pillow, gentle tears streaming down my face. My clothes were torn and scattered across the floor. Luca had instructed me to remain in the room, expressing concern that I might collaborate with the other members of Alexander's pack. I found myself confined once more. I confided in Claudius about my recent struggles with my health, particularly since learning about Alexander's passing. I sought comfort and support from him during this difficult time. It was completely untrue, and I wished Claudius would start thinking rationally. I followed Luca's instructions, doing my best to stay calm despite his frustr

Maddox bows back wordlessly. Bethesda turns to leave, but suddenly her eyes catch Alexander who had been silent since the ritual began. Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head. Her eyes flutter to where I am leaning against him, and with a blush, I pull away. I hadn’t realized I’d been using the Alpha’s son as a support pillar. “Who are you?” She questions in a curious voice. “My name is Alexander Blackwood,” Alexander introduces himself, sounding confused. “Why are you here? What relation do you have to this young woman or the Alpha?” Bethesda inquires, and Maddox answers.