Novel & Cerita Mattia And Alejandro

the man beams with joy, as they both shook hands, “ It is an honor to be here, Alpha Darren,” My mate spoke with no emotions in his voice or face. “ This is my mate and Luna, Macy,” Liam introduced to the couple, the man takes my hands in his with a smile on his face, “ It is a pleasure to finally meet you, beautiful one,” “ Thank you,” I whisper as I clung tight to my man.

“Why are you like this? Why didn’t you return to claim what was yours?” Damon shivered at my words, his whole body tightening as if I had struck a nerve. “Don’t you dare badmouth Dane,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “He is my alpha.” “Your alpha?” I scoffed. “You are the true Alpha of the Whitemoon Pack! Dane’s nothing but a murderer, the one who killed my mother... your mate. The one who killed our family. The one who snatched away everything from us. You should fight against him, not for him. He is no match for you, papa!”

“I meant no disrespect.” Alejandro’s gaze swept across the room, his red eyes glowing with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. “Let me make one thing clear,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Yolanda is my mate, my queen, and my equal. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me. And I do not tolerate disrespect.”

We’d stayed clear of each other until tonight. Matteo and his crew slithered into the crowd of students at his back. The pressure on my arm increased and I finally allowed myself to really look at Alessandro. His angelic face, square jaw, and high cheekbones accented deep-brown eyes, a shade lighter than Maria’s, but the lighter tint didn’t soften them. If anything, they caught the reflection of light from above and made you think of a wild tiger ready to pounce. He wore black distressed jeans with a blue long-sleeved designer pullover that accented his muscles that were larger close-up than they had been with the sly peeks I’d taken across campus. “You’re mine. Stay the fuck away from Roman

Alejandro’s eyes issued a silent, deadly challenge. "Alejandro was a model host while you were away," I forced out. "A complete gentleman." "You keep saying that. It makes me think you’re hiding something." "It's the truth." "Why would he lie for me, Teo?" Alejandro’s voice was smooth as silk. Mateo’s gaze lingered on the space between us for one heartbeat too long, then he grabbed my waist and hauled me against him. "Now that I'm home, I can finally do all the things I’ve been picturing." He crushed his mouth to mine, a dominant, territorial kiss that tasted of possessiveness. My hands went to his chest, clutching the fabric as he tried to overwrite Alejandro's scent with his own. Behind me

A secretive smirk appeared on Alejandro's face as he looked at his advocate strict brother, who was raging in anger. "What did you do now huh?" Mateo asked Alejandro not receiving any reply for his first question. With his voice sounding deep and firm Alejandro still remained less bothered by him. Leonardo lazily sat beside Alejandro as he sighed dramatically. "Just had some quality chat time with my fiancé, what's wrong in that?" Alejandro spoke sarcastically as Mateo snorted at his attitude. His vibe could tell that he was up something. "You know well what is wrong in that. Now tell me what did you do?"

says hello to Ale, "are you ready?" "Good morning Matt, yes, I'm going to get my bags." Alejandra says and enters her room in search of her things. "Hi love," I greet Matthew with a kiss on the lips. "Come in, I'm going to get my things too," I tell Matt with a smile.

He said, his deep voice resonating in the room. The two men that had accompanied us here stood in the doorway. “Alpha Matteo Bianchi, I appreciate the welcome.” Alejandro said standing up. The men hugged as if they had met before, but I knew that wasn’t the case. “Queen Luna.” He bowed his head slightly and I bowed mine. He held his hand out and I took it, he gave it a firm shake before taking the seat opposite, the curiosity to know what was wrong with his leg intrigued me and I was tempted to ask.

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.

A servant poured wine even though it was barely noon. The table was spread with delicacies, cheeses, olives, thin slices of prosciutto, fruits glistening like jewels. But the real feast wasn’t on the table. It was in their eyes. They were here to feed me something else. Information, Doubt, Or a proposition. Matteo didn’t waste time. “Alejandro is young,” he began, slicing into a pear with his knife. “Ambitious. Charismatic, yes. But charisma without foresight is dangerous.”