Novel & Cerita Mattia And Alejandro

Alpha Rick entered the room. "What brings you here?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously since everyone had decided on a new meeting place. "I am her mate," He said. I unintentionally let go of what I am holding, "Who's your mate?" I said, releasing some of my aura, mixing it with killing intent. "Melissa, sire," He answered me politely.

Date = 23 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Damion “Hi, Sorella (Italian = sister)!” Alejandro’s voice cuts through the kitchen like he owns the place. He strides in, all confidence and teeth, scoops Mel up from behind, and swings her clean off her feet. “Eeehh!” she shrieks — pure surprise — before looping her arms around his neck and laughing breathlessly. She leans in and whispers something in his ear.

He had never smiled at me before. “Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Valerian of Alvannia.” Father entered the palace after the trumpets had been played. I and Valerian entered behind him. Up till this moment, I never knew he named Valerian after himself. The stares I received outside were nothing compared to the stares I received from the crowd of people in the large room as I walked down the carpeted aisle. I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me.

"Don't you worry too much about me either, darling. I'm happy where I am, and I've got your grandfather looking after me. Now tell me, what is this Alpha's name?" "Sebastian Tate," I say. Her eyes stray away to something behind me. Glancing back, I see my mate standing in the doorway, and my heart skips a beat as my nerves shoot up.

Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm and confident, like any Alpha’s. “I’m Victoria Bia... Greco,” I corrected myself with a sigh that came out way too natural. “And this is my mother, Antonella Bianchi.” Mom nodded politely, but I knew that look, the distrust in it, as she sized up my mate’s “partner.” Mom sat beside the Matriarch, and honestly, I wanted to sit across from her, anywhere but wedged between Lorenzo and his little friend. “Don’t worry about the formalities, stay in your plac...”

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

Alejandro remarked, taking a sip of his wine. "Do you expect me to sit back and relax while I’m in enemy territory?" Murat shot back with a sarcastic scoff. Alejandro’s lips curled into a faint smile as he twirled his wine glass in his hand, his gaze still locked onto Murat. "You’re right," Alejandro admitted. His eyes flickered toward the deep red hue of the wine in his glass before he mused, "I wouldn’t be surprised if Diego already knows about our last meeting. Maybe he’s trying to find out what we discussed."

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

and Matias spin around, and lo to behold, Alejandro was coldly looking in his direction. Matias looks at me, and he smiles sweetly. His mood changes. “As much as I love and enjoyed playing a bully human being here. Alejandro needs me, Cammy. I am glad that you come with us, my not-so-little Cameron.” And then he hugged me tightly. “Please, don’t do it again, okay, you can come to me, and I will help you hide Alejandro's baby,” Matias whispered to my ears, and I can’t help but giggle. That makes Matias laughs so hard. “Matias Roman!” Alejandro’s voice echoed inside the private plane.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.