Mattia Polibio And Alejandro Novels & Stories

"I-I'm Phil. Phil Page." Alejandro stalks over to him like a wolf—nice and slow with dark intentions in his eyes. He shakes Phil's hand and smiles forcibly; he has a good four to five inches on Phil's height, and Phil realizes how badly he messed up when he can't even level his eyes with Alejandro's. "Alejandro Quintanilla," he replies coldly. Phil gulps, avoiding Alejandro's stare. Their handshake lasts a very long time. I can see Alejandro tightening his hand around Phil's hand. It gets to a point where Phil pulls away and stretches out his fingers; they're reddened against his pale skin.

Deep down I wished that Romeo was at least not working with my enemy. Before I started the motorbike, a message buzzed on my phone. My brows came together when I noticed they were two photos. One picture was of Matteo who was tied up on a wooden chair with his clothes covered with blood, and the other was of Alessia. The blood in my vessels rushed to my brain, seeing Alessia in the room she had been sleeping in at Leonid, half-naked, it meant someone in Leonid's territory was working for my enemy.

Luca, the mole, betraying Alessandro with Sofia—her intel was right. A shadow moved near the warehouse—Matteo, his tall frame unmistakable, tossing a Molotov cocktail. Alessandro’s men tackled him, but he fought like a cornered beast, his eyes wild with vengeance. Livia’s stomach twisted—Matteo wasn’t just a rival; he was a ghost of Alessandro’s guilt, a son avenging his father. Her tip had stopped the worst, but the fire roared, a symbol of her unfinished war.

Ale replied coldly when the person claimed to recognize her. “What? How can you not recognize me?” “I’m Fabio, Alpha Zach’s cousin. I used to beg you to teach me archery. Kath is Alpha Zach’s mate he misses you terribly.” Yes, he was Fabio. He had often asked Kath to teach him archery, admiring her skills and hoping to become like her. “I’m Ale, not Kath,” Ale replied flatly, not even offering a smile. “Tch. I know you you hate lying. But now you’re lying to me,” Fabio insisted stubbornly. He couldn’t shake the thought that Kath was simply disguising herself. He had been secretly observing Ale’s movements all identical to Kath’s.

I don’t mind. What do I have to lose? It’s not like telling him about myself will hurt me, or Alec. “He’s not an ally of ours,” Matteo claims. I nod. “He isn’t.” “And yet, he protects you, a rebel,” he says. “All because he’s indebted to you?” “I don’t understand it myself,” I admit. “But I can promise you that he doesn’t know anything about this place, at least not from me.” Matteo rubs his face. “I see now how Pollux and Paola escaped the Beta’s prison. I take it he killed the Beta as well, and his wife? All to protect you?”

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

About the blood we spilled, the deals we ran, the women, the fear, the chaos. “You never reached out,” Matteo said after a long pause, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I couldn’t,” I said. “Not after what I did. Alejandro wanted my head.” “He still does,” Matteo muttered. “But he’s not half the man he used to be.” I smirked, I guess the news hadn't reached Florence "Alejandro is dead" Matteo's hands froze mid air "What?" "Old man traced me down to my childhood town, was out for my blood but there's someone who wanted me dead more than he wanted me dead. Why else do you think I'll dare coming back here"

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.

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.

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”