Mattia Polibio And Alejandro Novels & Stories

Last I checked, only Alejandro and I were around but I was hearing multiple voices. “Per favore, non lo so!” (Please, I don’t know anything!) That voice sounded very familiar, way too familiar. “Bugiardo! Lo so tutto.” ( Liar! I know everything.) It was clear who roared and I feared what I was walking into but I couldn’t stop walking. I was at the bottom staircase where backs were turned to me. I didn’t need to see the face to know whose body it belonged to, Capello and Alejandro had quite different physiques.

he greeted. Alexandro didn't smile back. His face was flat as usual. "Fabio." The doctor, Fabio Moretti, shifted his gaze to me. His eyes were warm, friendly, making me feel slightly calmer. "You must be Lucia. I'm Fabio, Alex's old friend. Though he'd never admit I'm his friend." He smiled again. I didn't know how to respond. Friend? Alexandro had friends? "Do an ultrasound. I want to know if she's pregnant or not," Alexandro said.

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

I slowed near the corner. That was when I heard his voice. Low. Controlled. Dangerously calm. “No,” Matteo said. “Not yet.” I stopped breathing. “I know what Severiano thinks,” he continued. “Let him.” A pause. “Yes. Alejandro. I understand.” My heart dropped. Alejandro. Severiano's archenemy. “I’m inside,” Matteo said. “He trusts me enough. He always has.” Another pause. “No. The girl is not a problem yet. Not even Rafael.”

The night air was thick with tension as Dino, Luciana, and Tomiwa made their way through the dimly lit alleyways. The city pulsed with an undercurrent of danger, each shadow a potential threat. Alejandro had vanished after his betrayal, and now they had to regroup. But they weren’t alone. A figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering streetlamp. Capello. His face was lined with worry, but his posture remained firm. He had been tracking their movements ever since Rafael’s men had attacked.

Diego: “You could have been badly hurt, Diego. How could you go to them when you know that they are not allies? They could have killed…” “The Alpha and Beta are Lea’s great uncle and grandfather.” I said, stopping mom. Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room.

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...”

"Yes, Aleks.. It's him.." "You fucker!!" Aleksandr yelled before charging towards Andrej and landing a series of hard blows on his face. Aleksandr would rather have had beef with the devil than to do business with Fabrizio Colpani. The two hated each other immensely, as they were rivals in the Los Angeles market, and now, Andrej had gone to frolic with the damn Italians. When he ceased from striking Andrej, he calmed himself and asked again, "But, still, how the fuck does that connect to my Coochie being missing?"

“He was the heir before me. Groomed for the throne. Father always said Matteo was born for war.” Dominic lifted his head. “You think he resents you for taking the reins?” Alex’s jaw clenched. “No. I think he’s spent years planning this. All of it.” He glanced down at the classified files retrieved from the Verona database — most redacted, but some unsealed by Sophia’s hack before she’d been taken. And there, amid the coded names and chemical symbols, two identifiers stood out: Subject Alpha: Matteo D. Subject Omega: Sophia R.