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“Alex my boy, your father is dead”she cried profusely “he took his last breath early hours of the day” she said. Alex's phone falls from his hand shakingly and he staggered back, holding unto his throbbing head. “Gawd! why?why now” he groaned painfully and sat on the bed “Jace get me my drugs!” he roared already getting agitated but it was too late as he began scattering the entire room speaking incoherent words, slowly loosing his mind.

Her smile was weak as the pain was making her tired. Nueva did what she said and ran up the small porch and opened the front door. Inside on a chair, laid an old patchwork blanket neatly folded. Nueva wrapped herself in it and rushed back outside to Perla. Alpha Gray looked drained as he stepped out of the pickup truck. He was dressed in grey tracksuit pants and a white t-shirt covered in blood and dirt; his typically styled hair was messy. Alpha Gray's weary eyes soon turned wide as he looked around with a bewildered frown. The area in front of Perla's cottage was wet and muddy. Pieces of clothes lay scattered around in the dirt together with piles of leaves, and a few meters away laid the

" the small child chastises me as if he was ruler. Alpha Grayson lays against the wall his entire body wrapped in black webs, blood pooled around his abdomen. Selene help us! What could have done this? 'Poison." Lisa clarifies. I glance around the roof, there wasn't any sign of fowl play or a struggle. Did he perhaps enter battle and Alpha Phineas got away? If Grayson is gone, the other two Alpha's are injured and recovering and Leila slipping off soon, what type of hope did we have of ever surviving? "Do not interfere," Tyler orders me. "No, no you cannot do this. Nothing she says is true ." I respond adamantly.

I stared at the fire and thought of how easily everything burns — homes, promises, people, lifes. And then I heard footsteps. Heavy, confident, careless. Alex. He came in like he owned the silence, his shadow stretching long across the carpet. That same mocking grin twisted his face — the one that always came when he wanted to pick a wound and watch it bleed. “Well,” he said, voice laced with contempt, “the tragic poet returns. Whisky in hand, staring at ashes like they might whisper her name back to you.”

it was written in bold letters. NAME : ALEX AMOUNT : $130000 Hmm now this bro is gonna get hit right now he better get his ass ready!.

“He’s… is he okay?” The humor faded from Christian’s face. He looked at me, really looked at me, with a seriousness that made my pulse spike. “He’s trying, Eliana. That’s all I can say. The man is trying.” I slid into the car, those words echoing in my head as we drove through the bustling streets. He’s trying. Alexander Grayson didn’t try. He succeeded. He conquered. The idea of him struggling, of him putting effort into something as simple as an apology, was terrifyingly endearing.

, Michael informed and left his office. "No! I will not! I will never let that happen ", Alex said and furiously drove to the grave of Alexandria. He put the flowers, toys, and black Forest cake on her grave, " I am sorry! I'm sorry Alexandria! I couldn't save you. I am so sorry " Alex said before tears could stroll down from his eyes he blinked and put on the shades. " I avenge the Greyson! Your brother will not let them die easily. It's your brother's promise ", Alex promised.

Gonzalo's voice trailed off, giving room for the man to introduce himself. The man nodded his understanding, before replying. "Alexander Grayson. But you can just call me Alex." Gonzalo nodded before continuing. "Well, Alex, we'd like to know who exactly attacked you. And what part of the woods were you attacked?" The man, Alex, clung to his children tightly, as if seeking support from them. His eyes trembled with a fear that failed to dissipate, but also with a veil of sorrow. He had lost something–someone– in those woods, and revisiting that memory proved to be really tasking for the poor man.

His beautiful features crumpled with grief. Grayson plunged his fingers into the wound between Alex's shoulder blades. The concentration on his face was intense, then he snatched in a gasp as he dragged out something solid. “Argh.” Alex roared, his expression scrunching into a distressed grimace. "Fuck!" Grayson cursed as the silver burned his fingers. I leaned my forehead against Alex's. “It will be okay," I reassured, not knowing what was likely to happen. "When you're back on your feet, you can punish me as much as you like."

“If he's the only way, can I really say no? But at what cost?” As she turned a corner, she collided with a tall, imposing figure unknowingly. The impact sent her bag flying out of her hands. The man, Alex Grey, is the only son of Grey Williams. Who died five years ago in a car crash alongside his wife? The police and the investigative department declared that his father was drunk. But Alex never believes their declarations. Alex steadied her by the elbows, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Watch where you're going," he said, his deep voice tinged with annoyance. "Beautiful damsel!"