Peter X Miguel Novels & Stories

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

"Peter?" "Yes! Peter isn’t your brother. He’s Leonardo’s son, but not with Martina. He’s the son of another woman Leonardo was involved with. What happened to her, I don’t know, but I can assure you she’s not alive. I’m telling you again—the Palmers were criminals, or at least they were back then." "But Peter looks like me!"

His face was unreadable, carved from stone. But then he exhaled slowly, a sound so human, so full of regret, it cut deeper than any words. "I know," Alexandro said quietly. "If I could have taken another path, I would have." His hand shifted slightly, brushing against mine. Not grabbing. Not claiming. Just… there. A silent offering. "But sometimes," he continued, his voice rough, "power leaves no room for mercy. And still... if it cost me your trust, it cost me something greater than I can ever reclaim."

Keeping silent for some seconds, he picked up the cigar that he had dropped into the ash tray and let it dangle between his fingers, his eyes still on Xander. “I don't see how that's any of your business. She's my mistress and I can do whatever I wish to with her.” He finally answered, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. Although deep and resonating, it sounded calm. “But she's human, not some animal.” Xander persisted. He hated to see Ariel in that state. “She tried to escape.” “Only because she's scared. I mean, what would you expect from someone who was bundled here and forced to be a sex slave?” Xander rolled his eyes but Miguel's nose flared in annoyance.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

But as the sun hit his face, I saw he was younger, with soft hazel eyes instead of Raguel’s amber. He offered a warm, easygoing smile. “Thank you,” he said, his voice a smooth baritone. He lowered his bow, leaning slightly. “I didn’t hear you coming.” “I’m sorry,” I laughed awkwardly. “I thought you were Raguel.” He chuckled. “An easy mistake. I’m Miguel, his brother.” I blinked, stunned. “He has a brother?” His smile didn’t falter. “He rarely mentions me,” Miguel said lightly. He gestured to himself with an arrow. “He says I’m a dent on the family reputation.”