Primo Alexandria Novels & Stories

I was right, then. “ Pleased to meet you, Julio” The second, an advanced man , evident in his salt and peeper hair ,introduces himself as Austin, the gardener and the last of the three, a young girl introduces herself as Emily. My eyes immediately light up at the familiar name. I exchange pleasantries with them and Celine leads me upstairs, to the rooms. “ Mr. Andres told me you would like a room of your own, so I had your things arranged for you.”

Alpha Nicholas Tonight has been up there with a fucking tornado. From hosting a ball to being forced to meet wanna-be future Lunas to finding my mate, all of which I didn't want then to add on being woken out of bed to hear of She-wolves running around our lands at 1 in the morning, And if that wasn't enough, one of those girls just so happened to be my mate and the other my brother's mate.

He returns it. Alexandro pulls off his shirt and trousers, I reach out and touch its huge, bulging member straining against his pants. I moan as I continue to feel it, I can't wait to get it inside of me. I blush like a foolish bitch as I feel it, I know I'm naive in this. When compared to Constantine, I'm sure Alexandro is much better in bed. As I assess his entire body, I smile to myself at such a wonderful treasure I've gotten for myself.

That was the question that had claws. Alex was a Prime Alpha, meaning his senses were absolute. He could smell the Dean’s high cholesterol and the cheap perfume of the woman in the third row or even the arousal of the lady in the back row. He could hear the heartbeat of a mouse in the walls. But that girl?, she was a void, more like a hole in the fabric of his sensory world. It was impossible. Even humans had a scent– sweat, soap, creams, perfumes, pheromones. Even the dead had a scent.

He walked to the table beside the bed, picked up the laptop that I had hidden so many times, and came back to my side. "I need to show you something. But you have to promise me you'll stay calm." "I can't promise that, Ale." "At least try." I bit my lip. I nodded. Alexandro opened the laptop. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, typing an address I had never seen before. A string of random numbers and letters. Then he pressed enter. The laptop screen turned black. But not ordinary black. Pitch black, like a sky without stars. Then slowly, white text appeared, like a shopping list at a supermarket.