Santiago Alejandro Segura の小説・ストーリー

“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.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

Not just to be heard, not just to be accepted, but to be celebrated. “I’m so happy for you,” Jina said as she held Serena’s hands tightly. “Have you told Alexandro’s family yet?” Serena shook her head. “They’re next. But Alexandro already knows. In fact, he was the one who figured it out before I even did.”

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

Bruno stood laughing at himself hysterically. Alexandro eyes bugged and then he looked at me - recalling my words of which I had said to him. This was messed up. Was I truly going to die in this brouhaha? "Who told you all of this? How sure are you that this is the truth?" Bruno gasped, turning to face Alexandro. "You are still as manipulative as ever. Thirty-two years ago, you indeed killed everyone who had an allegiance to my father but you left out one person who is my uncle's adopted son, Santiago. He is as you call him - Charles, your doctor. He made it a necessity that I must know the truth. If you must know, Santiago is the murderer of the president's brother."

Paloma wants to expand his business locally and internationally, eyeing Visayas and Luzon since he already owns NCR. Alejandro prepared himself for this meeting as he was excited and believed he would get it. He is not just my buddy, but a brother to me. I know everything about him as to his dark desires. Alejandro is already thirty - eight years old and still single as he doesn't believe in love and commitment.

Aaliyah leaned closer, lowering her voice. “That’s Suhee Park — daughter of Euna Baek, Secretary-General of the United Nations, and Minho Park, the second most powerful businessman in Korea, and number 3 in the world’s top 5. She’s a 4th generation chaebol. The guy next to her is Alejandro Carvajal — his father is a Colombian mafia boss disguised as a businessman, Don Diego Carvajal. You don’t want to mess with him.

"You're Peter, right?" He immediately nod and hug the documents he's holding. "Yes Ma'am. I'm Peter Wills, Mr Ildefonso's secretary" He sound nervous. The tone of his voice is a bit funny because he seems reporting something to me as if I am his commander. "I'm Selena Castania," I pause and tilt my head. "Sain's wife" He smile and bow his head. "Nice meeting you Miss Selena, I usually heard your name to Mr. Ildefonso" he said.

"He’s a loner, he doesn't mate, he hates cameras, and he breaks the fingers of anyone who tries to track his scent. I’ve done my homework. This is vital." The guard’s eyebrows shot up. "Fine, it’s vital to me," Isaac admitted. "The answer is no, pup. Santiago Vega doesn't do groupies. Move before I have the Enforcers toss you for trespassing." Isaac was about to argue that a private security guard had no legal standing when the bus door hissed open. A man stepped out who didn't just command space—he owned the atmosphere. Santiago Vega. He was wearing a custom-tailored suit that looked like it was struggling to contain his massive, corded muscles. He looked less like an athlete and more like