Santiago Alejandro Segura Mga Nobela at Kwento

she muttered. "Perhaps it's time to change strategy" the middle-aged man suggested adjusting his feet on the ground behind her. "To what? Ruling by fear doesn't work" Jelena turned back around and a sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at her Chief of Staff. "To be being Jelena Savage" Xavier had a gentle look in his eyes when he said that. He was 56 this year and had been appointed as Jelena's guard and teacher since she was four. He was always fascinated by how her mind worked and how well she did in scenario simulations. He was confident that if she simply followed her heart then she would find a good way to lead the Als.

He knew Diego’s right-hand man wouldn’t reveal any more than necessary. "Father, I’ve heard that Mr. Lorenzo is a rather charitable man, and now we can see it for ourselves," came a young man’s voice from beside Alejandro. A young man in an electric wheelchair had just emerged from one of the vehicles trailing behind Alejandro’s Rolls-Royce. His striking features caught the eyes of many women in attendance—handsome yet fragile, like delicate glass that could shatter at any moment. He was Cedric Volker, Alejandro’s second son! "A pleasure to finally meet you in person, Young Master Volker," Pablo greeted with his usual stoic expression.

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."

I questioned him. I thought Alessandro at least would be a little upset about his father's death; I mean, his father was there for him since he was a baby, so I would understand if he shed a few tears, but then again, Alessandro doesn't really care for anyone except me, I hope. "I'm not sad; I'm happy you got justice for your mother's death; she would be so proud of you. Anyway, he was a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve to be called a father"

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

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.

I queried immediately in fear. " No, Fernando" he replied. Then I broke a sigh. Alejandro was the least person I wanted to see at the moment. He was the real definition of cold hearted, ruthlessness and callousness, unlike his brother Fernando who was strict but at least did have a good sense of humour. Alejandro on the other hand seldom smiled as he always had the cold visage. Nonetheless, he was the most handsome and beautiful man I had ever seen. Everyone in the club was more scared of him than even Santiago Jose, his father who is the owner of the club.

"Come on, let's get moving. This heat is deadly." Catching the look on Gina's face, Alejandro let out a booming laugh and urged her to slide in after his mother. "Mi amor, I can assure you, you have been rescued by one of the deadliest assassin's to ever grace the ranks of Venezuela's elite commando unit. She was my mentor first, then mi madre." Awe warred with disbelief as Gina looked at Selena Morales through new eyes. "What did your dad do?" she asked faintly. Alejandro shrugged. "He was a chef."

I ask. Alejandro nods. "Any advice?" For a moment, he actually considers the question then he exhales quietly. "Don't underestimate him." The answer immediately puts me on edge. "That's not reassuring." "It wasn't supposed to be." Alejandro opens the door, and I follow him into what looks like a private library. Bookshelves cover the walls. Sunlight pours through enormous windows. And seated near the fireplace is an older man holding a newspaper. Santiago Vega. The reason I'm here.

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through