Valentina Alvarez Novels & Stories

A woman in a shiny red dress walked up to me with a small smile on her face. Her name was Valentina, and she was a very beautiful lady with long black hair and rich gold jewelry around her neck. I knew her because she was Rafael’s former fiancee, and her family had a lot of money in Spain. When I saw her, I was expecting maybe a warm handshake, at least for courtesy sake. But immediately she came around me, she said, "You must be the poor little wife," Valentina said, taking a sip from her glass as she came closer to me as my face changed into fury.

Leo was asleep in his room. Maria was in the kitchen washing dishes. Valentina had changed into comfortable clothes and was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. Amelia sat across from her. Valentina took a sip of wine and looked at her. “So,” she said. “Tell me everything.” Amelia sighed. “About what?” Valentina raised an eyebrow. “About Alejandro. About the divorce. About the drama. All of it.” Amelia leaned back in her chair. “It’s a long story.” Valentina smiled. “I flew across the ocean,” she said. “I have time.”

I’d eat the heel of yesterday’s loaf later. The door banged open. Valentina Reyes swept in like she owned the place—which, technically, she almost did. Her father was the pack’s third-in-command, and she carried herself like the Luna she planned to become. Crimson lips, glossy black hair in perfect waves, leather boots that clicked with every step. Behind her, Sienna Moreau and Talia Voss followed like loyal shadows, smirking. Talia—my distant cousin, though she never let anyone forget how “distant” it really was—tilted her head.

I know she won't back off until she gets Damon. I felt my wolf getting angry when she said those words but I managed to push her back. "I'm going to kick her ass," Alexia mumbled in my head. "I, Emma Jones, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at her and saw her smirking at me. "I, Ava Miller, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at the girl and saw her looking at me in disgust. I feel my rage build up inside of me.

she didn't deserve what I had to offer. I started pacing the room, going from one side to the other, waiting for her to open her eyes, to say something, anything. Rodrigo said nothing more. He offered me no explanation, asked me not to stay. His silence was almost a provocation. And hers... even worse. I took my cell phone out of my pocket. Valentina was arriving. She was the only daughter of the Supreme Alpha. The future political ally who could consolidate the power of my pack. The girl trained to represent, to obey, to shine.

He eyes my stance momentarily, "What's wrong love?" "You beat Chris into a walking corpse that's what." I snap, despite how warm his words make me feel. He clenches his jaw so slightly I almost miss it, "He had it coming, Andrea." "No-one has that sort of beating coming." He cups my cheek, stepping closer to me, "I'm an Alpha love, I can't let anyone, let alone vamps, continue to disrespect me and mine." His rubs my cheek with his thumb. "When were you going to tell me about what being Mated means." He moves his hand away, letting it fall to his side.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

If Selena—now Valerie—regained even a fraction of her memory, their carefully crafted safety net would collapse. Alia pulled up dossiers and financial records. Valentina Rodriguez had a long history of strategic alliances, each marriage a calculated move toward wealth, influence, and power. None of her “husbands” had lasted, and none had resisted the leverage she gained over them. Alia’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as she cross-referenced addresses, past business dealings, and public appearances. Valentina’s past behavior suggested she wasn’t motivated by sentiment—she was a strategist, a predator in high society cloaked in charm.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”