Valentino X Alastor Novels & Stories

Alexandria said "You don't have to be sorry." Valentina said 'I can't wait to not have a bond of any sort with any of you scums.' Valentina thought as she waited patiently for him to break it. So he said "I Alexander Hunter, the future Alpha of Black Wolf Pack rejects you Valentina as my mate." Valentina just had to comply because deep down that's what she wanted too, so she said "I Valentina Hudson, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack accept your rejection willingly."

her brother whisper the last part. "Challenge accepted" She said and bit her bottom lips. " What challenge?" Spencer asked. "Seducing mr..... What's his name?" she asked. "Raphael Valentino" Spencer answered. "Well I got to go for my interview now" she said and winked before leaving for his office. ________________ As soon as Stephanie got in, Raphael told her to have her seat, before they got started. " So miss wither." Stephanie was checking out his office before her attention was called.

I walked over, furious, ready to stop him. But instead, he turned the camera on me. "Yes, just like that," he said. "The viewers love spicy drama like this. Husband gets caught cheating with the neighbor by his wife." My face turned purple with rage. Was this even my husband anymore? He was just an ordinary programmer—his daily life back home had been nothing but tedious routine. But since coming to Valen, he'd spiraled deeper and deeper into depravity. "Stop that! Don't film me!" I yelled and slapped the camera out of his hand.

He led his men in three assaults on the docks—but each time, they were driven back by my family's overwhelming firepower. The Valentino family suffered heavy losses. Even their financial chain began to collapse. Renato's dad pointed at Renato, berating him, but Renato's gaze was hollow—none of the former authority or vitality of a Don remained. Everyone said the Valentino family was finished. Renato offered no response. He spent his days staring at my photograph in silence. After the fourth clash, he was injured. Some said that while he drifted in and out of consciousness, he called my name.

I looked at my reflection in the water. My eyes were slowly turning back from red to violet, but the black veins of the curse were still pulsing on my neck like snakes. "I hate him," I whispered, clutching my stomach as the pain of the curse burned through me. "I hate him for making me feel." But as I sat there in the dark, I couldn't stop thinking about his face. He didn't look like the arrogant Alpha who had laughed at me. He didn't look like a man who had moved on with a new mate. He looked like a man who was drowning in a sea of lies.

Her mouth opened, whether to defend herself or cry, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Before she could speak again, footsteps echoed down the corridor, rapid, urgent. Alessandro’s scent hit first, laced with adrenaline and blood. He burst into the room without waiting for permission. “Alpha…” One look at his face, and my wolf lunged forward in my chest, snarling. “What happened?” I demanded. “The estate,” he said, catching his breath. “There is an attack… it hit inside. Directly. The consort hall.”

Luna clutched her chest, her heart racing, but she refused to admit the truth, even though he already knew. "Still not telling the truth?" Valerian said, turning Luna around by her shoulders. "Mr. Rutherson!" Luna cried out as Valerian examined the back of her neck. He froze, his eyes locking onto the faded mark—the imprint he had left eight years ago. "So, it's you," Valerian murmured in disbelief. Luna spun around, pushing him away, creating some distance between them. "Are you still going to deny it, Luna? You are my freaking mated omega, and you knew about it, didn't you? What's your purpose for coming to my hotel? Are you planning something against me?" Valerian accused, his eyes blazin

‘Val… the car accident that killed your parents… it wasn’t an accident. The world tilts. ‘What?’ ‘Your father… his name wasn’t James Morrison. It was Lorenzo Castellano.’ The name means nothing to me. I shake my head, confused. ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘He was a powerful man, Valentina,’ the stranger says, his voice cutting through my confusion. ‘In our world. The man you saw killed tonight? That was Petrov’s work. The same people who hunted your father. They’ve been looking for you for fifteen years.’

The bile rose in my throat as I turned away, gagging violently. His expression darkened, his grip tightening. He grabbed my chin and forced my face toward his. "What's that supposed to mean? Do I disgust you?" "What do you think?" I spat weakly, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me. You make my skin crawl." Something in my words must have struck a nerve. His expression twisted into something both frantic and unhinged. "I've always taken precautions! Every time!" His voice rose, defensive and almost hysterical. "And this car—this car! I cleaned it thoroughly, top to bottom!"