Victor Y Albertano Novels & Stories

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.

"ABSOLUTELY not! I will never accept this guy to be your husband. You could do better, Latton," Albert angrily yelled. "If you could be with whomever you like, so do I. This is my choice." She screamed back. "You can say whatever you want but Victor and I are already married," She added sarcastically. Startled, Albert angrily stood up and hastily marched away from them. "Dad!" Victor shouted while staring at Albert's back. "Don't call me that," Albert replied, without looking back at them.

Alpha Blaze persisted, sounding genuine. I glanced at Lucas then when we both realized something at the same time – silver. “How can you be so sure about it?” Dalton met Alpha Blaze’s gaze from across. “My mate was with the moon goddess when they both disappeared –” “Wait a second, who’s your mate?” “Althea,” he said aloud with pride. We were momentarily shocked. His mate was Althea, the first female warrior of the Moon Goddess. She was known to be fierce but grounded. It didn’t take long for Dalton to nod affirmatively. “Okay, I trust you.”

It'd been shortly after that Japan trip, the last of his childhood. "Ariadne is the most beautiful Albino, but she's not the only one I've ever seen. It was- forgettable." the older finishes with a flippant hand gesture. "You don't belong here," Victor says evenly. "You should leave." Harry looks around, casting his disdainful glare on the cheap plastic seats and the fifty-cent paintings on the walls. The man lives and breathes in the perfumed air. He is sorely out of place here. "Of course, I don't," the man laughs, "but neither do you."

The man held out his hand to her and she shook it. “Alberto, this is Victoria. Victoria Darlington.” As soon as the man heard her last name, his facial expression fell a little. “Ah, you are the Darlington Widow. My condolences.” Victoria did not know the news of her husband’s death had spread so far. Still, if he was related to Ian, he should know about the news as well. Victoria just thanked him briefly and then he introduced himself properly to her. “I’m Alberto Windburgh. You may notice it already, but I’m Ian’s friend and mentor when he was younger. Now he is the godfather to my youngest son, Theodore.” A young boy sat beside him.

“Don’t worry Carlos I don’t plan on going to Victor.” Anabel said shaking her head. “But if you think he is going to win this, he has another thing coming. I’m not going to let him do anything more to the worlds, and the realms.” She said walking away from him.