~Prologue (In Lexia's Point Of View)"Cross him off the list."My assistant turns from where he was facing the board, looking at me sardonically. He's not really my assistant, in fact, he hates when I refer to him as that. But I wouldn't go as far to say that this man, Adrian, is my friend. "Why?" He questions, balancing a red permanent marker between his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I back up a few steps and sit on the edge of my desk, mindful of the papers scattered on it. "You think the Alpha of Love is my mate?" I question jokingly. He tilts his head. "Possibly. I kick my feet together as I stare up at the board mounted on the wall. We are here in my office, trying to narrow down who my ma

~LexiaI've never been so terrified in my life. Not only was it the fact that an Alpha stood inches away from me, but that he stared directly at me as if unaffected by the words I just uttered out there on stage. So impassive, is his expression."What are you doing here?" I question, surprised that words could even come out of my mouth around him without them stumbling over themselves. His sensuous mouth curves up into a slight smile. Why am I looking at him like this?"I wanted to talk to you," he says smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly. Adrian suddenly steps forward, grabbing my arm gently in his hand. He is the complete opposite of me in this situation; calm, professional. My bet is that I am probably still bright red. I mean, I can't even get my hands to stop quivering by my side.

~Lexia"Listen, you shouldn't be here," Grayson insisted, glancing around as if someone might see him talking to a negligible such as me. I roll my eyes, brushing past him, only to be followed closely. He grabs my arm, forcing me to give him my full attention. "You could at least tell me why you're here."I narrow my eyes at him. What business is it of his what I do? Sure, it's obvious I am not wanted here, where Alpha's mingle with other high bloods, or richer families. That is my backstory; the daughter of a rich businessman who lives in the hills of the Discipline Pack. That way, no one would question my eye colour iconic to my original Pack.But my back story doesn't work with Grayson. He knows who I am, and what hatred I have toward Alpha's. He knows I am a risk, so any excuse I can conjure up is sure to be useless."Why I am here, is none of your business," I snap, narrowing my eyes on the hand still firmly clutching my arm. His gloves are similar to what other men here wear. I

~LexiaThe first breath of consciousness I had was beyond comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that at first I believed I was floating on a cloud of softness that I never want to escape from. Instead, I'm lying on a bed that's damn well close enough to it, with sheets wrapped around me so soft and silken, they might as well have been tendrils of the sweetest dreams. I don't remember my bed being this nice...I sit up abruptly, but a pain stabs the upper right half of my brain, forcing me back to the pillow. I'm hung over. But I don't remember drinking last night? Actually, now that I think about, I don't remember anything from last night. Or maybe I do. Violet eyes. Silver eyes. Green eyes? What the hell did I manage to get myself into?Groaning, I force my wary lids open, glad the curtains around me are drawn. It's light enough outside for me to see the room I'm occupying. Nope, I've never seen it in my life. Lifting the sheets, I glance under. I'm not naked...Just mildly strippe

~Lexia The moment I stepped outside, I was hit in the face with heat. I know I told Grayson I couldn't go out, but this meant answers from Jasper. I'm going to have to deal with it. Aimlessly, I wander around the side of the main building. If I wasn't concentrating on not fainting from the harsh sun beating down on me, I might have been admiring all of the native tree life around me I've never seen before. I think I circled the house four times before giving up. Jasper isn't here. He said outside, and I'm here, yet he isn't. Annoyed, I rest my back against the side of the building, ignoring the fact that the humidity probably has my hair looking like those native bushes. Suddenly, a rustle in those exact bushes catches my attention. Everywhere you look, there's trees, with Grayson's backyard basically being a forest. Clearly it was too much trouble to remove at least some of the trees, so my assumption is they must be protected. Either that, or people are too scared of what lives