Alana From Face Off Novels & Stories

She dipped her hand into the water gracefully, waiting for the reaction she was certain would come. The water remained still. No glow at all. Shocked whispers spread through the crowd. Ophelia's face turned pale, her confident smile vanishing instantly before she quickly retreated from the pool's edge with a humiliated expression. I let out a breath, almost feeling pity, before my own name was called. "Alana." My feet felt heavy as I stepped forward. All eyes were on me—an omega girl without a surname who didn't even deserve this much attention. I knelt at the pool's edge, staring at my own reflection on the still water's surface.

"Plan A was taking you at the Pack House. But your Alpha's defenses are too strong. So we lured you out." "Does he know what I am?" I asked quietly. Her smile faltered. "You are the Luna." "Is that all he told you?" "Stay put," she ordered, pulling a phone from her pocket. "My pack will be here in an hour. Be a good girl, and I won't have to hurt you." She didn't know. Adler hadn't told her I was a Lycan. He had sent her to collect a helpless girl. "I'm not waiting an hour," I said.

I was not going to lose her to anyone, I already lost my girlfriend Elena and the moon goddess brought Tala who looked exactly like Elena. The first time I saw her I thought it was my Elena, the shape of the nose and eyes, her hair curled and soft that moved against the morning breeze, when she greeted me she sounded exactly like her, immediately I know this was a gift from the moon goddess and I’m not going to lose it this time around.

“You’re my mate. I felt it yesterday and I know you did too. So why are you treating me like this? Why is my room at the other end of the estate? Why do I feel like I’ve just married a stone, not a man? Answer me because I’m now your Luna, your equal, and I swear to the goddess, I’m not those girls who used to warm your bed and cower away at the sound of your voice!” DARIUS “She sure is fiesty, I'll give her that,” I muttered to myself, marvelling at how she was able to stand her ground against me. Recalling her defiant stance despite her small frame and the twitching of her lips as she demanded an explanation from me, made me laugh even more. Alana was just as amusing as she was interesting

Beside him stood a graceful woman with green eyes and a calm expression. “Ashton,” the man greeted when we approached. Ashton nodded once before turning slightly toward me. “Lana, this is Alpha Alan Moonstone of Moondale.” Moondale. I'd heard that name before. One of the biggest packs in the eastern territories. “So this is the Luna everyone has been talking about?" Beside him, the woman inclined her head politely. “My Luna, Selene,” he added. She stepped forward slightly and gave me a small respectful nod. “It is lovely to meet you, Sapphire.”

Aluna ran to the room. Aluna stood looking out the window, "Zolan, can't you treat me like a friend? I know you have to accept this arranged marriage! But this is not how you treat me!" softly. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks. "Zolan, I won't just give up. I'll fight for you to be my friend. Don't think of me as a wife. I'm just a friend, that's enough for me," continued Aluna, not moving. "I will try! Don't call me Aluna, if I give up easily!" she said encouragingly.

He needed to clear his head, and for him, there was only one way to do that – the open air, and a female’s flesh. ****** Quinn’s eyes scanned the room a second time. This time, she did not focus on the sheer magnificence of the room, this time her eyes scanned escape routes. She noticed the high window again that overlooked the garden. Walking over to it, she stared outside—it was a good ten feet drop to the ground. Ariana decided against jumping. The flower trees were also too far from the window for her to hold on to their branches and climb down. Her only option was to get out through the door, hopefully she would be able to outsmart the Alpha – as impossible as that sounded.

I smoothed my damp hair with my fingers, checking my reflection in the darkened screen before sliding the green button. "Hello?" Alana’s round face immediately filled the screen. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed, but her eyes were bright and mischievous. "Teacher!" she shrieked. I laughed, leaning closer to the camera. "Hey there, sweetheart. You look much better. Are you all healed up?" Alana nodded vigorously, her bangs bouncing. "Uh-huh! Because I took all the yucky medicine! Ms. Claire, come over… Dad is no fun to play dolls with."

A smile even more mischievous than mine forms on his lips. — You did not see anything yet! She says, gets up again, and I don't understand. Alana walks into the house, stops, slowly lifts her dress, and takes it off for good. She only has her panties on, and throws the garment on top of me. I am astonished, our relationship is really evolving, Alana has learned to seduce. — Are you going to stand there, quarterback? — Alana, don't tease me like that! — Are you going to punish me?

I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along. Alana stays close, a porcelain doll with sharp eyes and sharper silence. We share small talk, whispered jabs, and enough tension to light the room on fire. She starts to walk toward the balcony for air and I follow two steps behind. Outside, it’s quieter with a cool breeze. Moonlight dances on the marble tiles. “You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself,” I say lightly. She turns, arms folded. “I didn’t ask to be paraded like some prize.”