Alana From Face Off Novels & Stories

I whirled around to see Elena, surprise etched on her facial expression. Sweats dripped down my face as I stared at her blankly, my gaze averting to Alana and Elena as my heart skipped. “We were just discussing you,” Alana voiced out, her words were venomous. “Welcome to the party,” Alana hissed, an expression devoid of any emotions running across her face.

But it was the look in Alana’s eyes across the table that grounded me more than any wound. She sat cross-legged in one of the leather armchairs, hair pulled up, but a few pieces had fallen loose, curling around her cheeks. She wasn’t wearing armor today - no makeup, no jewelry, just an oversized tee that swallowed her frame. But her stare? Steel. She’d let herself unravel in front of me. And now, she was piecing herself back together, brick by fucking brick. We had Gia seated on the couch beside her, her demeanor tight, her legs crossed, and a phone in her lap like it was a weapon. We weren’t talking hypotheticals anymore. This was war. And we were bleeding into every moment of it.

"It's me silly. Your wolf! My name is Alana and it's very good to talk to you now!" "Oh my god!" I say in my head. I hear Alana chuckling to herself because of my excitement and I can't actually contain it either. The smile seems to be growing and it's only when I hear her voice that it fades and I retreat back into the scared person I really am. "Are you going to do any work today" I hear the most brittle voice there is around her. Adeline. "I've already done the living room and I have..." ** SLAP **

"Who are you?" Lily asked, confused. "Where's Alana?" Lily asked as she walked into Alana's office, surprised to see a dishevelled woman sitting behind the desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork with eye bags covering half of her face. Alana rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm Alana," she replied dully, making Lily's eyes widen in shock. "Oh dear me!" She exclaimed. "How did you become like this?"

I said feeling the tiredness and confusion wrapping around me once again. The beautiful woman cracked a smile and said “I will hate to be you right now, I really feel sorry for you, it must be hard, to have your whole life flipped upside down all of a sudden” There was something about the way she said this that made it sound like she did not feel sorry for me at all but the smile on her face was looking so gentle and sweet, she made me extremely uncomfortable. “Who are you?” I asked her. “I am Alana, I am friend of Alec, the guy from yesterday” she said with a smile.

I was forced to freeze when I saw the door open, but then my jaw drooped and another feeling which I didn't understand took over. Alana was standing in front of the Alpha's door dressed in her pajamas, which suggested that she had passed the night there. She has a sneer on her face as she gave me a once over but didn't make any move to leave the door. "Move." I hissed. Her lips were pulsed as they spread into a thin line of laughter which stopped just on her lips and didn't get to her eyes which were fiercely cold as usual. I looked right into her eyes and not let myself get terrified by it.

Alana cleared her throat to capture both of their attention. Pulling his face away from the woman's neck, whose eyes were now slightly widened in both surprise and embarrassment as they met Alana's, Roman glanced at Alana while still holding the woman in place. "This is Trisha, the makeup artist," Roman said coolly, his expression carrying a bored look as if he hadn't been kissing the woman just a second ago. Alana stared at the woman, feeling disgusted when the woman flashed her a small smile. "I can handle my makeup by myself. You can tell the smiley slut that I no longer need her services," Alana said, then turned around.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

That face… the chiseled jawline… those cold eyes… It was… Sagara? Alana quickly shook her head, forcing the thought away. No. Impossible. I must be imagining it. There’s no way he’s here. “Hey!” Ratna snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Daydreaming? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.” Alana blinked, pulling her focus back to the mocking smile before her. The woman leaned closer, her sweet smile curling into something vicious. “You know… I could let everyone here know who you really are. Wouldn’t it be fascinating if they heard the story of a fallen little princess?”

she did not stutter , good. her voice. I wanted to hear it again. but the name sounded oddly familiar. “ Alana ? ” I asked. “ from Marsa , Maria Alana princess of Marsa ” . she answered. she is a princess, it explains the elegance she wraps around her like a cloak . the bravery too for many would have stuttered and made fools of themselves. “ princess Alana, what brought you to the Empire of wolves. “ I wanted to know, could it be a war declaration? could something deeper be brewing that I don't know about? could she be a spy ?