Alex Vause Orange Is The New Black Novels & Stories

The deceiving strawberry blonde’s journey to ascend and stand at Valen’s side was still underway. “Valen will hate you for this,” Raina snapped. Turbulent emotions raged in her. Vance suspected she was about to storm off and quickly grabbed the box of brownies from her hand amid her swirl. She stopped and turned back to face him, bristling with anger. She felt that he didn’t deserve the brownies. The greedy man had no right to steal them. But the Alpha was already a few feet away as he strode onto the porch to go into his house.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t feel safe with you.” “Please baby -” “Don’t,” Valerie held up her hand, turning her face away in disgust, “Don’t ever call me that again!” “Please don’t do this!” Valerie looked at me with rage turning her eyes almost as raven as her Alpha’s skin, “I, Valerie Torres -” “Don’t -” “Or Nina whoever-the-fuck I am, rejects you, Alexander Young, as my mate!”

“Don’t be scared, my little Rosie. Alpha Nathan’s going to take care of you. Are you perhaps...a virgin?” I froze in my spot when I felt his hands riding up my thigh. He let out a big smile, his yellow-stained teeth making their way into my view. “I think you are. What a lucky lad I am.” I pursed my lips together and endured his nasty words and touches. Axel’s going to come soon. He won’t leave me here all alone, I reassured myself. I momentarily looked away from Alpha Nathan because I couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of his grotesque face and the scent of his rancid breath blocked all of my senses.

My vibrant ginger curls were styled into a voluminous, fierce mane that framed my pristine, makeup-free face, save for a perfect swipe of gloss on my lips. ​I had brought Betty, my new lady’s maid, along to carry the heavy, glossy designer shopping bags. I was planning a lavish, high-profile welcome-home celebration to cement my status as the undisputed Mrs. Ray, and I needed the finest imports Manhattan had to offer. ​But as we walked past the tinted, frosted glass windows of The Regency’s private café lounge, my sharp green eyes caught a very familiar silhouette through the glass. ​Alex. ​He was sitting in a reunited corner with Victoria Davenport, his broad shoulders wound impossibly tigh

She laughed and added, “I’ll post on social media how Alexander Jenkins, the next tennis superstar, is milking cows.” “I don’t mind milking cows as long as you get to teach me,” Alexander suggested. “See you soon, Savy.” Waving goodbye, Savannah said, “See you.” After Savannah checked in at the counter, Alexander took out his phone and searched online: How to milk a cow. *** Meanwhile, in the woman’s correctional facility, Hailey watched the news on TV from the prison’s entertainment room. Her brows met, watching the replay of Carlos and Kate’s wedding. Envy flashed in her eyes while seeing the smile on Kate’s face, the adoring stare of Carlos, and how the Wrights welcomed a new son-in-law.

I asked. "You fainted," Austin said standing close to my bed. "I will get the doctor in," he added and I saw him press something above my bed. "How are you feeling?" I heard Austin ask and I try to recollect everything that had happened earlier. "Damien Brown is Alexander Williams. He tricked me again," I said recalling Alexander's confession. " How is Vera?" I asked remembering she was in the basement. "She is fine. Bruised but fine," Austin replied.

A flicker of anger passes through me, sharp and controlled. “It wasn’t.” The feed spikes again. “This system,” I continue, “doesn’t survive because of monsters. It survives because of professionals. Lawyers. Executives. Consultants. People who speak the language of compliance while burying harm in footnotes.” Now I say her name. “Alexandra Vaughn is not innocent,” I say. “And she never claimed to be.” I see Marcus freeze in the reflection of the screen. “She taught men like Damian how to survive power,” I continue. “But she also taught them how to confess when survival was no longer ethical.”

I am not in Mexico. I am strapped to a table. A vertical table. I look around. It is a warehouse. Dark. Dank. Alex is strapped to a table next to me. He looks emaciated. Pale. Like he hasn't moved in weeks. IV lines run into his arms. "Welcome back to reality," a voice says. Evelyn Voss steps into the light. She looks healthy. Vibrant. Real. She smiles. "You have been such productive dreamers," she says. "The code you wrote in your sleep? It’s magnificent. I’m going to use it to enslave the world."

Xavier: Steam still curled faintly from the bathroom when I stepped out. Valerie sat by the edge of the bed, a towel draped over her shoulders, her hair still damp, the soft ends brushing against her bare arms. She wore light denim shorts and a pale crop top that left her skin showing for my eyes to admire, and for a heartbeat, all I could think about was how normal she looked. Not the Luna. Not the woman who challenged me. Just… her. My Valerie. My woman.