Alexa Morgan Novels & Stories

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

When my eyes were able to focus there was a bubbly little red haired woman standing with her hand over her mouth. “Portals?” I questioned. “Oh, forgive me. I should probably introduce myself. I’m Dara, the Crone’s daughter,” she replied. “You’re Agatha’s daughter?” I asked. She looked way too young to be Agatha’s daughter. “Yes, her youngest. Well my twin brother is technically her youngest child but I am the youngest daughter,” she replied. “Ummm, Okay then Dara, What can I do for you?” I asked. “Oh nothing really. Mom just told us that the missing heir was back and I thought I would come and say hello,” she bubbled. “Oh okay then Dara, nice to meet you. I am Alpha Baylor and this is my Unc

Serena: By the time Anna led me toward the eastern wing, I had stopped trying to make sense of anything Alexander had done that night. None of it sat right with me. I did not like it, I did not trust it, and I certainly did not trust him. Anna walked a few steps ahead, glancing back every so often as though she expected me to collapse from whatever she imagined had happened in Alexander’s chambers. Her concern was gentle and clumsy at once, and it made me more irritated than grateful.

27 Alex I woke up once again to find yet another damning headline in the newspaper. This time, it wasn’t just speculation or vague insinuations. No, this one was personal: *“Alex Morgan’s Erratic Behavior Casts Shadow Over Summit.”* My jaw tightened as I scanned the article, the blood draining from my face. They had cited “anonymous sources” about my “volatile moods” and my “lack of decorum.” I slammed the paper down on the table, my fingers curling into fists.

They make me feel wanted, like a young wolf scholar getting noticed for the very first time. It feels so good. Even if they are just silly words from an advisor who wants a royal prize, I love feeling desired. But I cannot type a reply right now. Alpha Magnus is sitting right across the table from me inside the Crimson Moon Lodge, and his sharp grey eyes are cutting through me like a silver blade. I flip my phone face down under the white tablecloth, pressing it hard against my thigh so he cannot see it. The Future Alpha King sees everything. And God help me, he is too handsome.

“You are lucky if the Alpha Prince chooses you. If he doesn’t, you will fall into the hands of the remaining lords.” She noticed the tight frown on my face and continued. “Some say Prince Alex treats his women well in bed. He doesn’t just satisfy himself and leave; he ensures his partner feels pleasure, too. But the other high officials? They are known for being lazy and selfish. They expect you to do all the work, ride them until they finish, and then it's over.” From the casual way Mellisandrei spoke, it was obvious she had a wealth of experience. I briefly wondered how many men had been through her quarters, but I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to insult her.

I stopped walking and turned to her fully. “No,” I said, my voice low and lethal. “I’m letting my instinct as an Alpha make them. And you’re right, Sienna is the mother of my heir. The one person in this entire fucking mess who didn’t manipulate me, who didn’t plot behind my back, who didn’t play both sides. She fought, alone, while you and your father tried to twist this pack into your little game.” “You’re going to regret this,” she hissed. “You’re going to regret humiliating me. You think this ends with your little declaration? It doesn’t. You forget who my father is…”

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"