Alexa Riley Novels & Stories

When you come back, we can celebrate," Alex said. Ariel stood up from her chair and went toward the door, opened it and stepped outside. She started following the route to the Alpha's office, humming along to herself as she went. She was pleased with the information she had just heard from Alex . She was truly happy for the first time in many years and she wanted to shout to the skies so that everyone could know but she knew that she could not do that. Many questions would be asked by many people.

“I understand.” Axel sighed, rubbing his temple. “Breakfast is about to be served. You can join us.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she nodded nonetheless. As she followed him to the dining hall, one word lingered in her mind. Us? Did he say us? Axel lived alone the last she checked. So? She bit the inside of her cheek, but chose not to question it. Riyyan was no stranger to power. As the daughter of one of Russia’s wealthiest fashion entrepreneurs, she had status, influence, and beauty. She was the face of ARXA’s modeling division, effortlessly stealing the spotlight wherever she went.

His eyes went wide, then he composed himself quickly. "Babe, who is this?" The woman sitting with him asked him, staring at her with a disgusted face. She looked at the woman's face and instantly recognized her. Alexa Riley is a famous fashion designer whose father is a politician and her mother is an actress. Brandon turned to Alexa and smiled sweetly. "No one darling." Megan scoffed in disbelief. "No one? Brandon, what is the meaning of this? Who the heck is this woman? And what do you mean no one? Are you cheating on me?"

Alexa stepped out of her sleek, silver Audi Q5, the warm sunlight glinting off the car's luxurious curves. She had worked tirelessly for Leonard for four months, and her hard work had paid off - literally. The substantial paycheck she received allowed her to indulge in luxuries she had once only dreamed of, including this stunning vehicle. With a sense of pride and accomplishment, Alexa walked towards the daycare, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the sound of children's laughter and chatter. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for her five-month-old daughter, Rahilla.

Alpha Kyle chuckled immediately after he got to me. Immediately, I turned around, picked up a handful of dust, and threw it into his eyes. Next, the pressure pressing down on me disappeared. Before any of the guards came back to their senses, I stood up and sprinted at full speed. But this time, I wasn't running mindlessly. After covering some distance, I immediately hid behind a huge stone. "Find her!" Alpha Kyle's roar resounded through the forest just as I hid behind the stone. I couldn't help but shiver, hearing his roar, I knew he was angry. I was doomed if I was to be captured once again.

Danika, you did what you thought was for the best. My conscious reminded me. It’s not your fault that it’s the stupidest solution you could’ve ever come up with. My conscious mocked me, making me roll my eyes. I snapped out of my daze when I heard Jake’s phone buzzing like crazy. What the hell? Is it an update on the crazy stalker because that would really be great but my mouth falls as I see the name, it was the same woman, Kylie, I tried to set Jake up with when I was desperately trying to prove that I didn’t have a crush on him.

My heart might actually spill over. "We did it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Ryan leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. "You did it," he corrected, reverence in every word. "You're amazing, Hailey." Before I could utter a word, a small figure toddled into the room. Her movements were determined, her tiny size notwithstanding. Alexia, Beta's and his mate's two-year-old daughter, entered like she owned the place. Her auburn curls bounced with each step she took while her wide brown eyes immediately settled on me.

“Good. She’s underage. If you had chased her, we would have executed you.” Riley gaped at Alpha Alexios for a second before sighing with relief. “No, Alpha. I swear I’ll never even look at her.” “Good. Anything else you want to tell us?” Alpha Alexios gave him a suspicious look. Riley hesitated and then took out his phone. “Yes, Alpha. I have a photograph of her.” I sprang to attack the guy, but to my immense frustration, Alpha Alexios held me back. Riley glared at me, ready to fight.

The loft buzzed with forced casual energy. Someone had hooked up a projector showing old beta highlight reels—sanitized, of course. No full-frontal, just avatars dancing through neon cities or sword-fighting in fantasy arenas. Alex kept one eye on Riley while pretending to listen to some guy ramble about latency issues. His name tag said “GrizzlyTank.” In game, he’d been the loud one always trying to join public orgies. Riley stood a few feet away now, chatting with a small cluster of women. She laughed at something, but her gaze kept sliding back to him. Every time their eyes met, it was like a system ping.

I returned to North City to visit my mentor, Professor Smith. After fifteen years apart, his hair had turned completely white. He told me about Alexa and Riley's collapse and remorse during the fifteen years I'd been gone. Riley had fallen into despair, ending up in the emergency room dozens of times due to alcohol poisoning. Alexa, in her years of grief, had volunteered for numerous medical experiments and research projects at the academy. The constant all-nighters and overwork had caused her health to deteriorate steadily.