Alexandra Reid Novels & Stories

All the other men just watched me but the men I did not know stared at me too much it made me chock back a cry lodged in the back of my throat. My pack member slowly walked up to me cautiously not wanting to frighten me further. I remembered his name being Kian the third best fighter in our pack. He will be able to keep me safe from the men for sure if they tried to hurt me even though I knew the men looked like they wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't like they were rogue. Bending down to my hight Kian spoke as slow and softly to me as he can, "Alexa breath in and out very slowly you are having a panic attack."

“She just needs to stay out of trouble until I finish what I started. At this point, she cannot allow herself to be blinded by whatever she is feeling, feelings that will eventually go away if she just focuses on whatever it is that she has to do.” I stood, pulling on my coat, the fabric brushing against the table as I moved. “Have the men keep an eye on her. She’s clever when she wants to be, but desperation makes even the clever ones stupid. I won’t risk it.” Alexander gave a curt nod. “Understood.” “Good,” I said, turning back toward the fire. “And while you’re at it, I want information.” “On who?” “The Luna,” I replied. “Valerie.”

Alex twiddles his fingers while talking, showing some nervous actions, while his emotions look and sound pretty sincere… “But, Mr. Steele, you don’t have a wife?” Reid points out, a frown coating his forehead in deep creases. He had done a minor background check on Alec Steele and there had been o mention of an existing spouse. Alec Steele pauses and sits straight, looking into Reid’s eyes with every ounce of sympathy he could possibly summon from his psychopathic brain.

“She says she was delivering a bottle for Nana. I say she had no business being near my sketchpad.” Alex coughed. “You still sketch?” “Occasionally,” I said coolly, brushing past it. “So let me guess... she’s getting under your skin.” I didn’t answer. Alex smirked. “Oh, she is. Christian Reed, rattled by a woman. That’s a fucking headline.” “She’s unpredictable. One minute she’s trembling like I’m going to devour her, the next, she’s arguing back like she’s forgotten exactly whose last name she’s carrying.”

Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked, knowing that he, most likely, got the effect that he was looking for. “I will, only now is not the time to be discussing this.” I said, making him raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asked, looking more intrigued now. “Lysandra.” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I want her brought back. And it is going to be done whether or not she liked i

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

They were not mated, and had never been mated. Gabriel was 29, Max was 26, Tristan was 24, and Axel was 20. Axel was still a bit young to get married. He wasn’t barely even legal and not at all of drinking age by human standards. So, he gets a pass. But her other brothers, Max and Tristan, have no excuse. Hell, even her dad could take her place if he wanted too. Her mother had been gone for ten years by now, and while Leah had no idea how it felt to lose one’s mate, surely ten years is enough time to grieve? She wasn’t trying to be heartless at all, but as her father, shouldn’t he be the one to step up and protect his family?

“Thirty-four, sir. Why?” “Just wondering.” I turned to face him. “Look into the Bryants for me. They’re out of—” “Texas. I’m aware of who they are. I attended school with Damon. Smart guy. Cocky to a fault, but he’s brilliant.” He stood. “And I’ve heard of this Alex Reid guy. He’s in the media all the time.” “For what exactly?” “Loads of things over the last few years. He’s brilliant as well but lives a bit eccentricly. I think he was the richest, most eligible bachelor in the Times a year or so ago.”