Alice Walton Hijos Novels & Stories

“Our reporters behind the scene are indeed reporting that the timeline works out. Enrollment for Ian and Alvin Ortega at a local elementary school do report that the boys are approximately six years old, which does suggest that they are precisely the right age to be the product of Victor Kensington’s one-night affair with Evelyn Walsh.” She takes a minute to continue listening to the voice in her ear. “We further report that after the boys’ claiming yesterday Alpha Kensington did indeed take the formely-Rogue Evelyn Ortega into his custody as a pack member.” The journalist smirks at us from inside the screen. “Well well well. It looks like Evelyn Walsh is very much back in the picture for Vi

“Your younger sister married your former fiancé. Now you are her Aunt.” His tone became aggressively loud. “That's quite unusual, don't you think?” A few people chuckled at this question, my misery entertaining them. Anger curled in my chest, faster than embarrassment this time. Unfortunately for them, I wasn't in the mood to provide better material. “Alice, Jared, Mr. Walton, and I are all family now.” My voice remained steady as I smiled pleasantly. “We're all Waltons.” The reporter opened his mouth, ready to grill me further, but I beat him to it.

While he was from the Wisdom Pack, I was from the Discipline Pack. Until I was kidnapped and dragged here to be kept prisoner when I was only thirteen. I'm older now. And I'm a leader. Kaden, the Alpha of Vengeance allowed me a small portion of his land after I released his brother and told him where his parents were, to lead. "Cross off Kaden and Landon while your at it. Both are mated," I say, and Adrian obliges. I stare at the remaining names. "What about Isaiah?" Adrian asks, ready to cross the name off. The Alpha of Passion.

Alvin, now five years old, ran towards his father. “Daddy! Daddy is awake!” Alvin exclaimed, hugging Morgan’s neck. Morgan gently unwrapped Alvin’s hug. He looked at Alice with a blank stare. "Alice, who is this child? And why are you waiting here for me?" “Morgan, I was married to you. Alvin is our son," Alice answered. Morgan frowned. “I don't remember. I don't remember us ever being married. Didn't I only know you from our one-night stand? Why is there a child?"

Let me introduce myself again. I am Anna Sinclair Walton. Daughter of infamous Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, sister of Aaron. The wife of Dr. Hale Davy Walton, and I was currently alone on my honeymoon with only my fingers to help me in need. For the first few minutes after Davy left, I kept staring at the space he had once vacated, waiting for a crew to jump out and yell surprise. I had even positioned myself well, my back straight as a rolling board, practicing my smile because I would be damned if the camera captured me at a bad angle, but minutes ticked by and all I got was silence.

This news was like a huge punch on my neck and a painful kick on my chest. Walton's have finally reunited with their daughter. I am so happy for them. Afterall I am seeing a family which loves their kid and is ready to go against the world. So Lyra is alive!

she squealed as she bounced up on her toes and threw her arms around my neck. “What kind of abettor would I be if I didn’t help my favorite witch get her man?” I teased and noticed that the mischief and sass was back in the twinkle of her eyes. End of Flashback The visit went well and it was nice to meet Machieste and see little Alpha Marlon thriving. Alpha Baylor was young and inexperienced, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with drive and determination. Agatha told me that the Alpha had grown up in the States in an orphanage in Boston, so that would explain his stance on equality and his gentle but firm demeanor.

After graduating from college, he became CEO of his family’s company and made it an even more successful business empire in just a few years. Alex Wilson and the alliance had chosen Victor to be Alberta's husband and the next leader of the United Alliance of Alphas. The werewolf population needed the best leader. And he was indeed breathtaking. Victor spoke to the reporter about his recent trip to the hometown of Alex Wilson’s deceased wife. He accidentally found a rare childhood picture of hers. The camera shifted to a photo of Alberta’s mother, the one that everyone has seen in the news before. The Alpha female was beautiful, with long straight hair and delicate eyebrows. But the following

“Hello, I am Bradley Walton.” The name felt familiar to Sadie, like she had heard it somewhere. Suddenly, realization struck her! It was the Waltons’ previous patriarch—Bradley Walton! “Y-You’re Mr. Walton Sr. from the Waltons?” “That’s me. This is my son, Hogan Walton, my daughter-in-law, Catherine White, and my granddaughter, Yulene Walton.” Bradley smiled. The Waltons had been keeping a low profile in recent years, so Sadie could not recognize them since she had never come in touch with them. She felt a little out of place as they were notable names.

"Not at all." "Is it true that you have a child with him?" another reporter asked quickly. "Some people say that when you divorced, you were pregnant." Elena nodded. "Yes. And today, I want the world to know that I have four wonderful children. Three smart girls, and one son." All the cameras went straight to her. "My son's name is Alva. He's almost five years old." "Alva Lancaster?" someone asked. Elena stared intently at the camera. "I call him Alva Whitmore but, yes... he is the son of Damian Lancaster."