Alicia Vikander Novels & Stories

she said softly. “No. Uncertainty can be more useful than certainty,” Alicia said. Cristiano’s child. A secret Alicia had already positioned as currency. “I will not let you use this,” Valentina said. “You will do what is necessary,” Alicia said. “For you?” “For survival,” Alicia replied. Valentina stood slowly. “For yours,” she corrected. A flicker of something—almost maternal—crossed Alicia’s face. Then it vanished. “Rest. Tonight requires composure,” Alicia said.

“Six years.” “There’s more,” Victor said, sliding a series of photos across the table. Images of various women—beautiful, poised, all of them linked to Luca at one point or another. “She’s been systematically eliminating your romantic interests. Poisonings disguised as accidents, staged car crashes, disappearances. Quiet. Professional. Only one got away: Aaliyah Smith. She fled to Lagos Nigeria after a close call and has been in hiding there ever since.”

She had stood tall and alone, enduring the scorn with quiet resilience that few could have managed. The vision shifted seamlessly to the dense forest, revealing layers of manipulation by Selene, waves of fear, and profound loneliness. Aria had been hunted relentlessly, time and again, through shadows and threats that never seemed to end. The visions flowed without pause or mercy, each one building upon the last to paint a complete picture of her existence.

Stephanie could feel the children’s excitement building as they made their way through the heart of the pack’s community toward Alicia's shop. Though she had initially considered using a human seamstress, she felt a sense of ease in choosing Alicia, a decision that felt more meaningful now. Alicia was not only an incredible seamstress but also a woman who deeply understood the werewolf world and its sacred ceremonies. Stephanie knew that Alicia’s designs would capture the spirit and traditions of the pack, honoring the connection to the Moon Goddess.

I clenched my jaw and told her to be quiet. Two maids waited when we arrived. Anna was one of them, smiling as if she had been waiting for this moment. “The Alpha asked for you tonight as well?” she said, and I groaned. Helena instructed the maids: “Something elegant, not excessive. Hair down. We want her to look like a lady in front of the Alpha.” Helena stepped back, and I watched as she walked out of the door, leaving me with the maids. “What do you plan to put me in tonight?” I asked once the door shut. Anna smiled. “That depends,” she said. “On how much you fight us.”

I gape at her, horrified that the new Alpha is already working his way through the women of the pack like some creepy Lothario. "Pot, kettle." Kendra giggles inside my head. "I don't mess around with pack members. Whose side are you on? Traitor." I huff back, my outrage towards this new Alpha increasing even more. "... doubt it, her dad sent her home and he looked furious." Mariah shifts her eyes towards the others. They know something they don't want to tell me and now I regret not going. "I told you." Kendra gloats from inside my head.

“So it seems. Do you perhaps have a problem with that?” The woman is stunned at my sarcastic response. She trades a glance with Talia, then hums. “She’s got fire in her. I’ll give her that one. After all, Shark’s always drawn to fire. The question is, how long will your spark retain him?” She speaks as if I’m not present here. Then she looks back at me and says. “I’m Alicia, by the way. Welcome to my little fashion abode. I’ll have one of my girls attend to you.” Amazed by her switch to professionalism, I nod. She snaps her fingers, and two of her workers step forward.

The woman removed her sunglasses, her gaze shifting between the two. "Hello, dear," she said, her eyes lighting up as she turned to Karina. "You know me?" Karina chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Of course, you're Alicia Montgomery, the famous singer from Brazil. I've heard your songs all over London when I was there the last five years." Alicia beamed, pulling Karina into a warm hug. "I'm honored, my dear," she cooed, before flicking her gaze back to Lucas, her expression unreadable.

“Then try harder.” His breathing evened out, and I sat there for a while, listening to the monitor’s soft rhythm. I wanted to believe it meant something was stable, that something in my life wasn’t shifting beneath me, but stability had always been a lie we told ourselves to survive. When Connor returned, his face said everything before he opened his mouth. “The message came through a Castellano server in Milan,” he said. “Which one?” “The branch Victoria had assigned Alicia to supervise.” I exhaled slowly, more tired than surprised. Alicia was elegant in that cold, deliberate way that came from years of living beside power without ever touching it. She's Victoria’s confidant and jealous of

She said, trying to make me smile. It worked. “That’s not true. I love your voice.” “And I love your curvy figure.” She said, rolling her eyes at me.We both laughed at that. I knew she didn't like curvy. “How are things at home with the Stalker Witch?” That was the code name Alicia had come up with to describe Linda recently and it always made me laugh. “So?,” I say. “She hasn't poisoned me in my sleep yet.” “Don’t give her ideas. You know that bitch is crazy.” Alicia replied.