Allan Wexler Novels & Stories

awake. Take care of yourself.” He hurried out of the room and Tyler looked from Thorn to me, “Um, that was weird. Right?” I nodded my head and looked over at Thorn who was staring at Tyler oddly, “It was weird because he is a witch. He was giving off weird vibes. Almost like he was scared.” Tyler nodded her head but I was full of questions because I have known Doctor Winder since I was a boy and he was a werewolf. I had seen him shift on multiple occasions, “Nah, he is a wolf, man. He just knows a lot about witches. He has taken care of all different kinds of people. I’ve seen that man shift more times than I can count.” Thorn shook his head and crossed his arms over his wide chest, “Sorry,

I growled, standing to refill my whiskey while they kept going with the report. Angelo is my Consigliere. My right hand. The one who represents the family in matters at the country’s central werewolf headquarters. Angelo, Leo, Nino, Dante, and Stephanie are the members of the Circle. The core of my power. The society that binds us, where we handle the business that keeps this family afloat. “I know you don’t like these events, but the Alpha King will be celebrating his 150th birthday at Frosthaven Castle,” Angelo explained, trying to convince me like always to show up at public events.

Caleb didn't flinch, instead, he let out a low, amused chuckle. “Not that one. She is mine,” I growled through gritted teeth, my hands curling into tight fists against his chest. “Easy, brother. I was only testing my luck,” Caleb said smoothly, raising his hands in surrender. “As you said, she belongs to you.” I forced myself to step back, turning away before his words could provoke my wolf any further. “Just a friendly reminder, Your Grace,” Caleb’s voice dropped, losing its playful edge. “A whore is a whore. You use her body to ease your tension, and once you are finished, you walk away. You cannot afford to fall for her.”

making this personal. The moment I step into the room, Alberto starts running his mouth not that I could tell you anything that he's saying. I don't have the necessary patience to listen to his bullshit right now. I look around and see Robbie, Will and Tony all standing next to a long metal table that holds some very interesting implements while Cole, Ryan and Warren are standing on the opposite wall. When did Warren get here?

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

It was security cam footage. Not ours. Maurice. Him shaking hands with a thin man in a gray coat. Face partially hidden. But I knew him. "Dr. Carl Wexler," Andre confirmed. "Fertility specialist." My blood turned to ice. I stood slowly. "This is recent?" "Twelve hours ago." That bastard wasn’t just coming for power. He was coming for proof. He wanted to discredit Sophia. Or worse—prove something unprovable. --- —Sophia’s POV—

(Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid) Once again thanks for reading Alpha Nixon. Lexington will have one hell of a story with just as much plot and even heartbreak. His story will leave you wondering what the hell can go wrong next. Asher is a timid being when it comes to meeting new people but a force to be reckoned with when he’s in full Alpha mode. His story will be heartwarming and full of spice. The twins story’s are still to come but I can reveal their names. Dexter Marsh is the only omega son of Alpha Nixon and Luna Harper and finds it hard to keep up with his Alpha a Beta brothers who never let him forget his place.

I figured it would be easier for a lot of people to see the evidence for themselves, and what better way than this? Soon, there were a series of chimes from people's phones. I also sent it to Clinton. But I didn't want to watch his expression for now because my attention was elsewhere. One of the pieces of evidence I sent them included a voice note. It was the most crucial to this moment, and I was glad they chose to listen to it first. Standing close to me, I could hear perfectly well what was being said. “I can't believe you had him killed and pinned it on that brat!” Beta Alvin's voice was clearly audible.

My head just bobbed up and down viscerally. Shifting his position on the couch, left knee still bouching, Grayson clears his throat. "The Great Council did confirm their suspensions on Alpha Raymond. He has disappeared from his home, wiped his hard drives, his digital profile is all offline, and his car is still parked inside his pack's garage. They, along with TRACERS, believe Raymond was working with Alec. We think Kyle and Kyson, who are also missing, are in on it." Leaning back in my chair, I cross my right ankle up on my left knee, fiddling my fingers, taking it all in. Cheese and rice, they have more moving pieces than I anticipated. This was planned, well planned...

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.