Allysa Kincaid Novels & Stories

It was the spy she had sent, and from the look on his face, Maya knew that his report would not be good. "Well?" Maya asked impatiently. "What did you find out?" The spy hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure how to deliver his news. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Alpha Kylian is sick," he said. "He's been confined to his quarters for the past week, and there's no sign of improvement." Maya's heart leapt at the news. This was her chance to strike. "And who is his replacement?" she asked, her voice taking on a menacing edge.

She is a cheerful and brilliant girl, so smart and energetic, a bright future alpha that we had to raise as a human, because my daughter was too afraid of losing her. 24 years ago, I was ready to give the position to the next alpha, my son, Damian Stephan. He was a strong alpha and a top notch warrior. In the night of alpha ceremony, an army of hunters ambushed us. They threw several wolf's-bane smoke bomb to weakened us, and kill the most of pack member who were present in the ceremony. Where were the guards?

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

I looked down, pressing my lips into a tight line when I realized I was desperate. Clyve was quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help but think that I made a terrible mistake in coming over. But the satisfaction hit me straight when he nodded. “Go on.” “I promise I’ll do everything you’ll ask me to if you can ask your mom to pull some strings just for Keene’s complete diagnostic tests. I kind of Googled your mom—she’s the head of the Pediatrics Department at Central Hospital in New York. I researched that they had the best specialists and consultants that can give us some options for Keene’s case.”

“It’s true. She has the power. This is insane. She’s just an omega. How can she be the true heir of Hulen?” Nora’s voice is low and steady. “Conan. Alyssa is not an omega. She never was. She’s the daughter of Elric and Kasha.” Conan’s whole body stiffens. “What?” he growls. “I thought you killed the child!” “I tried to,” Nora snaps. “I left her to the shucks. I thought she was gone. But it looks like my sister had other plans.” The room goes completely silent. The fire crackles. The air feels heavy.

She hesitated but sat down anyways. Jason walked forward into view wearing different clothes this time and smelling of fresh mint. “Your name is Alyssa Sampson, correct?” He pulled her chart from behind his back as he walked around her, studying her every movement. “Tell me something about yourself. Married?” She winced. “No. I’m only twenty-three. Are you married?” She shot back, almost offended. “No. So any kids?”

“Understood.” He turned to leave, then paused. “Alpha,” he said, “just to be clear—” “I do not believe Alyanna is Ashley,” I said firmly, cutting him off. Orlando inclined his head slightly, acknowledging my words. “Alyanna Hendricks is nothing like the Ashley you knew,” I continued. “She is refined. Educated. Confident. And far too beautiful to be mistaken for someone who lived her life hiding in corners.” Liam hummed in agreement. She shines.

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She asked as she sat down next to me in the restaurant. I looked at her and furrowed my brow because I didn’t know what she was talking about. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Alisha Hall - Well,” she rolled her eyes. “Alisha Rodriguez is not Camilla Ross. Don’s wife bashed her online for lying and putting shame on their family name. You’re not in danger anymore, Sasha.” I smiled. Now, that was great news.

“That my love is the only freedom you’ll ever need.” I closed my eyes, burying my face in his chest, because if I didn’t, I would break apart completely. Elsewhere… Celine stood on the balcony of her room, her phone glowing in her hand. The investigator’s report was clearer now: Deinty Jannah Vasquez—twin sister of Alyssa Vasquez. Records indicate recent hospital visits under Alyssa’s name. Her lips curved into a sharp smile. “So, it’s true.” She tapped her finger against the railing, her mind already plotting.