Allysa Kincaid Novels & Stories

Episode 4&5 Alyssa's pov . I woke 6:45 with alot of excitement . I brush my teeth ,took a warm soothing bath , changed into something official and comfortable. I wore a blue flowered shirt with a black blazer ontop and a pencil trousers with my black heels that wasn't too visible that made me inch taller than I was and lastly I grabbed my black Louis Vuitton fake bag . Applied little makeup on and made my hair in losed bun .

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I ask. “No, it must have got lost in the mail, Alpha Kate, so perhaps you can take your sweet ass and come back some other time,” Alpha Cory replies. “No that’s okay, Alpha Cory, we’ll conduct our assessment today and tomorrow. I’d like to start with interviewing this Omega, privately of course.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

she instructed in a firm tone, not giving anything away. Noticing how steady she seemed, Sean's unease vanished. He nodded. "I'll drive you, then." … Night fell over Heightsnew Villa. Alyssa was uncharacteristically quiet when she returned home that day. She avoided her family members, retreating to her room immediately and locking the door. She then retrieved a surgical kit and began sterilizing the instruments one by one. It was time for "Dr. White" to take the stage. She sat at the edge of the couch, took a deep, steadying breath, and rolled her skirt up to her thigh.

Her hair was gathered in soft curls, her makeup tastefully elegant—she looked regal, breathtaking. A collective gasp rippled through the room. “She's so beautiful… like an angel.” “Absolutely stunning.” Cindy turned pale. Her hands dropped to her sides as she stared, stunned. Shane was speechless. Asher is her brother? Not her boyfriend? Relief flashed across his face. Now it all made sense—why Alissa had vanished for months. Why she was always seen among the rich. Cindy stared at her with disbelief. “Alissa? The missing heiress to the Kincaid fortune?” she scoffed. “There must be a mistake. How can she be a Kincaid? Did you know about this?” she asked Shane.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

one of them shouted, coming closer to where I was. "Hahaha, I have many routes to escape from. You should worry about yourself. Luciana is not doing anything and she is not going to do anything. Give up and spill the truth. "We do not know what truth you are talking about. You are just trying to blackmail us." "Blackmail you? Did I not tell you the last time that I knew everything? Why do I even know? That is because I am Ashley, the luna you all conspired to kill." There was a pale look of fear and distress on their faces.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

“Besides, Alysa here was just dying to come and support her company… or well, the fashion part of it anyway.” Then, as if only just noticing the person standing comfortably beside Pia, Alysa’s eyes locked onto Kathalina. A cruel, mocking smirk curled her lips, and in an instant, all pretense of civility and grace vanished completely. She stepped forward boldly, raising her voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, her words sharp, biting, and dripping with disdain. “Well, well, well… look who it is,” Alysa drawled, tilting her head as she looked Kathalina up and down from head to toe with pure disgust written all over her face.