Alpha Swap Claire Novels & Stories

She hurried to check my mate's pulse. "What happened to her?" She asked while asking me to bring her to the room we used last time. "We don't exactly know. But we are guessing someone has trapped her soul. Last time we were here I spotted a book to do with that so I thought you knew how to fix this." Nelson explained. Alpha Clarissa didn't say anything. Instead, she placed her palm on Charlotte's chest. Some blue light escaped her palms seeming to enter my mate's body. She continued for a few seconds before she stopped and faced us.

||Claire|| “Who is your Alpha?” I asked pretending I didn't know who he was. “Clayton Wolke. The Alpha prince,” he answered, gazing into my face as I nodded. “Let's get out of here.” he cocked his head to the side. His blue eyes appeared to be more thoughtful than scrutiny. I swallowed, bobbing my head. “This way.” he guided me to the passenger seat, and shut the door like a gentleman before getting behind the wheel, in his electric red sports car.

Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Alex growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't ever want to see you at my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out to the club. Alex turned his attention to Ash and could see how tense he was. Alex closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Ash once more.

Clara continued the discussion they had been having before I walked in. “The rich always marry rich. They never go lower,” Tina responded. “Who are we talking about here?” As a lover of gossip, I quickly pried. “Alpha Xavier’s new woman,” Clara told me, and my pulse quickened. Clara proceeded to inch closer to me and showed me a picture comparison. One was a photograph of a young woman with brown hair just like mine, while the other was the picture of Xavier and me where my face was hidden. “See? Doesn’t it look like the same person?” she asked.

The sharp smell of bleach burns my nose and makes my eyes shed water. “Twenty-nine minutes left,” she whispers. Her phone screen lights up her face in the dark. I see her cracked red lipstick and smudged black mascara. She’s not the perfect Kieran ice princess anymore. A live recording from her phone shows Kieran chained to a stone altar; his suit jacket is missing. A priest reads from a big book while Audra adjusts the diamond tiara on her hair. “She doesn't want him,” Sloane says. Her long nails dig into my arm hard enough to hurt. “She wants the Alpha power in his blood. Their first child together will inherit his mark.”

Alpha Ryan mumbled enough for me to hear him. He held my hands in his, and I could feel them trembling. Oh, my Goddess, I wonder what will happen when he realizes who I am. I cleared my throat, pushing back the tears that has been threatening to fall out of my eyes. “Yes, I do.” I croaked. “You may now kiss the bride.” Smiling, Alpha Ryan placed his hands on the veil covering my face and I sucked in a deep breath.

I apologized and walked up to her as fast as I could to meet up with her pace. I let out a deep breath by the time we got to Alpha Damon’s door. Claire entered without knocking on the door. Does she always have the permission to do whatever she likes? She slammed the door in my face before I could follow her in. For the sake of formalities, I knocked on the door twice before opening it. Entering the living room, I saw Alpha Damon seated on a chair as he scanned through some papers. “She is here,” Claire informed. Alpha Damon looked away from the papers in front of him and then at me.

Marigold blushes as she shakes his hand. “Marigold Correl, daughter of the previous Beta of Evergreen. And … no, I’m yet to be Luna.” Her statement raises a question in my head. I look at Logan, whose gaze is apparently still burning into my face. He puts an arm around her waist and pulls her close. These two definitely deserve each other. “I must say, it’s rather bold of you to show your face here again,” he says coldly. My dad tries to interfere. “Alpha—”

I said. "Or," Isla corrected, her voice tight, "she wanted him to hear." She wanted him to hear. Not the attempt itself. The result. She had reached for my mind at a formal dinner with the telepathic Alpha heir present specifically so he would hear exactly what she found, or rather, what she didn't find. She had wanted Alexander to know that something was profoundly wrong with me. She had forced his hand to verify the silence. I pressed my fingers tightly over the silver bracelet on my wrist.

“Come and greet our guest.” As we approached them, I saw Zach giving with sister a death glare, and Felix, well he was giving me that hardest, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing” stare that was making me weak in the knees. “Claire, Mia… this is Alpha Heath from the mark moon packed,” he said, gesturing to Heath. “Heath, this is Claire, our gamma female, and Mia, her visiting friend,” he continued, gesturing to the two of us.