Alpha Widow Novels & Stories

They looked exactly like doors. “What kind of employment?” she asked. Theodore slid the folder across the desk. “Estate records, correspondence, archival inventory, and administrative support for the Widow’s Fund.” At the name, Benedict’s eyes flicked toward Theodore. There it was again. That little shift. The kind people made around loaded weapons. “The Widow’s Fund,” Violet repeated. “My late wife’s foundation.” Eleanor. The photograph. The sad eyes. The lake. Violet looked down at the folder but did not touch it.

When I submitted my request to the council table, the elders stared at me with open hostility. Head Elder Matthias Graystone tapped his fingers against the table, his voice dropping low. "Leah, the law states that Regulus' widow falls under Lawrence's protection now. If you insist on leaving, does that mean you're dissatisfied with the new Alpha?" I kept my eyes down and swallowed my anger. "I only recognize Regulus as my mate. While he lived, I was his Luna. Now that he's gone, I won't attach myself to another male."

However, one couldn't live without money. "We have enough. I hold a high position in that clan. I don't lack money." Victoria watched as Wendy lifted the suitcase of gold with one hand, and the other suitcase filled with silver with her other hand. Victoria could not help but be impressed. "What's your identity there?" "I am the Hughes clan's Holy Maiden. The daughter of the Hughes family, Lena Hughes." The group of people boarded the plane, and the plane took off. In the Azure Estate, Louis sat in his car. He watched as the plane flew high and far into the air. His expression looked lonely and determined.

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

ALIRA'S POV “It's Alec." Betsy bit out. At that moment, it felt like I was being poured ice water and I instantly started shivering. "Which Alec??” My mother asked. "How many Alecs do we have mother??” "Wait, are you trying to tell me that you are pregnant for your sister's husband??” “He was mine first before he met Alira…and as far as I am concerned, I don't acknowledge that sham of a marriage.” Betsy said.

I shouted, slamming my fist on the desk. "You have no idea what kind of woman—" "Oh, I know," she cut in, her voice suddenly sharp. "The famous widow of Lorenzo Russo. The professional model gracing every front cover in Chicago, now known as the ‘boss lady’..." she spat the last words out like venom. "There’s something off about her," she added, sitting upright like she was about to reveal the key to a mystery. "And what exactly is that?" I asked, knowing full well she was about to spout nonsense.

“My father was a man of great strength and wisdom. He guided us through the darkest times and celebrated with us in the brightest. Today, we lay him to rest, but his legacy will continue in all of us.” His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. At that moment I forgot I hated him. I was only seeing the man who lost his father—a man that was grieving. Clinton’s presence beside me was steady, offering a silent strength that I leaned into. I tried to control myself so that no one would become suspicious of me because to them I wasn't Ruby—I was Natasha, the Alpha King's cousin. Carolina stepped forward next, her delicate features twisted in grief as she gently placed her bouquet on the coff