Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

I crossed my arms and said, “We’ll I’m not the ghost of Christmas past. Now who are you?” She looked up and said, “My name is Delania O’Malley, Alpha Baylor.” I nodded, then said,”Everyone can get up. Dane, would you and your warriors take these folks and find a place for them before dinner? Alpha Colin and I are going to take Miss O’Malley to see if Siobhan needs help with anything at the pack house.” “Yes Alpha, if you all would follow me,” Dane replied.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

She walked over to the oldest woman in the group-a slightly overweight, stylishly dressed blonde-linked arms with her and led her forward. "Liam, this is my friend Sloane. Technically she's a liaison-she stands between the team and the real world, taking care of all the details the scientifically gifted seem to be so bad with. In reality, she's my best friend and the reason I'm just so darned normal." He eyed the other woman and wondered how many Eva's secrets she knew. "Nice to meet you," he said as he shook hands with Sloane. Sloane smiled. "I'm enjoying meeting you, as well," she said. "Finally."

Abduct an Alpha, but not just any Alpha—Alpha Orion of the North. It was monstrous as it was risky, likely to ignite the very war he was trying to delay. Still, Dr West's research had been clear: the old blood from the North carried markers no test subjects from the other realms showed. Harvesting bone marrow alone produced nothing stable; they needed more—whole, untainted tissue and certain gene sequences that only a direct descendant of the Alpha bloodline of the first Lycans could provide.

I gestured to their battered, blood-stained clothes. "And make sure you change out of those bloody dresses as soon as we get outside." I turned back to the door, and they fell in step behind me while Kane rushed forward, hauling the heavy garage door up with a groaning shriek of metal. Sloane was standing right outside, leaning against her car. A pretty woman in her own league, with a sharpness in her eyes that could cut glass. We both have this aligned mission of having a bone to pick with old man Dhaval, and well.. who wouldn't want to work with a pretty hacker?

"I can't. Asher Donovan crashed his Ferrari in London. He's fine," Sloane said when Isabela and I gasped. Neither of us cared about sports, but the famous soccer star was too pretty to die. "But I have to put out the media fire. This is the second car he's crashed in as many months." Sloane ran a boutique public relations firm with a small but high-powered client roster. She was always putting off fires. She motioned our server for the check, paid the tab, and made me promise to call her if I needed anything before she disappeared out the door in a cloud of Jo Malone perfume and platinum blonde hair.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Sloane murmured, her voice a low, mesmerizing purr. She reached out, her slender, manicured fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. The touch was light, but it carried the weight of a massive temptation. Kasen's knuckles clenched on his keys as his mind flashed to Axiom Global—the multi-billion-dollar baby he had watched burn down in a single night. With her other hand, she held up a sleek, black leather folder. "Axiom Global," Sloane said softly, tapping the folder against his chest. "The brilliant, multi-billion-dollar empire Maeva Sterling bankrupted to punish you. Over the weekend, I purchased the remaining forty-nine percent of the company's floating shares. It is mine."

Sloane replied, her voice still carrying that bright, youthful energy Ryan remembered so well. Ryan quickly ended the call and stepped out of his office, eager to see the stepdaughter he hadn’t laid eyes on in years. The moment he entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Sloane was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone. She was breathtaking. A tight tube top barely contained her full, round breasts, and her cutoff denim shorts showcased long, toned, tanned legs and a flat stomach. Her long, silky dark hair cascaded down her back, framing a stunningly pretty face. Ryan’s gaze kept drifting helplessly to the deep cleavage spilling out of her top. She c

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.