Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

At the Havana Club, Thorne and his friends were drinking expensive wine. Sloane was among them chatting and laughing. However, his close friend, Archie Lane, had stopped being his friend, but Thorne didn’t take it to heart. It had been a month since Sloane visited her cousin in prison. June. She had promised her cousin that her future husband, Thorne Ferguson, would reward the person who would torment Michaela with a million rand. However, she didn’t have that kind of cash. She had spent all her savings on fine dining with her friends. Also, she had spent her money on designer clothes and luxurious handbags.

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

Sloan ordered sternly as she glared at Darryl. Sloan felt extremely shameful and upset. She was the warrior goddess, but she had stood so close to Darryl for such a long time. If the news were to spread, how could she still lead the armies? Darryl smiled and replied, "What happened just now? I don’t think I did anything to you." He did think that Sloan had such an interesting personality. She was the warrior goddess, and everyone respected her. However, her cute and embarrassed expression had been very alluring too.

Alex POV She stormed out after hearing me say I wanted her to become my Luna sooner than later. She almost died.. not because we were attacked but because I sent her out to the person that wanted to kill her. No sign of Henry when we showed up either. I made Ryan search the territory for his body. He had to have skipped out before we showed up. I need to find him, I want him dead. He’s the whole reason she got mixed up in this mess. I can see the pain in her eyes every time I look at her. Since we got her back she hasn’t looked at me nor wanted to touch me. I’ve been sleeping in my office because the cold shoulder in bed kind of sucks. Creed and her have gotten closer than I like. I still do

Her mother, Solar, gestured for her brother to unlock the door. The screeching of the chair being tugged out fortified more to the pressure inside their house. "There's a summon for every unmatch she-wolf in this region. They need to battle for the throne as the Alpha's Luna. For those who lose, their life will be the cost. And for the victor, she will be hailed as the Luna in the upcoming eclipse."

"I didn't say it's easy, dolt." "But you do make it sound like it's so easy to do," Primus retaliated to Wregan. I just scratched my head. Of course, this is why Primus approached me and introduced me to others. Because my name, Sloan Etheswyth, fits perfectly in the Sloth sin that they are looking for. I wonder how they knew my name. We just need one member with the name that fits the codename Lust. “I have a plan,” Wregan said, grinning widely. His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Talk to your cousin."

Sloan: “where is his last location?” Daniel: “The girl was taken from Albany this afternoon.” Sloan: “We are riding out at first light.” Daniel: “We? Who is We?” Sloan: “I’m working with someone on this one.” Daniel: “You never work with anyone” Sloan: “Yeah, well, this time, it’s personal for this person, so I told him he could help.” Daniel: “Him? Sloan, you’re working with a man?” Sloan: “um... I have to go. Bye!”

Sloane sighed, leaning back in the booth. "Here comes the Wicked Witch of the West Coast. God, she’s exhausting." Bianca stopped at the edge of the table, she looked at me, then at Sloane. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she recognized the Chicago heiress. "Sloane," Bianca acknowledged with a stiff nod. "I didn't know you picked up strays." "I like strays," Sloane drawled, looking bored. "They have more personality than purebreds and they bite harder."

You should be ashamed of yourself. "Where are we going to party later? What did Pierce say?" one of the guys from Pierce’s group asked. "He’s probably arranging something for later," replied a girl. "Where’s Piercy now?" another one asked. "Ugh! Don’t look for him. He’s probably with Slo. You know they haven’t seen each other in a long time." I froze when I heard that. I’m sure Slo is Sloane. "That’s true. Sloane doesn’t want a boyfriend yet, so Pierce’s just waiting. She’s studying medicine, so no boyfriends for now to avoid distractions."

This wasn’t memory trying to seduce her back. This was a summons. Sloane dropped the letter onto her desk. Her cardigan slipped off one shoulder as she moved, the fabric falling loosely around her narrow frame. She was tall, slim, with sun kissed Mediterranean skin that still held a gleam of summer even as autumn crept through the city. Her dark hair was disheveled from sleep, pulled into a low knot at the nape of her neck. Her stormy grey eyes kept drifting back to the envelope. Like it might vanish if she looked away.