Angelique Lewis Novels & Stories

MC (angry): (mind) Goddamn it! MC (angry): (mind) The night was going too smoothly. Artemis steps away from you as if you have a contagious disease. Angelique Lincoln comes to her side, looking stunning in her bright red dress. Angelique is also an alpha. She’s tall and willowy, not curvy like you are. What makes you hate her so much, though, is not her appearance. Your eyes darken when Angelique, not so subtly, caresses Artemis’ arm, a clear show of possession.

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.