Anna Walsh Novels & Stories

She was nothing more than a threat, not only to them, but also to her arrivals position Sienna De Luca, the woman that she should have eliminated. And now she was going to learn what it is to cross me. “Get me Nikolai,” I said coldly, not bothering to raise my voice. I didn’t have to. The guard outside the door heard me. They always did. Moments later, Nikolai stepped in. My beta. My oldest weapon. He raised an eyebrow at me for a moment before looking down at his feet, waiting to see what I was going to say. He bowed his head, his silver eyes gleaming with the kind of loyalty that Delilah had clearly forgotten. “You called, Alpha?”

I said quickly, eyes darting to the judge. He leaned closer on his desk, never breaking eye contact. “Let me help. Anna Wesson. Born in Texas. Former partner of the late Mitchell Cavanaugh. Changed identity in 2012 after inheriting his fortune and exhausting it in less than four years. Then relocated and assumed a new life under the name Darla Kingsley and then, Darla Whitmore after marrying Mr. John. Does that refresh your memory?” I gripped the edge of the witness stand, bile crawling up my throat. “I’ve made mistakes…”

Alpha Nicholas Tonight has been up there with a fucking tornado. From hosting a ball to being forced to meet wanna-be future Lunas to finding my mate, all of which I didn't want then to add on being woken out of bed to hear of She-wolves running around our lands at 1 in the morning, And if that wasn't enough, one of those girls just so happened to be my mate and the other my brother's mate.

“He was.” Walsh’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “We used your people to set the wheels in motion. Joan, the push that sent the grandmother down the stairs—all covered by your clan turning off the CCTV. It was all planned.” I clenched my fists, rage simmering under my skin. “You dragged us into your games. Now you want to use Naya for revenge.” My voice softened, burdened with a complicated truth. “I love her. But I’ll do whatever it takes. Once this is done, I’ll apologise. She’ll understand. She has to. By then, she’ll be part of my family.”

Reyes answered quietly. “Her name is Naomi Vale.” The name clearly meant something to Alex. Too much. Alicia saw it instantly. “Who is she?” Alex looked physically sick now. “She worked with Kane.” Silence. Then Reyes delivered the part that shattered whatever calm remained. “She also worked in Zurich.”

They're too far from the microphone for clear audio, but their body language suggests this isn't a casual conversation. "Who is she?" "A journalist. An investigative reporter for the New York Chronicle. Her name is Rebecca Walsh, and she specializes in exposés on wealthy families and corporate corruption." Viktor pulls up Walsh's credentials. "She broke the Vandermeer scandal last year, the Harrison embezzlement case, and she's currently working on something involving tech billionaires and their 'questionable business practices.'" My blood runs cold. "Emma is feeding her information about us." "That's the theory. We managed to get partial audio from a directional mic." He plays a clip, and E

WENDY'S POV Annalise. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. She was the glacier that had frozen Nathaniel's soul, a tall, skeletal blonde who looked like she'd never eaten a carb in her life. She walked toward us with a predatory grace, her red-painted nails looking like blood-dipped claws. "I figured you might be here," she purred, her eyes flicking over Nathaniel with a disgusting sense of ownership. "Well, this is the last place I thought I'd run into you," Nathaniel replied, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "What are you doing here?"

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

“Ms. Walsh, you can leave now. Please comply with the restrictions during the investigation. If you violate these rules, you will face criminal charges.” I picked up my bag and put the business card back inside it. “Detective,” I said, standing at the door, my hand on the doorknob. “Anna Walsh fainted inside the villa yesterday, in front of me and my husband. Alexander carried her to the guest room. Three minutes later, she came out, accusing me of setting the fire. The window of that guest room leads to the backyard. If anyone wanted to escape from the fire scene, that’s the shortest route.”

She held a crying baby in her arms and in the cribs around her, were two dozen other young children, half of them screaming and crying. "What the fuck..." I whispered. "Luna, you can't be here," the woman said, "Does the Alpha know?" I shook my head, "I'm sorry. I just had to see what's going on in this place." She looked incredibly nervous, "I have to sound the alarm." "No," Allison said quickly, "We'll go... but do you work here?" She nodded, "I'm a nurse. I feed and care for the kids in this ward." "And it's just you... with about 24 young children?"