Fictive Alter Novels & Stories

“My scholarship is on the line and my mom's mad at me. I don't think I'm dramatic enough.” He was quiet for a moment. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” “Yeah, well, it did.” I was surprised that he felt bad. “I can help you fix it. I think.” He rubbed the back of his head. “What do you mean? How?” “Firstly Dad might change his mind. Also, if you go back to school, you're dead meat. You're everywhere by now, and Vivian is very mean. If we pretend to date for a while, it'll—”

“It had been discovered that she came from the Winterbourne Pack. A pack far away in the north. The people of this pack had the rare gift of mimicking scent, taking another person's appearance and they could also create a fake mate bond which I believed was what Nora created and those stories about being mistreated in her pack were all lies. I knew of every one of her schemes and when I investigated her, I realised that she wasn't even employed here in the first place. She had killed the lady who was originally employed just to take her place. So, for the records, her name wasn't even Nora in the first place.” Evander's jaw dropped as he read the report, the parchment paper slipping off his

“Excuse me?” “Fake dating,” he said, as casually as if he were ordering coffee. “It’s simple. You act like my girlfriend; I act like your boyfriend. People leave us alone. Predators—human and otherwise—stay away. You get protection, I get… well, it’s complicated. But mostly, we both stay alive.” Alina stared at him, trying to process the words. Fake dating? With him? The brooding, dangerous, irresistible Rhett Blackwood? “You’re insane,” she said finally.

“He wants to control my line even from exile and I refuse to accept that. So…” He turns from the window to face me with a shrug. “I need a distraction,” he continues. “I need someone who could never, under any circumstances, be accepted as a viable mate by the council. A severed wolf with zero shifting capacity is the Alpha’s absolute worst nightmare. And you, dear rookie, are the perfect weapon against his leverage.” Ah yes. Romantic partnerships, but make it insulting, why don’t you? Still, the words sting hard, a searing prick of reality that hits exactly where my old Silvercrest insecurities live. I’m the perfect weapon because I’m completely useless by their standards. I’m basically the

I looked at her and she seemed to have understood what I was saying. " I can't even look at them in the eyes and can't avoid them either. Whenever we meet he seems to avoid me which hurts me as well as him. Our relationship is getting affected. So my best friend suggested to me that I should introduce someone as my girlfriend to them. It would calm him and he would be assured that I am not interested in his wife. So can you please pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my friends? " She was about to say something when her phone started ringing. She looked at her screen. Prachi was calling her. Her eyes started shining when she saw her name. She picked up the phone.

“Okay. I’ll try, but I want to keep holding onto Ford while I try to search for her.” My mate’s loving smile is all the courage I need to try this. He whispers, “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” I take another deep breath. I can do this. I slowly close my eyes and try to concentrate on the ability to make people think you are a beta or an alpha when you are something else. However, nothing is happening. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but I had thought something would happen. I concentrate a little harder and try to focus on faces. Who is the person who disguises the second gender?

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.

“What about the… other me?” “Oh, that” he smirked “that’s called Alibi. I can create a copy of someone and Alibi brainwashes them into thinking he was the one there the whole time. He was the one talking to Torch and the one walking with him when we were set up. He replaces you completely. You were never there.” Why couldn’t he replace Torch instead? Torch should never have been there. He should be here. “I know it hurts” Trauma patted my shoulder “it just shows you really cared for him. Just focus on honouring that Blood Oath you took and not insulting Torch’s memory.”

He acted as if he did not know me, as if I was someone else he had never seen. One thing I realized about him is that he’s a pro. Legitimate pro in this field. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one had a lot of kids because he seemed to know very well that the roundabout cycle of the set up of two of us. Is this what he does all the time? Send his surrogates on his company then ignore the hell out of them? Is he that ashamed to let everyone know that he’s trying to conceive with somebody because he fucking want a kid?

I think about Thalia’s offer and know that Alpha Bridger is actually one of the good Alphas and Thalia might be right to say that he will allow me to stay. Thalia asked for a couple of days. I should be able to fake coming to work for at least that. I stay in the park until just before it gets dark and then I make my way back to my car and head back to the pack. I had Misty in my head pestering me for a short run, so I stop just away from the packhouse and get out. I look around and make sure no one is around as I strip next to the car and then place my clothes inside. I then take one more look around and then shift.