Leah Reynolds Novels & Stories

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

Something fishy was going on and soon she’d discover it. Leah found a moment of peace by the poolside, letting the summer sun bask into her skin as she lay down, stretched out on the recliner trying to pretend her entire world hadn’t been falling apart. She tried to appear normal because they were watching, what they didn’t know was that she was watching them too. Tracking every movement, memorizing every expression on their face. Especially his. She spotted Alex at the other end of the poolside. Talking to someone on the phone with his back turned. She closed her eyes to try to pick up on what he was saying but his voice was way too low.

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!

or to be crushed under the weight of skepticism. On the stage, Leah remained at the very edge of the spotlight, standing calmly in her perfectly fitting blazer and heels, quietly surveying the room. Her intent was not to compete. Her intent was to destroy. For Leah, the game has always been about maintaining control. About being able to maintain the upper hand. About keeping others off balance. Today, she had only one person in her sights: Shylie Reed.

There was a pause. The kind that tells you someone is choosing their next words carefully. “The summary,” he said finally, “is that I got you an assistant.” I sat up straighter. “You what?” “She’s one of the best,” he said. “Her name is Leah. She has worked with Teni Lawson, Maya West, Amara Blake, and two media personalities you like. She will make your life easier. And safer. And she will help you manage this… attention.”

Leah swallowed the piece of bagel she was chewing before replying, "Well, I have three assignments today. So I would be all tied up." "What do you do? are you still studying?" I asked Leah. "I am an aspiring actress, I also model, to fund my acting classes," she beamed at me. "Haven't you noticed how plump she is? That is what the art class needs. Plump nude models." Mike interjected cheekily. Leah glared at her brother and threw a doughnut at him. "It's call RUBENESQUE, you twit." Mike roared with laughter, caught the doughnut and stuffed it in his mouth. I smiled seeing their banter. I had always wished for a sibling. But my parents never had a second child.

She glared at Liam, her eyes ablaze with white-hot rage, and snarled, "This is unacceptable! You're a murderer, Liam, so how dare you justify your actions with that self-righteousness? You killed my children and my husband! You destroyed the entire Walker clan! I lost my family because of you! I swore on my dead family's grave that I will not rest until I make you get a taste of my pain! "You married that b*tch Celena Stone, didn't you? And I also heard that you have a daughter together, is that right? I'm going to kill your wife and daughter right in front of your eyes, and perhaps then you will understand the pain I have had to go through!" Leah's face was twisted into a grotesque sneer, d

Aside the notable features that she and Logan share, like the pointed nose, round and sumptuous lips and brown eyes that lit up in the sun, and could suck you in when they give you an intense gaze, Leah was a model. She is not as tall as Logan, but she sure has been gifted with a good height and although slim waist, she has full hips and butt. When I first saw her, I envied her. And she talked way too much! I could pretend to be sleepy but Leah is a pushy person, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wants. “You will need to visit the stylist. I have a couple of magazines that will be using you and Logan as their front cover for full week after the wedding.

Leah just didn't move, she didn't know that Liam had planned revenge that would mess up all of Leah and Adrian's plans. *****

“You said the same thing about Lysandra.” I slammed the glass down. “Lysandra is a failure,” I growled. “She let emotion rule her. Jealousy. Attachment. She let that Omega crawl her way back into Damon’s bed and stood there, watching like a child.” “She was a child,” Mikhail said. “In case you haven't noticed. In case you've forgotten. Lysandra was sent to Damon young and emotional. But she still stood her ground. For years she stood her ground.” “Delilah is different,” I said, trying to convince myself more than him. “She’s sharper. She hates them. She’s seen the truth. She knows what they did to her mother.”