Leah Victoria Novels & Stories

I pause near my still unpacked luggage, staring down at a stray bundle of dried lavender lying on top of my clothes. I should unpack. This place belongs to me now. I have no need for nerves. "And then there was me. Leah. A useless omega with no natural gift for combat, who spent her days reading about traditional medicine like it was the scripture and tending to the pack's children like I was their mother.” “It was a modest, quiet life. I wanted to be a healer who healed through tribal medicine and tonics. I wanted to be an herbalist and a healer, just like my ‘mother’."

Bags sat on pedestals like art pieces; shoes lined the walls in neat, impossible rows. She turned in a slow circle, trying…and failing not to look like a tourist. “Aria! Right on time.” Victoria approached from a side door, flawless in a cream pantsuit, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. Behind her, a younger woman with a sleek bob and an iPad. “Hi,” Aria said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I, um, have never been in here. This place is…insane.” Victoria smiled. “Then we’ll make it a good first experience,” she said. “This is Leah, my assistant.”

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Victoria pulled Leah against her, fingers still stroking lightly. “You’re mine now,” she whispered. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. Not Eden. Not Liam. Just me.” Leah didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull away either.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Her presence seemed to carry a weight of disdain as if the very air around her was poisoned with her bitterness. "Let me introduce Miss Leah Lewyn to all of you, Ladies. That bitch is just an Omega, a total fucking bitch. She used black magic to charm my brother, but later she got rejected by him. And you know what? She immediately threw herself into the arms of His Highness Alpha Lucian. Then, this comic character got nominated as the new VP of the largest company in this kingdom. Now she's all alone, showing up her ugly face at this high-end party. Where's His Highness Alpha Lucian, Leah? He dumped you, right? Why are you wearing jeans, by the way? Are you too poor to afford a dress? Where

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

She is going to marry him and take over. Restless and consumed by a burning desire to solidify her position as Killian's chosen mate, Leah sought solace in the company of her closest confidantes—Olivia, Halle, and Hailey. Gathering them together in the privacy of her chambers, she poured out her frustrations and fears, her voice laced with a fierce determination to assert her dominance and secure her future as the queen of the kingdom. They all listened carefully. With a steely resolve in her eyes, Leah outlined her plan to ensure that Elaine's presence posed no threat to her ambitions. She sought their counsel, drawing upon their wisdom and insight as she strategized her next move.

"And you didn't just ignore her you rejected her. If the High Council finds out our pack insulted the Crescent lineage before the treaty signings..." Leah didn't look at the crowd as she began her walk up the marble steps of the dais. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, her posture flawless. The midnight-blue silk of her gown rustled softly, the silver embroidery catching the light like frozen briars. For months, she had played the ghost, letting them push her into corners, letting them believe she was nothing more than a glitch in the academy's system. Now, every step she took felt like a deliberate crush against the pride of the people who had looked down on her.

I hesitated looking at the letter and swallowed. Gently I pulled on the crest and opened it, the writing was old and Latin, lucky for me, I learnt Latin before Darren got me out of school “Leah Waters, daughter of Robert Waters, was born a rare she-wolf and is the key to breaking the lycan curse.” My heart dropped and the world tilted. No. No.