Leah Williamson Stories Novels & Stories

Her beautiful grey orbs staring at them with a resolve that only fueled their frustration. “Then if that’s what you think, I believe there’s no reason for me to stay here.” They had wanted to ask her questions, to clear their doubts. but it was clear Leah had no intention of providing answers. They could only watch helplessly as she walked away, leaving them with their doubts and the hope that the investigation would soon provide them the answers they needed. They wanted to find an opportunity to see her again. But Hudson and Brixton didn’t expect to see her at a bar with another man. The sight stirred raging emotions in their chest that their wolves were taking over. But then seeing her bei

Callum asked, voice calm, as if he wasn’t currently buried inside me. “I don’t know,” came Adam’s reply. I rolled my eyes. “A she-wolf wouldn’t just run away without a reason,” Callum said reasonably, like he wasn’t implying anything while still slowly moving inside me. “She and her sister had a fight before she ran off. Her parents are beside themselves with worry,” Adam made an excuse. I rolled my eyes again. “I’ll call Andrew and Lauren,” Callum said, then hung up before Adam could speak further. He looked down at me, a dark amusement in his eyes.

Especially Mallory, who thinks she can threaten me with some cheap, gossiping secret. Davey's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his expression turning brittle. "What secret?" Leah shrugged, distracted by her own victory. "She’s been blathering on about something from years ago, things that don't even exist. She’s desperate." Leah straightened her posture, her eyes darting away. "It’s nothing, Davey. Ignore those morons. People like that love to weave fables to stay relevant." She pivoted, the triumphant mask sliding back into place as she leaned toward her son. "So, tell me. When is my grandchild coming over? I have so much to show her."

Liam shot her a look so cold that she froze, mid-sentence, and her next words spilled out in a panicked stammer, "Wh…wha…what are you trying to do? I'm warning you, Liam, that you're standing right in my territory! This is not someplace where you would want to declare war against us!" Leah had grown up the apple of her family's eye, and her privileged treatment had extended to her in-laws, the Walkers in Drunham City. Therefore, she always had people bending themselves backward for her every need, and this was her first time ever meeting someone who intimidated her. The way Liam looked at her sent chills down her spine, like how she would if she were standing by the shore, staring at a bustl

"I don't understand why Leah has to be left there. Throughout her life, she only devoted herself to studying medicine to help us, but this is what you repay her?" "Shut up, Damon! The Nightwalker had nurtured her enough! After all, she shouldn't be here because of her parents," Uncle William grabbed Damon by the collar, but Damon didn't show any anger towards him. "William, stop!" "Luna!" I shouted angrily. She looked at me with concern, but I just ignored her. I am angry with their decision. Damon is right. All of Leah's life, she has only studied treatment. She cares a lot about the members of the Nightwalkers, but that's not what we got back.

“No. Leave me.” When she was alone again, Leah sat at her father’s desk. She looked around the room, at the old books, the heavy chair, the scent of his cologne still hanging in the air. For a moment, her expression softened. She touched the desk gently. “You promised to make me Luna someday,” she whispered. “I’ll do it myself now, even if you almost broke that promise by trying to marry someone.” Her mind drifted briefly to Doria Welsh. She imagined her walking into the pack with her father’s body still cold, acting as though she belonged there. Leah’s jaw tightened. “She will never take this from me,” she said aloud. “Never.”

Westbridge’s new verification request sits on Elaine’s screen like a hand placed quietly over someone’s mouth. For several seconds, no one in the study speaks. Leah keeps her face still because stillness is the only thing she can safely offer the room. Her hands rest in her lap, one folded over the other, but beneath the top hand, her fingers have gone cold. She does not say Helen’s name. She does not say Noah’s. She does not say that Westbridge is no longer an archive route or an administrative pattern to her, but a real hallway, a real bed, a real woman whose care can be turned into leverage by anyone with the right wording and a clean signature.

“He wasn’t wrong.” She reached out and took my hand, her weathered fingers wrapping around mine, and just like that, I wasn’t the Shadow Queen visiting refugees. I was Leah, a pack wolf sitting down among pack wolves, sharing stories about the people we’d lost and the lives we’d lived before everything burned.

Luke got out and shut the door closed. Adrian moved to stand in front of Leah, he held Leah's shoulders with both of his hands, "Leah, through your story you will influence many women in the world! If someone who had been through hells like you could survive, there is no reason for them to give up! Now, pull your shit together and rock the stage!" said him, firmed. Leah breathed out then nodded in approval. She walked with confidence into the studio, where everyone was waiting for her story to be published. *****

After chit-chatting for some more time everyone left Lea's room. Once Lea was alone in her room she took her phone and opened the red icon that had the face of a dragon. There were two messages, one from William and the other from Mimi. William had just asked her if she wanted him to get any of her stuff back to the dragon world as he was coming back tomorrow. Lea just listed out a few things that she wanted him to bring back with him and then checked Mimi's message which was sent just a few minutes before.