Megan Alder Novels & Stories

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

I took him into my arms and held him in silence. Out of us all, Aleister was the closest to Carol. He grew up playing more in her house than our own. Aleister’s best friend from he was 3 years old is Carol’s youngest daughter, Megan. Up until she announced she was actually gay last year, we all thought Megan and Aleister could have been mates. Although they always laughed it off, as both of them knew about her sexuality until she was ready to come out and tell people herself. I knew his reaction was too quiet. She was always a second mother to him, even before our parents died.

"By the way, where's your ex-girlfriend?" Josh's expression darkened. "Megan's in some seriously hot water recently with the authorities. She's been taking substantial sums from friends and associates, including Rebecca Cornell, under the guise of investments. Instead, she's diverting that money into different companies and ventures, just like she did with me, all to fund her extravagant lifestyle." Josh's jaw tightened visibly as he struggled to maintain his professional demeanor. When he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of disdain. "Ah, and the stock market crash at Luminary Productions, where she heavily invested expecting results from President Cornell's Sci-Fi project, didn't help.