Megan Alder Novels & Stories

Was it possible that there was something between Sister Weber and Leanne? The other possibility was that there was something between Sister Weber and Jack. “Can’t you see it, Megan? You’re being targeted. Did you have some disagreement with her before? Who is she?” Alex asked calmly. “Don’t you know who she is? Did you just join the company recently?” Megan said suspiciously. “She’s the first secretary of Alluring Paradise, and Miss Leane’s right hand. She’s practically Miss Leanne’s favourite, and is an amazing person… Alex, I’m sure you would have known this. Don’t offend her, otherwise, even I can’t save you.”

Megan's POV Eight Years Later "Are you happy now, Megan?" Alice asked me, and I was inside my office, looking out the window. "Happy about what?" I asked as I tried to think what she meant. "Well, being a successful businesswoman. You made your name, Meg. You are the company's CEO who owns the expensive best-selling perfume in the entire country. You are only new in the business world, three years more or less, but the product of your company is extraordinary," she said, and I smiled at her.

he says. “Who's Alex,” I mutter to myself. Megan, in contrast, remains seated. Her eyes are cold, giving me that look- like I don't belong, and she studies me as if she's trying to determine if I'm worthy to take the job. “Do what you need to do, and stay out of trouble,” she says softly, but there’s an edge to it that sends a shiver down my spine. “I…thank you,” I stutter. David chuckles softly, leaning against the armrest of the chair. “Don’t let her scare you. She’s… Megan. Just remember she likes to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Alpha, you do realize that you are constantly disrespecting me as well. And by putting down that woman’s situation, you are not being better than those werewolves who stood at the sideline. Alpha, maybe I am helpless, but as someone who is the leader of the pack, you could have done something about it a long time ago. You could see today that only a bit of reassurance and confidence was enough for her to make her decision.” “That convincing could have been done without you making such a scene publicly. You don’t always have to act out to attract the attention towards you. I get that you enjoy the spotlight, but there is a time and place for everything,” Kieran expressed.

Prince Galen smiles as he says "Likewise beautiful." Sasha regains her composure as she asks "Where the hell are you Megan.?" "I'm on planet Altundral, and the King and his brother have been looking after me, I injured my leg in the crash, and the Altundral healers have been taking care of me I'm going to stay here for a while and study the Altundral's and their planet." Sasha gasps, taking in my words "I don't like you being there on your own Megan, can you trust these people, you hardly know them."

he asks, sensing my confusion. “I don’t see my name,” I mumble. “Do you?” “You’re with me,” Reid supplies, moving to step beside me and offering an encouraging smile. “C’mon, I want you to meet some of our Denver allies.” He takes my hand and leads me across the field to where most of the other alphas and their mates are gathered, and I immediately recognize Astrid’s brother. He looks similar to her- same caramel skin, full lips, and sharp bone structure. What he’s missing, though, is Astrid’s contagious smile; he seems incredibly focused and serious, brow furrowed, lips set in a tight line.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“Megan!’ Arya called her and the girl turned around. Arya abruptly stood up and approached her old friend from the Institution. The last time they met at the infamous Crimson Flower. Ever since Arya lost track of her. “Arya?” Megan looked at the elegant young lady. “I’m so glad to see you. How have you been?” Arya felt enthusiastic about meeting Megan. “Well, I’m fine. Just the usual.” Megan looked to the side avoiding Arya’s eyes. “Are you still with that Alpha?” Arya asked, noticing Megan’s discomfort. “No, not anymore.” Megan said quietly. “I’m glad to hear it.” Arya smiled, that Alpha of her’s was an asshole, Megan deserved someone better.

“You, who sat there like a marble statue while Layla was crying her heart out? I had to clean up a mess you created” “Since you decided it was the best idea to fire Aria over one mistake,” Megan started, voice sharp and brittle with fatigue, “I’ve been working my ass off trying to manage the kids and my job.” She was still in her oversized hoodie and pajama pants, but her face was made up—flawlessly. Like someone who had a full glam team. That’s the thing about Megan. Even when she’s falling apart, she looks camera-ready. Except now, behind the concealer and mascara, I could see the cracks forming.

The elevator opened, and as we walked out, all I could see was Megan sitting on the floor by her door, sobbing her eyes out. “Megan!” Marley yelled, rushing to where she sat, “What happened? Did you lock yourself out? What is going on?” Megan shrugged off her hand, reaching out to me. Her eyes were distraught as she stared at my face. I wrapped my hand around her, making sure that she was close to me. “What is going on?” I asked. She whimpered. “My dress, the one that I had gotten for the hockey dinner, we.... I returned and it is ruined, someone had carved holes in it and poured oil paint or blood, I don’t...” she cried.