Romans & histoires Melissa Galka

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

“So… who would you like to pick?” I pointed to Melissa. “Her.” I heard a whisper from the back. “Wasn't she the personal maid of Luna Lyla Dune who died recently?” I felt even more determined to make Melissa my new maid. If I had access to her, living here would be a little more easier since it appeared that she had more knowledge than me here in Galahad. She was also nice to me when Anna couldn't. There was something more to her. And if the late Luna's death was suspicious, she was the one who could lead me out of it.

the video placed her on the front screen. Melissa exhaled, she could sense the slander coming from a mile away. "You might not understand my purpose for making this video, and I apologize that I must remain anonymous for my own safety but the Luna of Dunham is not a werewolf. She is a witch!" The voice paused then several videos of her, from her past life played. There was one where she tripped from the stairs and at the time, Melissa had been embarrassed by the event.

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!

Jasmine gasped beside me, “Ari—” Melissa ignored her. With a snap of her fingers, three big empty kegs clattered at our feet. “Take these,” she sneered. “Go to the river by the eastern border and fetch it for me. And be fast about it.” She turned to leave, her voice trailing behind like venom. Jasmine turned to me, disappointment flickering in her eyes. Her voice was low, and the disappointing weight of her words crushed me more than Melissa’s cruelty. “You were the Alpha’s kind maid all along?”

“Go ahead.” Rissa hesitated, then bowed slightly and hurried back the way we’d come. And then there were two. Just me and Melissa, standing in a narrow street that had grown suspiciously quiet. I turned to face her fully, done with pretense. “What are you doing, Melissa? What’s your goal here? Do you want to kill me? Is that it?” The question hung between us, stark and accusatory. Melissa laughed, a genuine laugh this time, full of amusement. “Kill you? Don’t be stupid, Anokai. This is a shopping experience. A gift from the alphas. You can get anything you want here.”

A knock came on my door. “Come in.” Melissa walked in, closing the door behind her. I didn't know what exactly to say so I greeted her. “Good morning?” “Your press was shit, your points were weak and you missed the entire goal of the gala during the press. And yes, good morning to you too.” Then she walked out. She obviously just needed to get that off her chest.

Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't either." He hated when Melissa was right, but she usually was. Melissa oftentimes got on his nerves. She was his closest friend that remained with him after high school, and who moved four hours down from their home city to Rickpark, pursuing her own dreams and helping Eric achieve his. Eric's wanted to become a writer, and believed finding connections in the literary industry was an easier route, while Melissa wanted to become a dancer, and Rickpark was famous for having made dancers become known around their industry.

she said as they both laughed at the memory before glancing at each other as their laughter died down. “I’m proud of you for actually going out there and achieving your goals,” she said as she grabbed his hand Jake looked down at it before pulling away as a sigh escaped from his lips, “Yeah, thanks, so how have you been?” He asked as Melissa smiled weakly before shrugging, “I’m fine, I guess helping my dad with the diner, but after that, I’m going to open my boutique,” she said as Jake smiled before nodding. “I remember, Lissa’s boutique,” he said as Melissa smiled sweetly before going silent. It was honestly nice to connect back with Melissa, Jake thought as he stared out in front of him, b

Damien asked warily. “Isn’t obvious?” the woman asked. “I am Melissa, the leader of the west coast witch coven,” she bowed dramatically. “A witch,” this time, everyone was shocked as they all took a protective stance while wondering what a witch could be doing there. “Wait, is that little night howler working with you? Is our prince really under a spell?” A nightwalker chief asked. “Aye, your prince is under a spell but not my spell,” Melissa said and everyone gasped. “And no, the little girl isn’t working with me. As a matter fact, she doesn’t even know she is being used.”