Rene Webb Novels & Stories

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Rhea Madam Rhea gazed silently at the screen of her phone. On it, was a text message sent by an unknown messenger wishing for them to meet. Albeit curious as to how this person was able to have her private number, she was more curious when the content of the message stated that the mysterious messenger is able to provide evidence to Elaine’s domestic abuse case.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Amon said softly as she eyes alternated between Atarah and Tiana. "No, we were a bit late cause we were preparing the wine." Atarah answered and then her eyes travelled to the beautiful blue haired that hugged Amon's arm. She looked like she was the same age as Erza or maybe younger, she wasn't sure. "And who is this?" Atarah asked with a smile as politely as she could, she was expecting Amon to answer but the young girl lowered her head to greet. "I'm Eve, I'm Amon little sister." Her voice was rather soft and filled with pure honesty.

she added, her tone softening, “are you sure you want to go down this road? Once we start, there’s no going back.” I met her gaze, my eyes cold and determined. “Spencer started this. He’s the one who took everything from me. This isn’t just about revenge, Heather. It’s about making sure he knows that I’m not someone he can cross without consequences.” Heather studied me for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “Alright. I’ll take care of it.”

’ The woman continued to accuse, ‘You must have slept with her, haven’t you? Lee was furious. ‘How dare you make such accusations? You’re way out of line!’ ‘I’m Karen Webster. Tell Alessia to come out right now,’ Karen’s voice cut through the room like a blizzard. Karen Webster? Alessia realised that she was Kevan Webster’s wife. It was evident she had come to the newspaper office seeking revenge for her husband’s arrest. Alessia approached her cautiously and extended a polite greeting, ‘Hello, Mrs Webster, I’m Alessia Jansen.’

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

I hissed losing my temper with both him and the wretched sunflowers. "Sorry little miss angsty," he grumbled quietly. "What's got your panties in a twist?" "You." A few seconds later we finally reached the edge of the field and escaped the claws of the sunflowers. I looked up as I wiped the sweat from my brow to come face to face with a slender, tall woman. She was thin and bony but muscular and strong too. Her dead straight brunette hair reached the end of her spine and her harsh piercing dark eyes remained fixated on the two of us. Her skin was smooth over the pointed features of her face and she wore a serious, motionless expression. I'd put her around forty give or take a few years.