Ross Lynch Austin & Ally Novels & Stories

It was a detonator. Madison’s foot hovered over the gas, but she didn't push. She stayed back. She watched the Mustang’s exhaust flare. "The locket..." she muttered. She checked the rearview. Ethan was following in his own car, but he was keeping a wide berth. He knew. Madison slammed her foot on the brakes. The Lykan’s tires shrieked, smoking as they bit into the road. She stopped a hundred yards back. Austin reached the crest of the hill. He looked back through his mirror, a triumphant, ugly grin spreading across his face. He thought he’d won. He thought he was the Alpha.

Moon Austin is a fucked-up mess and he might not be the ally I need in southern California. Only time will tell, but tonight’s actions were not those of a sane man. Alex put the woman in the back seat. The smell of Austin’s piss permeates the air. We might visit the asshole again sooner rather than later. The woman should be out for twelve hours. She appeared healthy with what little we saw of her. I’m not happy about the ink, and I can’t imagine she is either.

Her father and mother just stood beside her, looking more lost than she was. Quickly sensing something was off, Ryan mindlinked his plan B. 'Austin', he called, the moment he connected to his trusted soldier. 'Alpha, we just got to the gates. You were right, he is here'. Immediately he heard that, he nodded at Logan, who nodded back in understanding. Their target was at a different location. Somewhere Ryan had expected him to run off to. The very same place Austin had trailed Aliya to, on the day she was murdered.

Lynda asked. Allexin turned, took Lynda's hand, and led her out of the house. Allexin had to be kind to Lynda before engaging in his illegal match. "Let's take a short walk outside. I really want to be treated to the food out there by you," he said. Lynda playfully pinched Allexin's cheek, "Alright, let's go." And the two of them left the house like a happy couple. Allexin's phone kept ringing multiple times while he was with Lynda enjoying their meal. Occasionally, Allexin frowned when the calls came from his associates, likely informing him that the match was about to begin.

Vivica Dawson. Finn’s dark blue eyes flicked over the name, a small, calculating curl forming at the corner of his lips. The latent bloodlust that had shimmered in those beautiful brown eyes now made sense. The flicker of danger, the thrill, it all resonated with him; igniting his wolf, drawing it closer with an almost predatory hunger. The silence of his office shattered as Austin burst in, panic written across his features. “Alpha… this widow Luna…” he gasped, disbelief cutting through every word. “She—she is the daughter of…”