Sasha Swift Novels & Stories

“Please, everyone, have a seat. It looks like we have more to talk about than originally planned.” “Everyone, please let me introduce the new Alpha of the White Ridge pack Sydney Eld. To answer your question, yes, she is the rumored Syd from the night of Raids, and yes, the goddess chose a female Alpha. Syd, you want to say anything?” Gideon takes a seat, and Sydney stands up. Wait, are the rumors true?

“Oh my God, you like him now don't you?” I gulp, not dignifying her with a response, I don't owe her an explanation, she just needs to do as I say, that's how this fucked up bond we have works. Aside from Luna, Sofia is the only one who treats me like a sibling, Reina is too scared of me too. “Don't mess up, Sof.” Sofia whines, rolling her eyes. “I've got this, watch.” she clears her throat. “I'm Sasha, my favourite colour is red and I'll hit you if you are too happy in my face.” she says, imitating my voice.

She then walked out with her hips swaying gracefully from left to right and by the way, her name is gorgeous just like her. Now looking like a dumb, I had no choice but to go down the cafeteria and get my boss something to munch on although I don't know how it would help me get in his good side. Like, I am his secretary and I am supposed to help him schedule and attend meetings. I'm not his chef to offer him a tray of food, right?

Now mind you he is my fake husband but ill be damned if she will disrespect me in my own fake home. “Welcome Mr. Merrick and your new wife. I am Sasha. Your other personal assistant here at One fifty-seven.” She doesn’t even look at me when she calls me the wife. She has jet black hair down her back in a sleek ponytail. Red lips and green eyes. Her body is amazing and actually looks natural. She looks like the type he would go for. Hell, she looks like what I dressed up as for the sex club. My master sure liked it. Why wouldn’t this manwhore next to me. I take my glass and lean into Rowan.

“Come on, Alpha. Why are you staggering a step? We all know these three days of whatever this is is just your way to a show-off. No one will ever not be a Slave or Omega anymore. You just deceived us. By tomorrow, we’ll still be what we are—what we are born to be, regardless of your manipulations towards the Fire Moon Alpha.” Is that tone of giving up tinged in her voice? It seems Sasha no longer cares what comes out of her mouth. She looks drunk—drunk in misery and desperation. In thirst and hunger. “I came to tell you…that I knew your real mother before she died. Sheila Swann. That’s her name, and she was an Omega.” Sasha squinted her eyes, even winced at him. Then she roared with laughter

“What the hell makes you think I’m a nice young lady? Maybe I just want you to think that.” “Do you?” He asked. And I gave him a sly smile before I downed my next shot and ordered another one. “You tell me.” I answered. “I’m Thomas.” He said. “I’m Emma.” I said. Always using the same alias whenever doing something like this. I didn’t need these one-night stands coming to look for me afterwards. And Savannah is not the most popular name. It really sticks out. “Well, what are you drinking?” He asked. “Tequila.” I said.

A V E L I N A Sasha was even much younger than I imagined. Raphael was thirty five and Sasha looked no older than nineteen. What was he doing having sex with s girl so young? Sasha was a dark skin beautiful girl with a dyed red hair and a flawless skim. Tattoos literally littered her skin, but behind her outrageous look, her eyes gave off just how innocent she was. I had made researches about her and it didn't take me long to track and location. I found her at the club downtown, she was a bartender. Someone who didn't know her wouldn't have guessed she was pregnant, she had a cute little bump and her work apron covering it.

"I don't need to explain anything about Tristan either." I crossed my arms over my chest, meeting her eyes. "You're clearly upset about something he did to you," I said. "Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" Sasha let out a harsh laugh, her eyes filled with contempt. "You think you know everything, don't you?" she said. "You think you're so smart, so perfect." "I'm just trying to understand why you’re suddenly curious about Tristan," I said quietly. "What's so wrong with that?" She asked, her expression hardening.

This time, I'm not covering for you! Sasha pulled a document out of her bag and slapped it on top of my legs over the thin blanket. Divorce papers. On camera, she played the tragic wife to the hilt. "Let's get divorced. I don't want a dime from you. I just can't live with someone this unhinged anymore." Her live stream chat went wild. "Sasha, that's the right call. A guy like this should've been dumped ages ago!" "She's gorgeous and fearless! Sasha, we've got your back!"

"Please don't hurt me." I crouched down in front of her. "What's your name?" "Sasha." She said in a whisper. "My name is Sasha." "Sasha." I tested it on my tongue. "You have a death wish, Sasha?" She stared at me. "What?" "Investigating the syndicate and taking photos. You think they wouldn't kill you?" She swallowed hard. "I'm a journalist, I was going to expose them. I have evidence—photos, documents—"