Sienna West Mike Adriano Novels & Stories

"I, Sienna Martinez, reject you..." "Sienna please! Don't do this to me. I'll forgive you, I'm sorry for making you do such a bad thing. We'll go home and be happy. Please!" She hesitates. "No Adrian. You had your chance to be happy with me. I won't allow you to try to tear Lilly and Mark apart. We could have been happy like them instead you held on to a love that she doesn't seem to want to return." She takes a deep breath. "I, Sienna Martinez, reject you, Adrian Moon, as my mate and Alpha." She drops a little holding her chest and Lilly and I hold her up. Adrian grunts. "You fucking bitch!"

I spun and ran. “Roxellena! Stop! It’s me …Adrian!” I skidded to a halt and turned. Adrian stood under the moonlight wearing only black elastic boxers, his muscular body still shimmering with the aftermath of his shift. His eyes glowed with residual wolf energy. We crashed into each other. I buried my face in his warm, bare chest,sobs wracking my body as his strong arms wrapped around me protectively. “Did he touch you?” His voice was rough, dangerous. He pulled back slightly, hands gently scanning my arms and shoulders for injury.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

Her whole body stilled. “ How…How do you know Adrian. What exactly is going on?” She turned to Omar, staring at her apprehensively. Marco stepped forward, laying the papers and phone on her desk. “Her records are fake. Her stories don’t line up. We found photos. She’s tied to Adrian Hawthorne—and she’s here for you.” For a long, heavy silence, Sienna said nothing. Her eyes were locked on the photo of Chloe and Adrian, a smile plastered across Chloe’s face as if she had already won.

"But... you said you weren't seeing anyone. You said you were done with men." "I was," Sienna said. tears spilled over her lashes. "It was a mistake. One night. A moment of weakness when I was feeling lonely and... nostalgic." "Who?" Aria asked. Sienna looked at her hands. "Marcus," she whispered. Aria stared at her sister. Marcus. Noah's best friend. The man who had driven Sienna away from their parents' house. The man who was currently dating an architect named Claire. "Marcus," Aria said. "When?"

“Sienna, I know Miranda better than you do.” Seeing Leo still defending Miranda, Sienna's eyes reddened with urgency. Her eyes reddened as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his desk. “Leo, I'm telling the truth! She was seeing a man named Mike Lloyd in Hamilton. They were getting all touchy with each other in public. Felix and Xena both saw it with their own eyes. If you don't believe me, ask them yourself.” Leo’s breathing stalled for a brief moment. His expression grew complicated. “Sienna, you can’t make accusations like that.”

“Thank you, Luna…” “Call me Sofia,” she said, stopping me. “You are to be the pack’s Luna. I have had my time as Luna. Now, I am merely my love’s Luna. But it is you who has to act like the pack’s Luna, and that is something that I want you to hold onto. Act like it, and believe me, it would reflect.” I nodded and she smiled before opening the door. “It was nice talking to you, Arianna.” “And you too, Sofia…”

"I uttered those words, asking Sierra, 'Will you be my Luna?' In that moment, my heart poured out all the emotions I had been holding inside. Anxiously, I waited for her response, hoping with every fiber of my being that she would agree. The anticipation of her answer made my heart race, as I yearned to hold her tightly if she said yes. Uncertainty gnawed at me, questioning the rightness of my decision. Yet, the overpowering emotions within me refused to be silenced. Linda stood beside me, her face a reflection of the pain she felt when I uttered those words to Sierra. Although Linda was my fiancée, her presence had become unbearable. Since meeting Sierra, my heart longed to win her love and

No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim. I'll start my story by telling you how I fell in love with this beautiful girl named Sierra McCarthy back in the year 2016. If you went to Willow High, you probably know her as the popular student who was part of the theater club. They always cast her as the major lead because of her charismatic appearance, being an outstanding performer, and being a girl who owns an angelic soothing voice.