Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

"It's gonna be you, me, and..." "Ours," * * * - - - - - THE END - - - - - AN: Dear readers, if you're loving Ryder and Kara's story, you can read about the spin-off featuring Ryder's cousin sister, Taya, in the book "Kissing the Bad Boy". You'll see more of Ryder there, so follow along! :)

I race to the bed and scoop her into my arms. ‘DR. REYNOLDS!’ I boom in the mind link. ‘Alpha, what’s wrong?’ he answers immediately. ‘Stephanie’s bleeding! I need you to meet me at the pack hospital right now!’ I say as I race down the stairs. “Please don’t let me lose our pup. Please don’t let me lose our pup,” Stephanie murmurs against my chest, holding her hands over her stomach. “Alpha …” Beta Edward says, stopping when he takes in Stephanie’s condition. “I’ll alert Dr. Reynolds.”

And before she could respond, I ended the call. By the time I got home from work, my body felt like it had been dragged through fire. The weight of the day pressed down on me, but it wasn't just exhaustion from the office. The whole city seemed to be humming with the scandal, whispering about Kate, Steven Gravemoor's widow and Dean Harrington. My name lingered in the undertone of their gossip, and though no one said it to my face, I felt the sting all the same. One or two headlines had my face on their story. Does this engagement mean Isabella, the step daughter of Steven Gravemoor gets to have another step-daddy the same year the business guru Died?

SHADOW MOON PACK... Stephan's eyes locked onto Drake, his beta. "Any news?" Drake shook his head. "Nothing, Alpha. We've been searching for months, but there's no sign of her. Maybe it's time to consider that she doesn't want to be found." He said calmly. Stephan's eyes flashed with anger, and he hurled his whiskey glass at Drake, missing his face by inches. "Don't dare tell me to give up!" He thundered. "You don't understand what she truly is."

One moment I was walking down the street planning my future with Alaric, and the next I'm being dragged back forcibly to the life I never wanted to revisit. All I wanted was to go home. All I wanted was Alaric. The door opened and I shot to my feet. Drake walked in slowly and calmly. He closed the door behind him but didn't lock it. Apparently the lock was only used to keep people trapped in his sick room when he wasn't present. "Stephanie," he drew out slowly as he stepped toward me. "It appears it's time for us to become reacquainted." "Fuck you," I spit out at him in defiance. “I’m not doing anything with you."

The third leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile, like he’d been waiting for this. “Gentlemen,” Rufus said, his hand firm on my lower back. “This is Bronte.” The air in the room shifted, their eyes moved over me like they were hungry. I felt exposed even though I was fully clothed. One of them the one with the green eyes raised his glass. “So this is the famous stepdaughter. Rufus hasn’t shut up about you.” My face burned. Rufus chuckled beside me, pulling me closer. “She’s nervous, be gentle with her at first.”he said

As soon as Dr. Zita entered the living room, Stephanie’s face lit up with a warm smile. She hurried over, wrapping her arms around her friend. "Zita! It’s so good to see you," Stephanie said, with a huge smile Dr. Zita returned the embrace with equal warmth, stepping back to look Stephanie over. "You look good, Stephanie. How are you holding up?" “It's been hectic, but I can't complain," Stephanie replied, Dr. Zita’s gaze softened. "I’m glad you cane. And Kayla? She’s here too, right?"

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.

Yadiel’s Point of View- Before I laid eyes on Stephanie, I hadn't grasped the full extent of her beauty. When I finally saw her, my breath caught in my throat. Her striking features immediately drew me in. Stephanie's eyes, a mesmerizing shade of piercing blue, sparkled with intelligence and carried a hint of mischief. They held an intense gaze that seemed to penetrate my soul, revealing layers of strength and determination. Her silky, golden locks cascaded down her back, framing a face that seemed carved by angels. High cheekbones perfectly complemented her flawless, porcelain-like complexion.

Instinctively recollecting all the harsh treatment she had suffered in the hands of Hailey, she stepped into the room with her heels interrupting Hailey's thought. The latter lifted her head and her countenance naturally turned dark upon seeing her but she said nothing. Stephanie was dressed in an exquisite and quite expensive high low gown that was yellow in color adding warmness and brightness to her.She stopped by the foot of the bed,and stared down at the frail Hailey Collins. "Sad, " she smirked "Who would think the once high and might Hailey Collins would be beneath me today?" "I know you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure but when are you going to die?" she bluntly said "For