Alexandra Reid Romane & Geschichten

All the other men just watched me but the men I did not know stared at me too much it made me chock back a cry lodged in the back of my throat. My pack member slowly walked up to me cautiously not wanting to frighten me further. I remembered his name being Kian the third best fighter in our pack. He will be able to keep me safe from the men for sure if they tried to hurt me even though I knew the men looked like they wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't like they were rogue. Bending down to my hight Kian spoke as slow and softly to me as he can, "Alexa breath in and out very slowly you are having a panic attack."

“Fine.” She bowed and walked off. I battled with myself not to walk into my room. I didn’t know what would happen if I did. My wolf wanted one thing, and my mind told me to do another. I could sense the trouble brewing. Blaze marched back to me, and he looked grim. “Just tell me,” I mumbled. “She’s Alexandra Westwood. She lives in a studio apartment in the River Pack, and she’s in her final year of university.” I ran a hand threw my hair. “Fuck.”

“She just needs to stay out of trouble until I finish what I started. At this point, she cannot allow herself to be blinded by whatever she is feeling, feelings that will eventually go away if she just focuses on whatever it is that she has to do.” I stood, pulling on my coat, the fabric brushing against the table as I moved. “Have the men keep an eye on her. She’s clever when she wants to be, but desperation makes even the clever ones stupid. I won’t risk it.” Alexander gave a curt nod. “Understood.” “Good,” I said, turning back toward the fire. “And while you’re at it, I want information.” “On who?” “The Luna,” I replied. “Valerie.”

Alex twiddles his fingers while talking, showing some nervous actions, while his emotions look and sound pretty sincere… “But, Mr. Steele, you don’t have a wife?” Reid points out, a frown coating his forehead in deep creases. He had done a minor background check on Alec Steele and there had been o mention of an existing spouse. Alec Steele pauses and sits straight, looking into Reid’s eyes with every ounce of sympathy he could possibly summon from his psychopathic brain.

“She says she was delivering a bottle for Nana. I say she had no business being near my sketchpad.” Alex coughed. “You still sketch?” “Occasionally,” I said coolly, brushing past it. “So let me guess... she’s getting under your skin.” I didn’t answer. Alex smirked. “Oh, she is. Christian Reed, rattled by a woman. That’s a fucking headline.” “She’s unpredictable. One minute she’s trembling like I’m going to devour her, the next, she’s arguing back like she’s forgotten exactly whose last name she’s carrying.”

Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked, knowing that he, most likely, got the effect that he was looking for. “I will, only now is not the time to be discussing this.” I said, making him raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asked, looking more intrigued now. “Lysandra.” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I want her brought back. And it is going to be done whether or not she liked i

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Rebecca begged. Alex shook his head, “Tsk tsk tsk, you just never learn do you? What makes you think I care about the life of any of you? You are banned from receiving help from anyone, including the priestess. You should have listened to Tyler when he warned you about me Rebecca or should I call you...an imposter?” Alex asked amd Rebecca widened her eyes. “Huh?” She blinked severally, feeling puzzled. “What? Were you going to hide your identity forever? I'm sure Tyler doesn't even know the true identity of the woman he's been fucking.” Alex said with a evil laugh.