Alexis I started having these beautifully strange dreams about Alex, vivid and warm, like they could melt right into my reality. In my dreams, he made me feel like a woman. He kissed me, every part of my body, from my forehead, to my cheeks, my lips, my nipples and all the places that I'd never thought about before. His hands possessed such an amazing grip, traced over every inch of my body, and left me wanting more.And when I woke up in the morning, it was always more incredible than any dream could have been.I couldn’t describe them, but every time, I’d wake up with a smile and an unbearable throbbing between my legs that needed urgent attention. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure how exactly to go about it. My dreams were too perfect that they seemed real. After the second night, I woke up feeling the unmistakable signs of a heat—something I’d never experienced. Heat happens when one finds their fated mate. My wolf stirred restlessly, feverish, and that feeling trickled
AlexisI smiled, savoring the feeling of control. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off me, like I was the last drop of water he desperately needed. I basked in the attention. It was something I hadn't felt in so long. I’d spent years in the shadows, never the most beautiful or the most popular. Far from ugly, but I wasn’t the girl who turned heads. Now, though, my mate admired and craved me. It made me feel powerful—like I was finally the center of someone’s universe.The party went on, and I kept doing my thing, all while soaking up Alex’s gaze. We didn’t need words; the way our eyes locked said everything. The chemistry burned between us, even though we stood apart. Hell, if Valen weren’t born, I might have ditched everything and run to Alex.But then I looked away, just for a second, and when I glanced back, I saw two women, dressed to kill, crowding around Alex and fucking him with their eyes. They oozed wealth, and the kind of confidence that made me grit my teeth. My jealousy flare
AlexI sat in the rented car outside Byron's company, staring at the building that should have been mine. The bastard had cheated me out of everything, and despite my best efforts not to dwell on it, I fucking hated him.I thought about that night and wished I could undo my stupidity. My gaze shifted to the company, a massive manufacturing hub that produced nearly everything from bread to beverages for our pack and the southern coast. It was a household name.A name that belonged to me.At least the idiot hadn’t run it into the ground.I stayed in the car, watching and waiting. Byron had his lackeys keeping tabs on me, but I was too smart to make a wrong move. I knew showing up here openly would give him ammunition against me, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for peace. I was here for war, to sabotage a deal that Byron had been raving about for weeks.It was a new cookie launch, some big collaboration with a company up on the north coast. Little did Byron know, I had friends in high
AlexWhen Alexis stepped out of the car, dressed in a simple white tunic with her hair neatly tied back, she looked like an angel. The loose fabric hid her curves, but even then, she radiated beauty. Hell, she could have worn a trash bag, and I’d still crave her. Our eyes met, and she smiled, that one look dissolving any doubts I had about how deep my feelings for her went. I was in love with her—whether she was ready to admit it or not.She glanced at the glass-fronted building in awe, her mouth slightly open. "Wow," she whispered, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning."You like it?" I asked, stepping aside to let her take in the sight. The golden mannequins, sleek machines, and every piece of equipment sparkled behind the glass."It's beautiful," she said, clapping her hands together like a little girl. She flashed me a smile full of gratitude, even though she didn’t say the words."Your ring was worth a lot," I teased. "No need to thank me."She smiled shyly. "What did you t
AlexWhen Alexis stepped out of the car, dressed in a simple white tunic with her hair neatly tied back, she looked like an angel. The loose fabric hid her curves, but even then, she radiated beauty. Hell, she could have worn a trash bag, and I’d still crave her. Our eyes met, and she smiled, that one look dissolving any doubts I had about how deep my feelings for her went. I was in love with her—whether she was ready to admit it or not.She glanced at the glass-fronted building in awe, her mouth slightly open. "Wow," she whispered, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning."You like it?" I asked, stepping aside to let her take in the sight. The golden mannequins, sleek machines, and every piece of equipment sparkled behind the glass."It's beautiful," she said, clapping her hands together like a little girl. She flashed me a smile full of gratitude, even though she didn’t say the words."Your ring was worth a lot," I teased. "No need to thank me."She smiled shyly. "What did you t
Alexis Preparations for Valen’s party kicked into full gear. We pulled out all the stops with decorations, gifts, and every superhero-themed detail to suit his wild imagination. He hadn’t started school yet, so it felt more like an adult party, with Byron’s friends bringing their children along. Despite the numerous activities, I felt at peace. Maybe it was the joy of seeing my son reach another milestone, or maybe I was just finally content with something in my life.The party planning turned into chaos pretty quickly. I had foolishly believed I could handle it all on my own, but every time I thought I was close to finishing, another task popped up. Between me and Valen's nanny, we practically lived at the store, picking up supplies. Byron, of course, had made sure to remind me that this event had to be magazine-worthy. “He's turning five, not getting married or becoming Alpha,” I had grumbled. “I don’t care,” Byron shot back, “I have the money, and it will be spent.”Who was I
Alexis As usual, the party kicked off at five p.m., and Byron used it to flaunt his wealth. People came not just to celebrate Valen’s birthday but to network. Some of Byron’s friends showed up with their wives and kids, while others were there purely for appearances. I played the role of hostess, already accustomed to Byron’s circle and their fake smiles and snide remarks. They treated me like I was beneath them, and they made no effort to hide it.But this time, I didn’t care as much. Gianna by my side felt like a small victory. She was efficient, and it helped take the edge off. I watched her carry trays of drinks with ease, though Byron kept trying to catch her alone and acted all friendly, but I saw through it.He wanted to have Gianna. Four times, I caught him trying to touch her arm, but Gianna gracefully avoided him each time, excusing herself in a way that didn’t cause a scene. I mentally cheered her on, but I couldn’t keep watching over them like a hawk. I had to trust G
Alex When Alexis’s lips pressed against mine, it was like I’d been lifted right off the ground. Floating, weightless, and lost in the unexpected rush of it. I hadn’t thought she’d lean into it, let alone kiss me back. In my head, I always saw it playing out differently. I’d be taking the risk, leaning in, and probably getting shoved back for being too forward. But here she was, diving into it and leaving me stunned.She didn’t pull away. Her lips felt soft and warm, tasting faintly of strawberries, like she’d just applied some sweet, glossy lip balm. My mind was on fire, racing with the thrill of it. I could swear I’d just hit heaven, or at least a version of it. Alexis wasn’t just kissing me; she was taking my breath, stirring up every feeling I’d tried to keep buried.I couldn’t believe it. This woman, who could be as stubborn as a mule and guarded like a fortress, had just let her guard slip and melted right into me.I was a slave to the new sensation, willing to do anything for
Alexis The muffled voices of Byron and his team echoed downstairs. I pressed myself against the cold marble of the pillar, straining to hear every word. Byron’s voice was dripping with venom and grew louder with every sentence.“The fucking bastards is demanding a recount,” Byron growled. “Can you believe the audacity? I will not let him ruin everything I’ve built.”I peeked around the pillar and saw him pacing like a caged beast. His team sat around the table, stiff and uncomfortable, as if trapped by a ticking bomb.One of the men, a thin, nervous-looking guy with glasses, cleared his throat hesitantly. “Alpha Byron, maybe we should—”“Maybe we should WHAT?” Byron exploded, his voice reverberating through the room like thunder. His face turned red, and his hand slammed down on the table so violently that the glasses rattled. “Go ahead, tell me. What brilliant idea do you have that I haven’t already considered?”The man’s hands trembled as he fumbled with a piece of paper. “I was ju
Alex The morning of the election felt heavier than any other day. I woke up before the sun even dared to rise. Deep down, I already knew how this was going to end. Byron was going to win. It was stupid to underestimate him—he had always been two steps ahead, and the rigging machine he had in place would ensure it. Still, this wasn’t about winning anymore. If he did win, it would only give me more evidence to expose him for the fraud that he was.I dragged myself out of bed. After freshening up, I went to the kitchen, poured a cup of strong black coffee, and leaned against the counter, letting the bitterness wake me up. The morning light spilled through the windows but didn’t feel warm or comforting. It felt like a spotlight on the chaos that was my life.When I met with my team, we were busy with last-minute strategies and rehearsals. Everyone buzzed with nervous energy, talking over one another as they finalized plans. I tried to focus, but my mind kept drifting. The truth was, no
Alex The rally was alive with energy as I stepped onto the stage. The party had decided to put me front and center, and I knew the stakes were higher than ever. This wasn’t just about a campaign but about taking down my father’s dynasty and my brother’s shameless ambition. I imagined the smug faces of my father and Byron, both undoubtedly glued to their screens, waiting to see if I’d falter.The crowd roared as I approached the podium. Their cheers vibrated through the air like thunder. I took a deep breath and gripped the edges of the podium to steady myself. The blazing lights and cameras pointed in my direction reminded me that this wasn’t just about the people in front of me. It was live, and every word I said would reach my supporters and enemies.“Thank you all for coming here today. Thank you for believing in a better future. Not just for this pack, but for everyone silenced, ignored, or oppressed under the current leadership.”The crowd quickly quieted to hear what I had to s
Alexis Alpha Orion's dining room looked like a set piece for a tacky reality TV show, all chandeliers and silverware gleaming as if trying to outshine the sun itself, as though wealth could make up for personality, charm, or intelligence. Byron had dragged me here to attend another one of his ridiculous charades, rubbing elbows with people who thought their gold-plated opinions were worth more than anything else.I kept my smile tightly in place, but my mind was already plotting ways to escape without bursting into flames from secondhand embarrassment. I'd lose it if I had to pretend to care about these ridiculous people for one more minute.And then there were the wives. Oh, the wives. Drenched in designer gowns that seemed to weigh them down. Every gesture they made was an attempt to remind the room how much money they spent on themselves. Layla, the Blood Moon pack's Luna, sashayed to me. The heavy, suffocating cloud of her perfume hit me before she did, a mix of too many layers
Alex The meeting room buzzed with scattered conversations when I entered. My allies, or at least most of them, sat around a large oak table, shuffling papers, tapping pens, or scrolling through their devices. It wasn’t the camaraderie I had hoped for, but at least some of them were on my side. That was more than I could say about the two men seated at the far end, whispering to each other like nosy old grannies.One of them, a Beta with slicked-back hair and a smirk that made me want to punch his face, leaned back in his chair. "So, Alex, explain this again. If you're such a saint, why did you jump from your family’s party to this one? It doesn’t look good, you know."Of course, it had to come to this—the petty gossip and veiled accusations. These men were supposed to be strategists and leaders. Instead, they were acting like bored housewives looking for drama.“I didn’t ‘jump ship,’” I replied, keeping my tone despite my patience thinning. “I left because I wasn’t going to sit ther
AlexisMy stomach growled loudly, the sound so fierce it could have been mistaken for a bear in the room. I froze for a second, hoping Alex hadn’t noticed, but I knew I was doomed when he looked up with a sly grin.“Is that you, or did a motorcycle just drive through here?” Alex asked. The mock seriousness in his tone made me laugh despite myself.I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “I haven’t eaten all day, okay?”He leaned forward, and his smirk grew wider. “Well, we can’t let you starve, can we? That would be tragic.”“We can’t go out. Byron has eyes everywhere. Coming here was a risk.”Alex's dark eyes gleamed with mischief. “Why not? It’s not like we’re headed to a five-star hotel. You’re hungry. I’m here. Let’s not overthink it.”Reluctantly, I agreed. Hunger always won. We ended up at an Italian rustic restaurant tucked into a quiet street corner. The faded letters of the wooden sign above the door read Trattoria Bella.Inside, fresh basil, garlic, and warm bread filled the a
Alexis The days leading up to the election were a whirlwind of endless meetings and formalities, all of which I hated. As Luna-in-waiting, I was expected to attend strategy discussions and campaign events and meet with influential pack members to gather support for Byron. But every time I entered one of those rooms, I felt like a glorified puppet. The stares, the fake smiles, and the murmured whispers always lingered just a beat too long, making it clear that I didn’t belong in their sick world.At one of the meetings, Meredith was her usual self, throwing passive-aggressive remarks my way. But the high priestess stole the spotlight. She sat across the table, calm and unmoving, like an immovable force that had no interest in bowing to their power.“I’ll repeat it,” the high priestess said, her voice ringing like a bell. “Byron is not meant to be Alpha. The moon goddess herself disapproves of this farce.”Meredith’s face twisted with indignation. “Who do you think you are?” she hisse
Alexis I stood at the kitchen counter, stirring a bowl of mashed potatoes with extra vigor. Every so often, I shot a glance out the kitchen door where the bodyguard was stationed like a statue. I gripped the spoon tightly and wished he would disappear. My annoyance bubbled over, and I let out a sigh.Mckenzie strode into the kitchen and leaned against the counter with a smirk. "So, what's the deal with the guy in the shadows?" she asked, nodding toward the doorway where the bodyguard stood just out of sight.She arched her brow with a sly grin, and I let out a small, amused chuckle. "Oh, McKenzie, you always have a talent for picking out the wrong guy," I said. "You know he's here to watch me, right? It’s not like I chose him. Such bad taste in men. He's driving me insane, following me around like I’m about to run off at any second."Mckenzie leaned in closer. "So, do you want me to distract him?" she asked with a mischievous smile.I turned and gave her a skeptical look. "Distract h
Alexis Alone in the kitchen, my thoughts burned with anger. Oh, what I felt for Byron was beyond loathing—it was a blistering hatred that made my skin prickle and my pulse thunder in my ears. The mere thought of him made my stomach churn, but his words stuck in my mind like shards of glass. How much did he really know? Was he fishing for truths, or had he pieced together everything? My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, panic gnawing at me. I quickly typed a message to Alex, filling him in on Byron’s sudden obsession with Gianna and my growing fear that he knew about us.Every few seconds, my eyes darted to the doorway, half-expecting Byron to appear and pounce on me. When Alex’s reply buzzed—"I'm coming right away"—I felt a wave of relief crash over me. For a fleeting moment, I thought about letting him handle it all, dismantling this house of horrors once and for all. But reality hit me. If Alex came now, it wouldn’t fix anything; it would only fuel Byron’s suspicions.