Chapter 71 - Brandon

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• Red Rover   Author's Note

  Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Red Rover, the second book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.1. The next story, “Mother, May I” will be coming out the first week of November. We'll find out what happens with JoJo, Jacob, Alexander, and Hermes, as well as meeting a new trio.2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:a. GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book a

• Red Rover   Chapter 100 - Hermes

  I’ve been stuck in the Underworld—Uncle Hades and Aunt Persephone’s palace—for weeks now, completely cut off from my mates.And gods, I was so fucking stupid.Erasing their marks? Yeah, that was the worst possible way I could’ve gone about trying to earn their trust. Especially Jacob’s.But honestly? That wasn’t even the dumbest thing I did.No, the dumbest move was checking in on them after they returned to the gates of Valhalla—because that’s when Lucifer caught me. Saw me slipping away. Saw where I was looking.Now he’s got all of us corralled here under the illusion of “keeping his allies close.”I’ve managed to slip away a couple of times just to check in on my mates, but last time? He caught me himself.I’m still recovering from being thrown into the flames of the Phlegethon River. And no—just to answer the question—being immortal doesn’t make that shit hurt any less.Didn’t matter that I tried to spin it, say I was scouting enemy movement. Lucifer cut me off and told me he alrea

• Red Rover   Chapter 99 - Devin

  “How is it that we haven’t heard anything in two weeks? I don’t understand!” Nathan is pacing like a damn caged wolf. Frazzled, ragged, snapping on the edge of a full breakdown.And I can’t blame him.Not only is he still raw from losing Gregory and Citra, but there’s been nothing from Nyx. No word. No whisper. Not even a flicker on the Astral Plane.Worse? We don’t even know where she is.Radio silence from Lucifer and the rest of the power-mad hellspawn. No activity from Tartarus. And Hermes—the only one who could help us cross realms? Vanished. Ghosted. Pulled a divine Irish goodbye.Selene and Hecate have gone back to their realms.Thor, for reasons I’m not ready to emotionally unpack, is still hanging around Selene. In her realm. Which... do I even want to know what that means?Like, if Selene is our mother… and Thor is now her boyfriend… does that make Thor our stepdad?NOPE. Absolutely not. That’s a psychological rabbit hole I am not spelunking down.The weirdest part, though? N

• Red Rover   Chapter 98 - Bella

  I feel hollow. Completely gutted. Like someone scooped out everything inside me and left the shell behind.Nyx is gone. We have no idea where she could be. Nathan hasn’t found her on the Astral Plane. We’ve lost contact with Hermes. Hades and Persephone haven’t responded since we left Tartarus.Citra is dead. And though I only met her 22 years ago, she became as much a sister to me as Isla, Ivy, and Indigo. As much as Iris was. I presided over her handfasting with Michael. I’m godmother to her firstborn, Caleb. I don’t remember a single day in those 22 years that we didn’t talk at least once. And now she’s just… gone.And Gregory— My mate— Died saving me.He pushed me out of Fenrir’s path and died in my place. We said goodbye yesterday. Jamal, our children, and I stayed until the pyre burned down to the last coal. I think we were hoping it would give us something to hold on to. It didn’t.I don’t know how we’re supposed to keep going. Jamal and I are living ghosts. Our children

• Red Rover   Chapter 97 - Jamal

  Bella and I have been drifting in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one-third of our soul—and now that he’s gone, there’s just this vast, gaping hole where joy used to live. Our two sets of twins—Freya and Finnegan, Amethyst and Axel—have been doing everything they can to hold us up, but I can see their grief under the surface, threatening to drown them.Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war. Since the days we fought side by side against Mathias. That was twenty-two years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later, right after the Riding Hoods appeared.Twenty years together. A blink. Not nearly enough.Gregory was our bright spot in the darkness. He always found the silver lining, always had a joke or a story to pull us out of the stress and responsibilities that weighed us down. He made us laugh when the world wanted us to scream.Bella and I—well, we were the practical ones. The responsible ones. Alpha. High Priestess. Always shouldering the next crisis

• Red Rover   Chapter 96 - Nathan

  I rush over to Bella and Jamal, who have collapsed to the ground in a tangle of grief. My mom looks torn—staring between them and Michael. Michael was part of her original pack, but Bella and Jamal… they’ve been part of our family for years, especially since I’m a hybrid. They’ve always made space for me. Loved me. Protected me.They’re family. No question.As the witches gather around us, Mom and Dad make their way to Michael’s side. Hawk and Jareth follow behind them.Bella, Jamal, and Michael are sobbing. Gut-wrenching, wordless sounds, the kind that crack open even the strongest hearts. They cling to each other, lost in the agony. Oblivious to anything around them.I can’t even imagine that kind of pain. I don’t want to imagine it. The thought of losing Nyx… no. I can’t go there. And we’re not even fully mated yet. We’ve only had months. Bella and Jamal had decades—a whole life. Children. History.I know they need space to grieve. But this isn’t the time. The gate to Valhalla is st