Avalon Hope Leaks Novels & Stories

“Have I walked in on a private conversation? Or perhaps a conspiracy between the two of you?” “There’s no conspiracy here Rillon.” phillip replied already annoyed by his brother’s presence. “Well now, then what else could you be talking of? The harvest? The bad weather we’ve had of late? Perhaps you were discussing the Fate Girl?” Phillip stared right at him. Of all the people to know it had to be Rillon, he thought. But of course it was. Rillon had a knack for always being in the wrong place at the right time; he was a born opportunist. But it made him wonder how he’d found out and who else knew of the girls existence.

"You said you betrayed your father. What did you mean by that?" Avalon goes very still. He sets the soup mug down on the bedside table with shaking hands, and for a moment I think he's not going to answer me. "I gave them everything," he says finally. "All of it. Every plan, every meeting, every piece of evidence I could get my hands on." "Gave what to who?" "The Lycan Council. I told them about my father's war preparations. The weapons stockpiles, the alliance talks with other packs, the timeline for attacks. Everything."

“You think the leak is real?” “I know it is.” His voice was flat. “One of the couriers was feeding Leone’s people our movements. We don’t know how deep it goes yet.” I turned. “Then we start digging.” He looked at me finally—tired, hollow-eyed, but still the man who refused to yield. “Be careful where you dig, Alana. You might not like who you find.” “I never do.” He almost smiled. Almost. ⸻

DPOV Songs: Un4gvn by Ruby Beardman ft. Two Beards The council room reeked of anxiety. I could feel it pouring out of all the attendees seated around the circular table. It wasn't the usual crowd that used to attend when Victor ran them, but they had become somewhat familiar to me. Unfortunately, these meetings had also become about as useful as tits on a bull. "Any news from Inferion," I turned to ask Tasha. "No. I'm afraid not," she solemnly shook her head. "We sent another raven this morning but one of the scouts saw it shot down before it even made it past the pines."

"Ashlyn, perhaps we should—" A phone buzzed. Then another. And another. Breaking News flashed across screens: "KNIGHT JEWELRY SCANDAL: FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD THEFT SOLVED" Ava's face turned ashen. "Oh dear," Ashlyn examined her nails. "Looks like someone leaked the police report." "You..." Ava lunged forward, but security caught her arms. "Mother!" Penelope cried. "What did you do?" "Nothing! She's lying—"

Looking at my reflection in the elevator doors, I replied, "Let's leave it to fate." As the elevator doors opened, Miles and Nora were standing there, chatting intimately. The moment Miles saw me with Carter, his expression darkened instantly. "Leilani Jabs, are you so desperate for a man that you're talking about 'fate' with someone younger?" I simply smiled faintly at him, unwilling to respond. Carter cleared his throat. "Uncle Miles, you misunderstood Leilani. Don't you have someone else now anyway?" Nora's lips curled into a satisfied smile. Then, Miles took a deliberate step away from Nora in response, his expression unchanged. Nora's smile quickly faltered.

The truce in the hospital room had been fragile, a piece of spun sugar in a thunderstorm. Now, three days later, it was dissolving. Liam Cross stood in the foyer of the AVA penthouse. He had been discharged that morning, his shoulder still heavily bandaged, his arm in a sling. He had come straight here. He wasn't here for a "family meeting." He was here because the world outside was burning. The "Secret Heir" scandal had mutated. Vanessa Leigh, from her cell, had managed one final, desperate strike. She hadn't leaked the "breakdown" records—Liam had blocked that—but she had leaked something else.

“Miss Madalynn, are you sure Avalyn is dead?” Upon hearing Avalyn's name, I quietened my footsteps and tried to get closer. Then I heard Madalynn‘svicious response: “I know for a fact that she is!” Avalyn jumping off the cliff wasn’t a secret, and most people in this castle had their own sources of information. But the way she said it just made me uneasy. I really didn‘t want to interact with Madalynn any more today, so I let the handkerchief drop on the hallway floor and returned to Alpha Grey's suite.

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.