Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked at me with narrowed eyes and then looked at me from head to toe. The Lycan who brought me here said, "She's a woman." I had to stop myself from saying "Duh!" at that moment. Instead, I locked my eyes on Lucian's as he looked at me with a strange feeling that I couldn't understand. "How the hell did you get here?" asked the second-in-command. This made me sit up. My hands and feet were tied together behind me. The room we were in was a small space right above the bar. It was more or less a storage room, with barrels and barrels of rum and other drinks lining the walls.

The room is silent, so silent that a dropped pin would have echoed. The guards shut the door behind me and I began to bang on the door while pleading to the guards to let me out. “Let me out!." I yelled. My fingers wrecked my hair. I sat down on the sandy floor and hugged my knees while burying my face between them and awaiting my punishment. Whatever Luca had installed for me, I was ready to receive it and endure it. This wasn't a time to be the weak Omega or the pathetic Sheila . Tears burned fresh tracks down my cheeks as I began to count the seconds in my head.

Without another word, she turned and rushed out of the ballroom, Joey hurrying after her. The moment she left, the tension in the room shifted. William Stewart stared at Marilyn for a long moment, clearly processing everything. Then he let out a slow breath and gave a small, resigned nod. “I see,” he said quietly. He looked at Raymond. “We will speak later.” Raymond gave a slight nod in return. Isolde Abraham, who had been watching everything with wide eyes, suddenly smiled and stepped forward. “Well,” she said brightly, breaking the heavy silence, “this just became much more interesting.”

Location: Navarro Compound – Red Room The Red Room wasn’t a place for talking. It was where people confessed with blood. Keon stood cuffed to a steel beam. Breathing shallow. Bruised. Eli leaned against the doorframe, watching Jayce circle him like a lion. "We found the messages," Jayce said. "I want a name." Keon spit blood. "You think this is loyalty? Hitting your own pack?" Jayce stopped. "Loyalty isn’t silence. It’s truth."

CASSANDRA'S POV They put me in a room that looks like a confession box with bright white lights, a clean concrete and a metal bench bolted to the floor. When the bars clang shut it sounds theatrical, like someone is practicing a scene where I am the villain. Only it is not a scene and I am not playing along anymore.

If I could just show him that we both stood to gain from a little rebellion, maybe he’d lend me the militia Oscar talked about. I reached the door for 214. The gold-plated numbers were hanging crookedly. I knocked. No response. Taking in a deep breath, I slid the keycard into the slot. The light turned green with a soft click. I pushed the door open. The room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside the window filtering through thin, yellowed curtains. But I didn't need light to hear. A low, masculine moan echoed from the bed.

“Not until I have this place safe. You’re safest in your room with Mara and Elvie right now. You need to eat this not me.” Reu said nothing, just stood with his head downwards, trying to make himself invisible. The room was too small to make a third wheel disappear. Even so, I wasn’t going to accept this lying down. “It hasn’t even been twelve hours since I woke up and you’re getting rid of me? What happened to everything you said?” His face snapped to attention, his brown eyes burning daggers into me with frustration. “A full scale rebellion happened, that's what! Machine-guns still ringing in my ears! I cannot look after you in this state-”

POV: Mira The sound of muffled voices drifted through the cracked door of the abandoned storage room, a low hum of urgency and anger. The space smelled of dust and old wood, its corners littered with forgotten tools and scraps of fabric from when the Quarters still had a functioning textile mill. Now it served as the heart of rebellion planning—a hidden pulse beneath the Compound’s watchful gaze. Jace stood at the center of the room, gesturing over a map spread across the table. His voice carried a fire I hadn’t heard in weeks, igniting the rebels around him.

But the gleam in her eyes told me everything: she’d been listening, and she was enjoying every word. “Oh, please,” she said, waving a hand. “We all know this rebellion phase won’t last. You’ll break, eventually.” “Maybe,” I replied, brushing past them all. “But I’ll break on my own terms.” And I stepped inside. My chest was still tight when I got to my room—the tiny, cracked-wall shed they pretended was a guest room. I sat on the edge of my bed, letting my coat slip from my shoulders, and finally exhaled.

They all released Rose, giving her body a one over greedily, after the boss would get done with her, she would be all theirs to chew and taste Just as the men opened the door to step out, coincidentally Rebel happened to pass by and happened to steal a glance into the room He stopped in his tracks, sure that he had seen Rose inside laying on the couch with a disgusting looking orange headed baboon accompanying her He gave a one over to the men who had stepped out of the room and guarded the door like loyal hungry dogs now "Master Rebel, are you alright?, shall we proceed to the room?," Rebel was here as one of his clients wanted to please him and his men, though women never interested him, h