Confessions Alesana Novels & Stories

Allen asked as he gaped at his mate. "When a A-Class is kick out, their status as an Alpha, a Beta or an Omega is... revoked for lack of a better term," Sebestian said, pulling Allen back down the alleyway and away from Ram as he started muttering to himself again. He deactivated his wings, watching as Allen dropped his own magic as he led him from the alleyway and across the street, pulling him into an all-night diner and ordering two coffees as he let his mate process the information. He pushed Allem into a booth and set the coffee down in front of him, sliding into the booth next to him.

“I should have just let you rot in the prison at that time!” Alina was really downhearted with her only son’s attitude. She ran to leave the room by taking the inner burden and a very deep feeling of guilty. Ansel felt the earth has just collapsed around him and he was buried under the rubble. All over his body was trembling. Alina’s words echoed in his ears, like a loud shout that bounded back on the cave walls. “I–I killed Qeiza’s parents? It’s not true! Mom must have lied. I’m not a killer.” Ansel’s mouth kept muttering out slurs, denying that horrible facts.

“You fight it. You push her voice out. She feeds on doubt, Serenya. Give her none.” Her lips curved into a sad smile. “That’s easy for you to say. You know who you are.” The words landed like a blade between them. Kaelen didn’t speak right away. His jaw flexed, his scar pulling taut. “Knowing who I am hasn’t spared me from being torn in two,” he said at last. His voice was quiet, almost too quiet, but it carried the weight of confession. Serenya sat up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “Torn how?”

“I’ll use it to break him.” Kael’s shadows rose behind her silently, like wings. “You’re sure it won’t taint you?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “Liar,” he muttered. She allowed a small, quick smile. “Mostly yes.” Selene exhaled, leaning against a support beam. “We’ll need time to decode it. Careful time. Half of Arcana fell because no one questioned his ambition.” “I’m not him,” Alessia said quietly. Selene’s gaze softened—just a little. “I know. That’s why I’m betting on you.”

“The drive, Seraph. Now. And Maya walks out with you. Refuse, and I send the police a copy of Alex’s confession. He signed it an hour ago. Said he was going to kill you. Said you begged him to.” Seraph’s blood went cold. A confession. Forged, probably. But it didn’t matter. Alex would go down for it. Maya whispered, “He didn’t. He wouldn’t.” Elena smiled at her. “Shh. Adults are talking.” Seraph’s hand went to her pocket. Fingers closed around the drive. She could see Alex’s face. Not the man with the knife. The man who slept on her shoulder. The man who said *we’ll burn it all down, but not tonight*.

“We need to talk.” With that, Alessandro walked off, with a surprisingly obedient Guido in tow, propelling himself by the use of the electronic controls of his wheelchair. Silence prevailed. Ariana lifted her face from its warm hiding place. “Bad man gone?” she asked warily. Hailee leaned into the soft-cushioned back of the chair and gently cradled the baby to her. “He isn't a bad man, sweetheart,” she murmured quietly. “He’s just a...” ‘Confused one’, was what she'd been about to say. Which puzzled her because Alessandro had never been confused about anything in his whole life! Life was black and white to him. Confusion came in those little grey areas in between, which he did not acknowledg

"Alana, you stand accused of a heinous act that has caused immense suffering to Erica. How do you plead?" Alana's facade of arrogance crumbled, replaced by a flicker of remorse. She bowed her head, her voice trembling with regret. "Alpha Leori, pack members, I admit my guilt. I allowed envy and malice to cloud my judgment, and I inflicted pain upon Erica without justification. I am deeply sorry for my actions." A collective gasp swept through the hall as the pack members absorbed Alana's admission. The weight of her remorse hung heavy in the air, tugging at their hearts and testing their capacity for forgiveness.

Aereza was following Alanso while keeping her all senses alert because this man could not be trusted. She was aware of his wickedness and how immoral and selfish he was, so she needed to be alert with him. Alanso finally stopped and Aereza noticed that he had taken her to a chamber which she assumed was his. No one was around them and it made her feel a bit afraid because she was completely aware of how irrational his thoughts were for her because last time, she had witnessed his absurdness for her but she was doing all of this so that she could make him believe that everything was going as he wanted.

“She orchestrated my mother’s murder, manipulated Giordano, and attempted to sell me to the highest bidder in exchange for political leverage.” Matteo cursed under his breath. Leo’s brows drew down in a tight frown. Francesca’s expression didn’t shift—but her fingers tightened around her pen. Alessia continued, voice clear and steady. “She believes she’s untouchable. That the council will protect her. That no one will dare challenge her position as acting head of the Romano family. She’s wrong.” Francesca leaned forward. “Do you have proof?” Alessia slid a flash drive across the table. “Recordings. Letters. A copy of the original trade agreement bearing her signature. And a confession. All s

Afterwards, we sat on the floor against the altar steps, her head on my shoulder. “I found something today,” she whispered. “In a forgotten ledger while copying texts. A note in Perpetua’s handwriting. It mentioned ‘the archive of true confessions’ and a name — Hale." The bishop’s surname. Before I could respond, a new sound cut through the rain. I heard multiple footsteps in the corridor outside. We scrambled up, adjusting our clothing. I blew out the candle. We hid behind a collapsed pew as the chapel door opened. Flashlight beams swept the room. Sister Agnes’s voice drifted through the dark. “Search