His Redemption Azalea Chapter 8 Novels & Stories

I was head over heels in love with him and still am. Carson and I brought him the necessary peace. He could finally let go of his past and truly live his life. One filled with love. We were what he needed. We both were his redemption. The Alpha’s redemption. ---The end---

TO BE CONTINUED… AUTHOR’S NOTE: This ends the redemption trilogy, but begins the journey of Chloe and Theo! I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know that at times it took some strange turns, but for those of you that stuck it out, I appreciate you all so much! As always, thank you for all your support and feel free to follow any of my socials to get updates on when Chloe and Theo’s stories will begin. I love you all and will see you soon!

“I’m sorry you have to experience this, Mel. I wish you didn’t come here with us.” “I am here to retrieve the pearl just as I promised Lady Holly and to break the spell that Misha did to Alpha Evander. All I need is to convince her that she doesn’t have to bow down to the Ambroses and for her to come with us. I believe, just like what Alpha Randalf did to me, they also scare Misha to kill her and everyone she loves if ever she won’t do whatever Irina and her father says.” “F*ck. I will do anything to have a glass of water now.” Alec grumbled and kicked the small rock away from him.

The more she read, the more she blew on the flame, turning it into a mighty fire. She made a mental note to ask if there was any Librarl around in the pack. She could only hope, because a pack so big ought to have something as basic as a library. She had turned the couch to face the window and was seated on it, enjoying the view from where she sat. The Alpha's window was just some meters away from hers. If he wasn't asleep, she knew he might also be looking out, staring at the beauty of the pack at night. Isabella made another mental note: she would find out what was wrong with the alpha that turned him into a hermit.

he said, gesturing at my now red knuckles. I looked down at my hand, tears filled my eyes. “How do I hurt them,” I choked on my tears. “By becoming better. Become more successful and a better version of the present Dahlia. And then you trample them.” “I'll help you Dahlia. I'll make you rise again. They'll all come begging at your feet.”

I decided to leave Damon. But I had to do it without him knowing. Elder Marcus drafted the Mating Dissolution Agreement quickly enough. "Get Damon to sign this. Forty-eight hours after his signature, the dissolution becomes official." When I got home, Damon was already dead drunk—because Vivian had just left her Alpha in Northbridge. The next morning, he woke up hungover and said, "Let's have a belated mating ceremony." I knew what he was really doing. Trying to lure Vivian back.

My hatred for Mr Smith only increased the more I talked about him. "Come here, Loius," he called. When I got close to him, he stretched out one of his hands to meet mine. Soon, we were holding hands. "I will never forget the sacrifices you have in the course of this journey. I promise to give you a better life when this is all over." He rubbed his fingers against mine as he spoke. I wondered if he was trying to ignite the fire in him despite his injuries or maybe not. He was just caring. Slowly, he lifted his face to look into my eyes. Only he could tell what he saw in my eyes. The next thing he did took me by surprise, he pressed my neck gently until I was forced to comprise my resistance.

She didn’t care about losing Hecta, but she wasn’t about to lose something God gave her. Anabel moved closer to the edge of the chair, she knew if she could get to the book near the fire, she might have a chance to get out of this alive. She hoped Victor would activate her powers at least until she got out of here alive. Jumping up from the chair, she grabbed the book and jumped towards the fire, that was when Victor teleported her to him. “Finally!” she growled throwing the book down. “Find me a solution.” She said staring at him.

[END OF CHAPTER 8] Next Chapter Teaser: I walk back into the academy with blood on my hands and a crown in my heart. But the three Apex Alphas are waiting for me in the main hall. They saw the Alpha of Silvermoon leave the library, wounded and broken. And now, they want to know exactly what happened in the dark. The interrogation begins—and secrets are about to bleed.

Burned. And blank. “This wasn’t like this before,” Nyra said, voice low. “The chapter was titled The Spark of Reclamation.” “Reclamation of what?” Sevrin asked. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But look at the edges. The ink didn’t burn. It was stripped. Like someone erased it with a spell. Deliberately.” Azric stepped forward, frowning. “Why that page?” Nyra didn’t answer. Because I already had the same question echoing in my chest.