Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

I blinked rapidly, my vision blurring with pain and cold. “Wake up, freak,” the guard barked. I coughed and twisted, my body screaming in protest as I curled into myself. Every part of me burned—my cheek, my chest, my knees. My hunger gnawed at me worse now, turning into something almost animal. “Get up,” Kelly ordered. “Or you’ll regret it.” I laughed. It was a broken sound, dry and cracked. “I already do.” She knelt beside me again, this time her smile was gone. “Do you know what happens to wolves who refuse to obey, Rachael?” she whispered, her voice smooth as poison. “They get put down.”

Rainora POV “Rainora, is that you?” a woman in her early twenties called out to me. I tilted my head and glanced at the lady standing in front of us. She wore a blue gown that accentuated her figure. Her shiny accessories seemed outdated. I narrowed my eyes and finally recognized her voice. “Yes…Natasha right?” Her eyes widened with joy that I recognized her. She abruptly pulled a chair to our table. Thomas furrowed his brow. She feigned ignorance as she continued glancing at me.

“Thank you, Alpha.” As we walked back towards the house, I extended my arm, which she took hesitantly. I paused before we entered, turning to her with a serious yet kind expression. “I know we haven’t had much time to get to know each other, but I hope tonight can be a step towards that.” Anne managed a small, forced smile. “Of course, Alpha.” Together, we stepped inside, ready to face the evening’s challenges. While her heart remained guarded, I sensed a flicker of curiosity about her—a curiosity that mirrored my own about the enigmatic and dangerous woman determined to end my life.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

The truth of my words resonates within him, reminding him of the love he had for me before the queen's interference. Rachel's face contorted with anger, her voice filled with venom. "You think you can come here and challenge me? You are nothing but a pitiful girl, desperate for attention and power," she spits. I stand my ground, my voice unwavering. "I may be young, Rachel, but I am not blind to your manipulations. I see through your facade, and I will not let you destroy our family any longer. Reuben deserves to be with the one he truly loves, and that is not you."

Aurora said and Charlotte chuckled. "I'm not a warrior, well my parents are pack's doctors. And also my mate is the beta of the pack," Charlotte said and there was happiness in her voice. Aurora's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "And also I'm Draken's childhood friend," She mused. This explains why she called him by his name rather than the title. "Oh shit," Charlotte explained. "I forgot to tell you about the ritual," Charlotte said and Aurora's brows furrowed. "What ritual?" She asked innocently.

They thought a soft girl from the city would perish in the cold, brutal borderlands. They didn't know that blood and fire only forge steel. Robin had survived the freezing winters. She had fought off thugs, built underground networks, and used her photographic memory and computer genius to take over the financial shadows of the world. She had built a secret mountain of wealth that made the Sinclair family look like dirt-poor beggars. Now, she was back. A gentle electronic chime snapped Robin out of her thoughts. She pulled an ultra-thin, custom black tablet from the side pocket of the Maybach. She held it up to her face. A subtle green laser scanned her jade-colored eye, instantly unlocking

Repeat. Rachel stages an intervention on Thursday, showing up at my apartment with wine and determination. "Okay, I'm calling it. You're miserable. This whole 'choosing your career' thing isn't working." "I'm fine." "You're the opposite of fine. You're a high-functioning disaster." She pours wine I haven't asked for. "Look, I supported your decision in Seattle because I thought you were protecting yourself. But Elena, protecting yourself and slowly dying inside are not the same thing."

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

A girl with turquoise eyes and a petite waist, dawning the same uniform as me but at least hers wasn’t a breath away from tearing in two. “Shouldn’t you be sucking cock?” Marley snapped. “Original,” the girl scowled. “Wipe some tables or something,” Marley waved her off. “That’s Wren but you don’t need to worry about her. Last bit of advice, watch out for Rachel. That one bites.” “Rachel?” I frowned. “Oh yeah, she may seem sweet but she’s got cards you wouldn’t expect her to play. Come on,” she said. Before Rachel walked in on my loyalty ceremony with Alpha Ezra I had no idea she worked at the Alpha’s house. Alpha Ezra wasn’t here.