Rebekah Originals Novels & Stories

Rebekah knew what to do next, "I'm Rebekah and I am 23 years old and from the Thunder Pack. I'm Luna Rebekah of the Thunder Pack" This got their attention and from there Rebekah told them everything. If she would need people by her side, she would have to let them know everything. She told them about the drugs she gave Lucien how her not being able to give birth to a problem and then when her best friend came. None of them judged her but listened to her calmly.

Rebekah said the moment she entered, she frowned in disapproval. Eli was shocked to see her angry face, it was rare for this beautiful lady to get angry. If you met Rebekah outside, you’d call her a woman, not a granny. She was stunning, slender, her skin glowing like a fish. She looked like she was in her early fifties. “You and your daughter did something illegal, and you didn’t even inform us. We would have stopped you from doing such nonsense,” Rebekah said. Then she added, “And you’re still arrogant.”

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

My feet nearly stop moving and several rows ahead sits a group of people I know, people I never expected to see again. Aaron. Alice. My father. My stepmother. The world around me vanishes and the music becomes distant, my focus narrows completely. Aaron looks exactly the same, the same face and same eyes, man I once believed I would spend my life with and who betrayed me, who chose someone else beside him sits Alice. Beautiful and perfect and utterly rotten. The memory slams into me without warning, her hands pushing against me and the cliff edge disappearing beneath my feet, the sick satisfaction in her eyes.

Rebekah continued adjusting herbs along a table. Her red hair shining nearly blood red in the firelight. Her blue eyes flitted to me. Firelight dancing across her golden cheeks. “What did you mean by that?” I couldn’t resist. “She likes to dose the younger she-wolves with her herbal tea which prevents the continuance of our pack.” “Why would she do that?” Rebekah shrugged as she stirred a pomade over the fire. “Who knows. But my guess would be because her mate had been the original alpha of the NightHunter pack. And the current one is her son which was banished from our pack.”

"I'm so tired of moving from one place to another, trying so much to make up for what I made happen to you. I know this is repayment, and I hope they finish me off after this." Rebekah was going through that; her mind was displaying the image of her parents after an unknown beast of the woods had attacked them. She had a fight with both parents, and out of anger, she exited the house and went into the woods, ignorant of the dangers of the woods at midnight. Her parents followed after her, calling her out to send her back home, but she ignored them and finally lost. It didn't take long for her to hear the loud agonizing screams of her mother and the groans of her father. She immediately they'

Robert slammed his hand down on the glass coffee table so hard the crystal tumblers rattled, sloshing liquid over the rims. He stood up abruptly, his face etched with furious lines. His gaze—devoid of even a trace of human warmth—locked onto his illegitimate daughter. A strategic partnership with the Sterling family was his single greatest ambition, the golden ticket to making the Vance Group supreme in the business world. Evelyn’s disgraceful display tonight felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly onto his grandest dream.

he growled. I scoffed in his face, “You mean the same Rebekka you rejected? The one that tried to kill herself for a scumbag like you… that Rebekka?” Stephan’s resolve seemed to break for a split when he heard that but he regained his composure and his anger far too quickly. “Listen to me–” “No, you listen to me, Rebekka is with a real man now, okay?” I scoffed, “So you,” I stuck out a finger and poked his chest, “Can run back to daddy now!”

Rebekah feared that Hera would insert ideas into Rica’s head and turn her into a rebellious girl instead. Hera recalled the day when she overheard Leonard and Rebekah discussing the children’s extra-curricular programs. Rebekah mentioned that Leon and Rica needed it to be as brilliant as Hera, like how Leonard wanted them to be. But to do that, he had to enroll them into these programs, which meant they needed to cut back on other costs.

That rang a bell instantly. I read the folder names, dates, reference codes and abbreviated labels that required context to decode. But several of them weren't abbreviated. They were named with words that were entirely legible. WESTBRIDGE — ORIGINAL. WESTBRIDGE — AMENDED. PAYMENT AUTHORIZATION — FINAL. RH HOLDINGS — DIRECTOR CORRESPONDENCE. FITCH — OPERATIONAL NOTES. I looked at the progress bar. Seventy-four percent now. I typed to Floyd again. "Network credentials are on the screen. I'm sending them now."