Rebel By Heart Novels & Stories

Aldric's POV The next two days pass in a bit of a blur. Despite his aversion to religion, Baron honours the rituals and celebrations to the letter of The Book. I don’t usually come here to celebrate, but this year Baron insisted that I attend. Almost all the elders are here. The only exception is Vesper, my brother. He’s an open traitor, working with the human rebellion. Baron placed a price on his head years ago, but no one can seem to find Vesper. I know exactly where he is, but I’d rather drink battery acid than tell Baron.

A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart. I had defended Karen. Shielded her, while Sera bled. And the truth? She was only an impostor. I thought back to the day Karen "fell" down the stairs. I remembered Sera's eyes, the desperate plea for me to believe her, the raw hurt. I had promised I would, but I... I was a goddamn fool! My knuckles turned white as I gripped the recorder, my hands trembling violently. "Get that impostor now. Get a DNA test. Once it's confirmed... she'll pay, tenfold!"

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

“And I can't even do anything about it. I feel helpless.” “Look into my eyes, you are not helpless. You are doing the best you can by being in school. It's your last year of highschool, Lila. I don't want you in all of this. Please, just go back to your project and I will be back with dad.” She can hear the pleading in my voice because she huffs and heads back to the couch.

They said she had a guess, a bad one. After Reva left, I lay on my sleeping mat. The ceiling was just dark. I stared at it, letting the words roll around in my head. Caius Ironblood. Twelve days. My mother's fear. My father's cold dismissal. And then, just for a moment, in the dark where no one could see me, I allowed it. That terrible, specific hope. The thought that maybe, just maybe, this awful thing. This being sold. This handing over. This might be the thing that takes me out of here. It might be the only way. And for the first time in my life, I wanted something. I wanted out.

Gia nodded, but she couldn't help but feel a chill, there was something in the way Juno had looked at her, something that scared her and, at the same time, intrigued her. In her room, Juno couldn't believe her luck, of all the possible women, her grandmother had chosen that rebel to be her assistant.

What must he do to make everything as it once was? What must he do to get his mate back? "Where are you, my little rebel?" he murmurs, burying his face in his hands. His wolf is suffering just as much as he is.

It's refreshing that Rebel doesn't care. She is perfect in every single way. "This is nice," Rebel mumbles and tucks her icicle feet between my legs before closing her eyes. She backs against me, rubbing my hard-on with her cute little butt. "You're so warm." I breathe a laugh behind her. "You're just cold," I stroke her hat, intent on ignoring the fact that I'm semi-erect again. "I would never ditch you for being bald. You know that, right?" Rebel is silent for a while, then speaks in a soft tone. "I want to keep it on for my sake... If you stroke my bald head, then I... I don't know... I just feel so vulnerable when people do it..."

“Why then did you lie to me that she was murdered? Why did you make me believe that? Do you know what that fucking piece of information had done to me—” “And do you know how badly I wanted to be with you? Do you have any idea how I felt when you rejected me? When you told me that your heart belonged to another?” I scoffed, biting hard into my lips. “We wouldn't have gotten here if you had just accepted to be my woman! This is all your fault!” He's blaming me now for his crimes? “I wanted to make you a replacement for your mom since I couldn't have her, and you turned out to be just as stubborn. Do you know how many times I've resisted strangling life out of you?”

“I was…” He swallowed thickly. “I was betrayed,” the betrayal was still in his voice, raw and visceral. “I was betrayed, poisoned, weakened, and imprisoned. I was sent to the human’s lands, and there magical cuffs were put upon me,” he looked at his wrists as if still seeing those bindings. “Bindings created by a witch, who they continued to torment, seeming determined to torture unto death. I broke free, and took her with me, making her my second child, Meguitte,” his eyes flared red with his rebellion against the humans who had tried and failed to break him, the tension of his confession breaking. “I have always adopted rebels,” Talen’s smile was all teeth. Heath’s lips curled. “I’d believ