Rebel Ruthless Novels & Stories

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”

I refuted adamantly. “Beta Raphael is as deadly as a viper. He will ruin you!”

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

Just bloodshed and gambling. Years ago, it was in the Midnight Coyote’s ring that Rebel had clawed his way out of hell, transforming himself from a nameless rebel wolf into the monster he was now. Stripped of his pack and with nothing to lose, rage had fueled him, making him more ruthless, more fearless than any other—a legend.