Novel & Cerita Rebel Star Wars Season 2

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

Stella said. “Yeah. And because of her Wesley ended up getting drugged by a hunter. She’s nothing but bad news and my parents have told me to stay the hell away from her.” Josie said. “I just feel sorry for Wesley. He’s gotten himself mixed up in something here that he obviously wasn’t prepared for.” Sarah said. “And you’re only saying that because you’ve got a massive crush on him.” Stella said. “Everyone already knows that. I don’t know why he would go to the woods with her when he wouldn’t even have coffee with me.” Sarah pouted.

**FLASHBACK** Leia POV I was finishing the final touches of my look. I curled my blonde hair but pinned it back on both sides, blue jeans and a black tank top. I wasn't overly flashy and this was a human party that I decided to go to. "Leia, we really shouldn't go. We have been warned to stay inside the lands." Una nagged. "It is just for a couple hours Una, we will make an appearance and then come back home. I promise." I replied. "Just know that I do not agree with this." Una said before pushing herself to the back of my mind. I know she means well and I should probably listen but I am due for a good time. My best friend is a luna of a pack now, I've been a little sad, I really miss her.

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

"When I was drowning in the struggle for power, Karen was always there. She offered me comfort and encouragement. I was grateful for that, yes. But the only one I ever loved was Sera." The moment the words left my mouth, another man burst into the room with a small package. I tore it open, finding a tiny voice recorder inside. I pressed the play button. A familiar voice filled the room, cold and calculating. "Karen's been dead for a long time. So what? Your stupid parents will only believe me. All I have to do is put on a little show, and they'll always side with me. That idiot, Macro? He's no different..." The air was sucked from my lungs. A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart.

(Natalie's POV) The aftermath swept through the territories like a silver blade cutting through silk. Within weeks, the old order crumbled completely. Richard Silverstone was dead. Lucas Silverstone had been dragged away by territory enforcers in a deteriorated mental state, his mind shattered beyond repair. The boy who once tormented me was now clearly mad, unlikely to survive more than a few years in the Western Territory penal system. I felt nothing watching him leave. Not satisfaction, not pity. Just emptiness where years of pain used to live.

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

"Godfather, are you saying…" "He took what's mine," I snarled, my fist shattering the windowpane. "That goddamn Russian." Blood seeped from my knuckles, but I didn't feel it. I was consumed by rage. She wasn't dead. She had literally cut a piece of herself away to be free of me. She would rather die than be mine. "Prep the jet," I ordered Marco. "Destination: Moscow." "Godfather, is that wise? It could—"

Sybil’s POV “Sorry, Hunter, but if you take the throne, then you become King—the sole ruler of this land.” I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze without backing down. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?”

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.