Rebel Teahouse Novels & Stories

“I’d believe that.” Talen laughed wryly through his nose. “So, says one of my adopted rebels, little mate.” “Now,” Heath flirted, trying to distract his mate from the weight of that terrible memory and bring him fully back into the present. “I find that insulting. I’m not little.”

The whole town had been destroyed by the betrayal, resulting in so much fighting that this delicate fourteen-year-old girl was the only survivor left from the little village on the mountain. The young girl sits hunched over her small wooden desk, devoid of all materials but those she brought with her, as she works with nothing but candle flame to drive away the darkness in the small, dank cabin that smelled of dirt and drying blood. This is where the girl made her name as the messenger of the Covenant.

She stops, before looking back on more time. “You're such an entitled asshole,” she shakes her head before leaving. I look at her receding figure, nothing but amusement flashing in my eyes. I pick up my phone on the table and dial Nico's number, we both co-own The Haven, we built this whole empire together when we were nothing but nineteen. He was living in the streets, I was confined in the West family mansion, he was full of resentment and I was, too. God, the amount of pain it took to be where we are right now is unbearable.

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

It’s astounding how careless an emotional man can be. Following Liam to his own apartment and then out here to the suburbs, child’s play. I’d stood on his small balcony, hidden by the shadows, his lack of flicking on the lights aiding in shielding me. With curious eyes, I watched him breakdown, the whiskey burning his throat in hungry gulps. I may not be the demon who ruined his life, but I know the one who did. His unhinged nature one even I refuse to fuck with.

I whispered, blinking up at him, trying to process his words. "You're my enchantress. Mine.” His voice came out like a growl, rough and rigid. "I can barely keep my eyes off you, stop my hands my turning you around and fucking you until your brain switch turns off and you can barely think and you're crying and begging for a moments rest but then I won't give that to you because for once you'll do as I tell you to and then I'll crave the defiance in your eyes again. I'll want to see the fire than burns in your eyes everytime you do the opposite of what I tell you to but I can't get enough of that Freya. My Rebel Wife.” He voice had gone so low now.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

“Come to see the woman who ruined your life? You should thank me. I showed you who he really is. I showed you that his love is as fragile as glass. I showed you that he will always choose his fear over you.” Rebel walked right up to the bars, her aura flaring with a sudden, intense heat. The silver gold light filled the corridor, pushing back the shadows and making Tahlia recoil in fear. Rebel did not look angry; she looked like an ancient force of nature that had finally run out of patience.

She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society. If anyone could help her, it was them. "I need your help," Karen said, stepping towards the rebels. "I need to get out of here and find a way to fight back." The rebel leader smiled. "You've come to the right place, little wolf. We'll help you. But first, you need to prove yourself. You need to show us that you're willing to fight for what you believe in." Karen nodded, feeling a sense of determination fill her. She would do whatever it takes to win her freedom and shape her destiny.

Readers discretion! This chapter may contain sexual scene that may appear to be violent for some readers. Abigail's pov I was currently sitting in a bath tub filled with water and ice. Athena advised that it would be a great way to help me relax my muscles from all the activities of yesterday and ahead of tonight's fight. I relaxed and closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the gradual releif it brought me.