Novel & Cerita Reckless Renegades Merigold's Story

She was still huddled against Sebastian, but her chin rested against her shoulder as she looked at Deragan. “In my moment of weakness, I fed my pack to him. Like mice into the waiting jaws of a cat. Many men died that day, due to my haste.” Deragan’s regret of that day was plain on his face. Shattering his usual composure. “That’s what happened to Raese Merlinus. We’ve not seen him since that day. And it was why Chavias Derenoe was enslaved by the demon. All of which, lands on my shoulders.” “I am sorry.”

My beastly counterpart had spent the entirety of our aggressive conversation reeling over the rift that gradually got bigger and bigger between us. “You’re right,” I agreed. “Floor is yours,” I said aloud to her and pulled back. It wasn't until then that I realized how much I was allowing my anger to get the best of me. I looked down and saw scorched indents in the spots where my large hands once were. Her eyes were glossy, as if she was trying to hold back tears. Then Merari quickly shifted her gaze and finally began to speak. “I’ve told you once before, that Dronnigan was the first gold-blood to be turned,” she said. “He most certainly was not the last, however.”

That was all it ever took—just a whisper—and suddenly my street, my house number, even the café where I picked up coffee became a spotlight, a trap closing in. And each time, I ran. I packed up whatever I could carry, disappeared, and made myself small. Hidden. A few weeks in a new city, a rented room with curtains pulled tight, enough time for the storm to blow over. That had been my cycle. My curse. Now the same thought returned, coiled and merciless: Would I need to repeat that again? The question squeezed the air from my lungs. “Breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut clean through the static of my thoughts. “The merger between SM and Trove hits stormy waters.”

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, finally letting the tears stream down my face. I had been through so much. Too much. First my mate at River Moon rejected me, and now Alpha Ronan, my second mate, hated me too. No one wanted me. Not even the ones the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. It felt like the universe was punishing me for something I didn’t do. And to make it worse, I didn't even have my wolf. The moon goddess must really hate me. I was just a weak shewolf without a wolf whom nobody wants.

I hastily wash up, get dressed and follow Caio to the border. What I see sends a shiver down my spine. The renegades are there, gathered. More than thirty of them. They ignore our presence. They sniff the air around them, as if looking for something. Then they wail. Their voices are a song of pain and loss. And then they leave. - Maybe we should ask the witch what's going on,” suggests Caio. My jaw clenches. - Take one of them and bring him to me. He does as I say. When the renegade is thrown in front of me, his face carries an empty, lost expression. His body trembles.

he murmured. “I didn’t want to waste the quiet,” she said. They stood like that for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, she looked up at him. “Do you believe in healing?” “I believe in time,” he said. “And in people who don’t run.” Back in Phoenix HQ, Camellia stood at the front of the executive war room. Everyone was watching her — legal leads, tech teams, public policy liaisons. She tapped the glass screen. “This is the map of known rogue remnants. We’ve neutralized 91%. The last 9% are clustered in unmonitored territories.”

If anyone got sick around there, no one would look after them. I gave him a drink of water, and it was only when I got real close that I could make out what he kept mumbling. "Revenge. I must get revenge..." Back then, I did not even know what that meant. All I saw was the cool-looking beads hanging around the neck of the blind kid, and I figured I would snatch them. However, he fought me off, gripping those beads like they were his lifeline. "No way; they're my mom's. She's gone now."

I promise you that I'll make your lives a living hell. Dad then barked his orders to the bodyguards, who were standing nearby, "Take both of them to The Golden Triangle. Don't kill them. I want them to be alive to experience all the pain and suffering that we're going to inflict upon them." "No!" Bianca screamed hopelessly. A sudden burst of strength surged through her, and she was able to somehow free herself from the bodyguard's restraints. "Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!"

"What your mind doesn't know, Supreme Alpha, is that he is the most notorious gold digger in the Beacon Moon Territory. Before he crawled to Lydia's bed, his body was living off Malia Argent, the cold Luna Queen of Silvermoon Holdings. Just have your shadow warriors grab Malia's body, force the Argent pack family to bring his skin out to the packlands, and the problem is solved instantly." Gerard's eyes light up with massive realization as he nods his head slowly. "Not a bad plan at all for our rogue pack. The Argent family is just a minor territory player in the outer packlands, and their skins will be incredibly easy to handle with our claws. I'll send my shadow warriors right on it tonigh