Redeemed Alastor の小説・ストーリー

And maybe. Just maybe... I am nearly there. I sit for a while before the numbness fades. I slowly get out of bed and walk to my secret vault. Then I press on the carved edge near the bottom. With a soft click, the wooden panel opens and revealing a hidden compartment. My fingers hover over a folder on top before I reach in and pull it out. The moment I open it, I see his name. Alpha Marius Peddleton. His seal is at the bottom and stamped with that symbol of their pack. I sit back on the edge of my bed and take the contract with me.

I choked out, “I know you love me, but you’ve always loved status and power more. Maybe you regret it now, but a heart that strays can never rest easy. “Even if I forgave you and came back, it would not last. Soon enough, you would be tempted again, and I’d still end up as nothing more than a blemish, a stain you’d grow to despise. “I cannot live through that pain again. I will not. So, when you do wake up, do not come looking for me, all right? “I will be fine. And I hope you will be fine too.” After that, I called the doctors and walked out.

Jade pouted. “ Come let me show you around” said Marissa as she took hold of Jade’s hand and led her outside. **** Damian looked at the report that was on his table. It was all the intel they were able to gather about the demons. Trevor and Klara were there. “So they are kidnapping young female witches with red hair because the demon king is looking for a recarnated deity and who is also a witch?” asked Damian dumbfounded. “ Yes alpha” replied Klara.

I slammed my fists on the desk. “I have his name, Alpha. He is called Felix, the outcast alpha of the Redwood Pack. He was dethroned and banished from his pack under serious charges. He used to be an alpha so it’s obvious that he could easily raise a pack of rogues.” Clayton told me. I glared him, every single fibre in my body wanted to strangle him. “And you are telling me this now?” I growled at him and he immediately submitted seeing my anger.

Alastor’s mom died once the mate bond snapped. I was the one to retrieve Alastor from the side of the mountain. His body was shattered and misshapen, barely recognizable. His wolf was trying his best to heal him, but there was so much to damage. When I got him to the pack hospital, they had to put him in a coma to attempt to heal him.

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

I snapped a cigar between my lips, flicking the lighter on its end as I stared up at the sky that had long since rescinded its crystal azure color, leaving only a red doomsday color on the horizon. The nicotine burned my lungs and throat soothingly. Made things clearer. There was no doubt in my mind as we stormed through the gritty castle compound that Alaric bastard had somehow managed to intercept the Viper Pack Alpha. No wolf grew that big that quick unless they were on something…something dangerous… something that went against the moon goddess's very design. A red moon bond and curse. Shit! It had reached Viper Pack too! It was no wonder the little shit thought he could rub shoulders wit

“This this can’t be real.” Alma’s eyes filled with tears. “It is.” A long silence stretched between them. “So what now?” Julian asked. “You strike a deal with him? Sell your soul for a cure?” “I don’t know,” she said brokenly. “But I’m not losing you. Not after everything.” Julian took her hands. “Then we take Red Eden down. Together.” She nodded slowly. But her heart was already fractured. Because somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, Cassian’s voice echoed:

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.