Redeemed Alastor の小説・ストーリー

"You've tormented me for over a month now, Hayes, don't you think it's time to free me from your torment and let me go?" I saw pain—and something else I couldn't quite figure out—flash through his features as he bored his deathly eyes into me, as if only realising now how much pain he had caused me. He looked away, bringing his eyes to the floor and fell on his knees. "I, Hayes Reid, Alpha of the Nightshade Pack accept your rejection." At that moment I felt the thread tying us both snap instantly, signifying that our bond was now broken. I fell to the floor, crouching and holding my chest from the excruciating pain I felt inside me.

He’d betrayed everything we stood for. The devilish grin on my face widened, morphing into something darker, more menacing. He thought he was celebrating his triumph. He was wrong. He was celebrating his damnation. And mine, perhaps. But if I was going down, I was taking him with me. The Red Moon Pack, as I knew it, was dead. But from its ashes, something new would rise. And I, Alpha Red, would be the one to forge it.

Altar just smiled at him, then he disappeared again. After that, Altar brought June back to her current dimension. In the elven kingdom above the clouds. June cried even though she couldn't make a sound or move. He wanted to shake his head, that couldn't be true. It couldn't be true what he just saw! June wanted to dodge but her memory was now completely exposed. "That's what happened, June. Yes, technically you killed them, even though you weren't aware," said Altair. “You don't realize that within you, there is an extraordinary power. The power that will help us to win the war this time. The Red Moon Ceremony would awaken him perfectly. At that time, you will thank me, Anna," continued Alt

Normally, it wouldn’t even be possible, so I ask myself, as there is some kind of conspiracy going on, that would have had several packs band together with rogues to bring Alpha Scott down. But who would do something like this? And what do the rogues get by participating? My train of thought is interrupted abruptly when I lift my eyes just in time to see General Alastor winking at me, before he disappears out of the door. My heart does a small backflip, and I giggle to myself before catching myself with a gasp. What is wrong with me? Oh, this is not good. ‘Why?’ my wolf purrs, stretching her paws. ‘He is a hottie, after all.’

was in the middle of this. My mate. My everything. “It’s not the storm I worry about,” I said, my voice steady, though my fists clenched at my sides. “It’s what’s hiding in it. Tell me exactly what you know about Zac RedMoon.” The Moon Priestess didn’t flinch at the name. She simply folded her hands and let her gaze settle on me. “He is not alive, Alpha Damon. Not in the way you think. His body is gone, yes, but his soul... his essence has been trapped by a forbidden spell.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

I pulled myself together and apologized over and over, the man I ran into said in a deep husky voice, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” ———————————— I was about to yell at whoever just ran into me off the elevator until I looked into those exotic green eyes, they reminded me of a storm in the Bahamas I had seen. I cleared my throat and could only get out, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” I felt like an idiot, I should have reprimanded her for not looking where she was going. “I assume you are my new assistant Miss Peters,” I said this a little too sarcastically hoping to seem irritated due to her running into me.

The whole of Los Angeles was shocked that day. It's normal for Alpha Zander to know that the land ended up in my hands. "Thank you." I took a sip of the red wine in my hand and was taken aback. It wasn't wine. It was grape juice. I looked at Alpha Zander and found him looking back at me. As I raised my gaze, it fell directly into his warm, deep eyes. This is lethal. At that moment, there was a commotion not far away. I quickly shifted my gaze and saw Alpha Marsh and Warwick.

Her body shakes violently as she wails into the night. “Katerina, can you try and use your powers to control hers?” “I’ll try Davina.” The field catches fire from the lightning, making our forces scatter and the enemy run away. The lightning is so unpredictable I even see Alastor get hit twice, making him fall to the ground. I can tell we got him good as he limps away towards a witch. I hope it kills him. Rogues are being teleported out of here by witches and warlocks and I am sure Alastor teleported too as I no longer feel his presence. Between Maliyah and I, I know he was injured terribly and it’ll be awhile before he recovers from it if he doesn’t die.

The man was steaming, his hands curled into a fist. "Make that 16." The wolves were growling so loudly that I wasn't sure if that was what he said. Two wolves came at Alastor from opposite sides. The reddish one was locked on Alastor's throat, the silver one was looking at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Alastor lunged for the red one, exposing me. I heard snapping behind me, but all I could see was the silver wolf prowling toward me. But before he could make his move, Alastor wrapped his jaws around his neck and slammed down so hard that his head disconnected from his body. Bile swirled in my stomach and I started to feel nauseated when I watched the head roll away and the body crump