Redemption An Amos Decker Novel 5 Novels & Stories

Around them, Cassian, Rowan, and Silas climbed onto the bed, curling protectively around them both (four bodies becoming a single tangle of limbs and warmth). Outside, dawn crept pale fingers across the sea. Asher pressed his lips to the bite mark on her throat (the first one he had ever given her) and spoke the words that ended the five nights and began everything else. “No more auctions. No more games. You are home.” Amara closed her eyes, body wrecked, heart finally, perfectly full. And in the quiet aftermath of the storm, claimed beyond any hope of rescue, she slept.

They knew what had happened and they were there for her, ready to help her through this difficult time. Amelia felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she wasn't alone in this, and that her pack would be there for her no matter what. And with that thought, she took a deep breath and began to walk towards her pack's den, ready to face whatever the future held for her. As Derek and Amelia embraced, the pack members watched in awe, witnessing the power of their love and the redemption of their Alpha. The battle for love had ended in triumph, and it seemed like a new chapter was beginning for them.

She flinched but said nothing. I continued. "Your intentions here are good, and I'll make sure the child gets what he needs. But I'll replace every cent in that account with my own money. That way, nothing from your past will touch him." Shock flickered in her eyes before it vanished behind a bitter laugh. "So money fixes everything, huh?" Her obsession with wealth had ruined her. She'd destroyed Desmond, herself, and the life they might have had—all for a dream that slipped through her fingers. And now, even this small act of redemption would come from someone she despised.

“They’ll never own you again.” Ellie kissed her softly this time—no fire, just reverence. “You’re mine, Amy.” Amy held her gaze. “In this life and the next.” They lay in the water until it cooled, the room thick with the scent of rose, skin, and redemption and outside the door… the world still burned but in here, love was war and they had won.

“There’s a price. If I give you this, you’re not just fighting for survival. You’re fighting for your soul. The Vault changes people. Sometimes, even the strongest don’t come back the same.” For a flicker of a second, Chike saw his reflection in Kasali’s eyes determined, yes, but haunted too. “I’ve already lost too much,” Chike said quietly. “I can’t afford to lose this war.” Kasali finally dropped the drive into his hand. “Then may the gods have mercy on you. Because the Red Ledger won’t.” That night, as Chike sat alone in his study, the flash drive on the desk before him, the power went out. The estate plunged into silence.

“Maybe.” She leaned back into him. By the time they returned to the packhouse, the air had cooled and the first evening lights glowed in the windows. The world was still waiting. Jacob was still coming. Morgan was still weighing. Ellis was still breathing because answers mattered more than vengeance. Varric was still locked away with confessions that could shift alliances. But Decker walked back beside Lotty with a clear head, loose shoulders, and a dangerous kind of peace in his chest. Two days from now, Alpha Jacob would arrive. And Decker would be ready. Not because he had sharpened his rage. Because he had found his center. And it walked beside him.

Averting my gaze from the beautiful scenery of my land, I met Amos's eyes. “Life.” I responded then took the box of cigarettes that he was holding and retrieved one of the cigarettes then lit it with the lighter that was handed to me by Amos. “What brought you here? You should be training the henchmen for the upcoming battle.” I continued as I blew the air out of my nose. “I have good news.” He smiled as he retrieved something from a small briefcase that he had put on the nearest chair when he came in. “Spit it out.” I turned my head back to the beautiful city of the Titanic Wave.

Scoffing, I got up to check up on the boys who were sleeping in the room. “She will love me over and over again. I will get her back, I need my Eliana, my children need their mother,” “She is my redemption,” I declared wholeheartedly. “Just a thought but, Alpha, don’t you think,” He returned a faint smile before suggesting, “Before finding redemption, you shoulder… redeem?” “What I went through, isn’t that enough?” I argued, mouth gaping to his silly statement. “Be grateful Armiz hadn’t killed her yet,”

“I know I can never truly make amends, but I couldn't bear to live with the weight of my sins any longer.” Eskaal approaches Kaldir, offering a hand of support, he gently speaks. “There must be a way for you to find redemption, Kaldir. Ending your life won't change the past, but you can still make a difference in the future. Accept the defeat.” Kaldir looks up at Eskaal, his eyes filled with a glimmer of hope, as if the possibility of redemption has ignited a spark within him. Kaldir resolute. “Perhaps you're right, Eskaal. Maybe there's still a chance for me to do something good. I don’t know from where to start.”

Amos fell silent, his chest pounding as he realized the possibility of being killed by the woman. He heard several slaves return in a state of dismemberment before finally dying and being brought back to the main mansion. Amos trembled. He kneeled himself at Sera's feet, begging for mercy. "Miss, forgive me! Please don't kill me!" Sera frowned. "If you make me wait, I will definitely kill you." Amos sat back down, looking at the woman once more, before finally standing up and moving slowly to the soft bed there. Then, hesitantly and slowly, he lay down on his back. His gaze gazed up at the ceiling of the room with its beautiful moon painting.