Reder X Novels & Stories

But fate deals him a cruel hand, for upon arriving at her door, Cillian discovers that Mabel has found love and comfort in the arms of another man. Here, Cillian finds his way to redemption, and struggles with the question of whether love and forgiveness can truly mend what was broken. Will Cillian still have a place in Mabel's heart in Book 2 of Alpha's Redemption? Will she be willing to let go of the newfound love she has embraced? This continuing tale explores the power of remorse, the depth of human emotions, and the strength of love when it comes to second chances.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

When we pulled up to the café I was shocked to see how little and normal the café was. I was thinking Logan would go somewhere exotic or fancy but maybe I was thinking of Logan the wrong way. The dry cleaner he goes to is also in a small neighborhood that isn’t fancy at all, I’m definitely starting to think I may have been wrong about Mr. McAlister. He helped me out of the black Mercedes he drove. We walked into the café and sat close to the big open window facing the busy street. I loved people watching so this table was perfect and maybe it could distract me from thinking about Logan McAlister too much.

DANTE As Xavier and I discussed the plan, his optimism was palpable. He readily agreed to take care of the individuals responsible for inspecting the jet. I didn't bother asking him for specifics because if he had managed to eliminate the guards around Anna's cell, I had faith that he would handle this task as well. Xavier instructed us to be prepared tonight since Orlando's departure was scheduled for the morning. He emphasized the importance of our presence at the designated location, ready to execute our mission. A portion of my team had already departed for California to ensure the safety of Anna and Xavier's family, while the remaining members would confront Orlando's men at the airport

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

I pick the book up from the ground, "Now you shut the doodle oven, and will you please shut that front door of yours before anyone hears you." "I wince as I sit back down the chair, my stomach still stings from where the book hit me. "You are one weird chick. Now give me that book please." I push the book back to him and he opens it to the page of Alpha Reddoxs' family tree. Lines connect to each other, and each name held on a little bit information about them. "Alpha Reddox is a disgrace to the Peredon" Even the description of himself was foul, what poor child he is before.

I finish flickering my eyes to and away from Adair. Adair’s expressions contort with rage. His eyes darken, like molten lava, turning stone cold as if there’s no loving or caring emotion left in him. His teeth are bared and his breathing picks up rapidly as his chest heaves up and down. Rage pulses through his veins as he burns with anger. “What’s his name?” Adair asks his voice hardening ruthlessly. “Marc Garwood.” I say despite not wanting to mention his name.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Stanley pointed to the items at the foot of the bed and asked, "What are these things?" When Camila heard that we weren't here to arrest Martin, she finally stood up. Wiping away her tears, she replied through sobs, "These are gifts we sent to Dr. Garrison as thanks." Aidan rushed forward and grabbed her by the arms. "You're lying! Wilder didn't save Martin, so what are you thanking him for?" Camila shot him a look full of hatred, the same kind I had seen from Scarlett in the ward.

Coren lifted his hands, stepping forward, lips already shaping a blessing—or a curse. He didn’t get to finish. A bullet took him in the chest. The sound was obscene. His body jerked, then crumpled, red blooming over his front like a grotesque flower. For a moment he just stared down at the spreading stain, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Oh,” he said softly. Then he fell. People screamed in earnest now. Mother Elara pulled me back, trying to push me behind her, but the circle of men was already closing. The air reeked of gunpowder and fear. Someone grabbed my arm in the chaos; I yanked away without thinking, nails scratching skin, and stumbled against the altar.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.