Novel & Cerita Regina Rena To The Unforgiven

If I did this, everyone would know what kind of person their so called king was. Everyone would despise Lily and I would get pity— support. That was what I needed the most now; especially as a weak Luna with an omega rogue. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Damien rushed to get me. But I had already lived this life; I evaded his attempts to hold me while a naked Lily screamed in the background. “Hold her down, Damien! Hold her! Don't let her escape! Oh…what are we going to do now?!” I felt like laughing, knowing very soon, Damien would lose face and Lily would be sent back to the useless rogue faction Sha came from.

Regina said, "Kneel in front of your betters, slave." Ron dropped to his knees, immediately. Slaves trained by Mistress Dark tended to be very obedient. "Lick my cunt like you mean it, you shit!" She lifted her skirt and dropped it over Ron's head and for the next five minutes we watched in astounded amazement as Ron licked her cunt, her skirt bobbing up and down with his head. Regina finally grabbed his head and climaxed, her moans suppressed for her surprised watchers. "Much better than the last time," she said, pushing him out from under her skirt. His face was smeared with her cum. "Don't clean that off."

Regina Julia said indignantly. Fiona was happy, smiling while walking. Last year, after Regina Julia knew everything, she always kept a close eye on her heart, hoping that one day Fiona could hold a sack of money that fell and crushed them to death. “What are you laughing at?” Regina Julia glared at her. “Don't think of me as a poor white rabbit oppressed by the rich, then turn around and slap them in the face.” Fiona struggled to stop laughing, put the phone away, and refused to accept the transfer.

As a child, Regina’s sole purpose in life had been as a pawn in her mother’s strategy to extort more and more money from her father. That’s where Regina had learned what two-faced meant… Her mother was all lovey-dovey when Dad showed up but abandoning her at her society friends’ houses when she was no longer useful. A hard lesson, but Regina had learned it well. She’d promised herself when she’d turned eighteen that she’d never go back to that kind of situation. Never again have no value outside of what she could do for another. So, was she truly willing to become Theodore Kennedy’s pawn? *****

Without hesitation, she reached out with practiced precision, her fingers finding the pressure points on Regina's neck with unerring accuracy. Regina gasped in surprise as a wave of dizziness washed over her, her vision swimming with disorientation as she struggled to remain upright. But before she could even protest, darkness closed in around her, dragging her down into unconsciousness with an iron grip. As Regina slumped to the ground, her body limp and motionless, Jana's heart clenched with guilt at what she had done. But even as she whispered a heartfelt apology to the unconscious girl, she knew that she had no choice but to act, for the sake of Regina's safety and the greater good of th

I followed them by eye and strange enough, I felt a lot heavier—it feels surreal. I tried to follow them until they got out of the building, although I feel like I will be in so much trouble if I keep on and yep, I don’t care. I don’t want to let this opportunity slide as I saw the same kinds of people in my dreams beheading civilians and starting a war. If that were to be true, I want myself to witness their downfall before anything happens. “Oi, Reign Yrven. The Black Wolf of the Lightning’s wrath.”

“Get them. All of them. I want everything.” Jenna nodded, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. I will. I swear.” Regina stood, her chair scraping against the floor. She dropped a few bills on the table, enough to cover her untouched coffee. “You have until tomorrow. After that, don’t bother calling me again.” Jenna’s face crumpled, but she nodded. “Okay.” Regina turned and walked out, her heart pounding like a war drum. The fresh air hit her face as she stepped onto the street, but it did nothing to cool the fury simmering beneath her skin.

“You must perform the Ritual of Severed Bond. It focuses all your power into a single blade. It will make him mortal… for one moment.” “We’ll do it,” Fenris said instantly. “There is a cost,” the Elder warned, his voice grave. “To channel that much power, the Luna must sacrifice a piece of her Wolf’s Heart. She will lose her Lumina gift… forever.” “No,” Fenris growled, pulling me behind him. “I forbid it.” I stepped forward, facing my mate. “I choose to do it. This power was given to me to protect the Packs. This is how I use it.”

Sitting in my tiny room at the orphanage wondering why I was blamed for the death of the Luna. My bruised and broken little body can’t handle this pain. I try to stay on my side with the wounds on my back still bleeding. My name is Ella Morrighan and I’m the human slave in The Red Blood Pack. I was found in the woods as a baby. Werewolf packs don’t kill baby’s or pups(werewolf children). So I was sent to the orphanage. The orphanage mother is cruel and leaves the twin omegas in charge.

Not the Sovereigns. Not the war. Not the prophecy. Aria. The girl who had once been unwanted. The girl who had once been doubted. The girl who had once been rejected by the very world she was now fighting to save. Everything had led here. Every betrayal. Every sacrifice. Every loss. Every victory. Every lesson. Every scar. All of it had shaped the woman standing beneath the silver light. The True Luna. The final hope of a fractured world. The First Sovereign understood it too.