Rem Reckoning Novels & Stories

"You don't remember me, Alpha Noah? Oh, I am very hurt. After all I have done for your precious pack." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I tightened my grip on my weapon. "Tell me your name." He laughed, a bitter and mocking sound. "Names don't matter anymore, Alpha. Not in this new world you've created. But you can call me... the Reckoning." I frowned, the name meant nothing to me, but I couldn't deny the feeling of dread that gnawed at my insides. "What do you want from us?" The reckoning's eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "Oh, Alpha Noah, it's not what I want. It's what you've taken from me."

“You don’t get to touch me.” I clench my jaw, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. “You are being unreasonable,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but it is hard. She is not listening, and time is running out. If someone reports this to the elders before I can add them to the pack, we are going to have one hell of a fight in our hands “Unreasonable?” she snaps. “You think I am the one being unreasonable? Because I want to protect my children from your pack’s bullshit?”

He didn’t dare imagine it. Even growing up in a complicated family, nothing of that caliber ever happened. To think that such a young girl had to experience all that, he hated the Whitecrest pack so much. Now talking about this pack, what pack was it? Why couldn’t he remember hearing anything about it? Anyway, regardless of it being known or unknown, Kayden put it on the blacklist. Such a scumbag, he didn’t deserve to be a leader. He was unfit. “I want to avenge myself. I want to watch him lose everything that he had ever desired. He stabbed my belly and took away the only family I had remaining,” she said with gritted teeth, her fists clenched as she recalled that painful night.

I hope it's worth my time. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, taking her time, completely unbothered by my silence, “The company is going bankrupt, Joseph.” She murmured like I’m not aware of ot. “We need to do something, and we need to do it fast.”

But what about me? I shift uncomfortably on the bench, tugging the edge of my scarf closer around me, even though the fire’s warmth reaches me. Insecurity weighs heavy on my shoulders, dragging me down. I know people are watching. Whispering. I’ve been gone for years, and now here I am, back in the heart of a pack that once hurt me. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, trying to block out the memories of Ronan the promises he broke, the trust he shattered. I’m not that naive girl anymore, but being back here, it’s hard to remember that.

Arlet’s heart sank as she plumped at the edge of the bed, leaning closer to him, and whispered his name. “Ruben,” Ruben stirred, getting up from his bed and letting out a heavy sigh. He knew that transparency in their relationship was crucial, and he could no longer hold on to the secret of his encounter with Reile. “I met Reile,” he admitted, his words jolting Arlet with a mix of shock and uncertainty. However, he quickly reassured her, his voice carrying a sense of determination. “But you don’t have to worry about it. I made promises to you, and I will keep them.” His words hung in the air, but his back turned toward her was not what she had anticipated. If he had met Reile and intended to

she remarked, seemingly amused by the whole situation. Those words snapped Ruby back to reality. She took a moment to survey her surroundings, noticing the curious gazes of the onlookers fixed upon her. Their hostile stares sent an unsettling shiver down her spine, triggering her anxiety and overpowering the remnants of her anger. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Ruby gently patted her flushed cheeks, determined to regain control. She spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "I want you to delete the video."

“You still don’t get your sister until the paperwork clears.” “Fuckin’ bureaucrats,” I muttered, smirking. “Even in the underworld.” Remo looked up, his eyes met mine. Hollow, but burning. “I want proof she’s safe,” he rasped. “She’s safe,” I said, voice flat. “Fed. Warm. Smart-mouthed as ever. You’ll see her soon enough.” “Not good enough.” I stepped forward, “You fucked up, Remo. You broke your side of the old accord the second you touched something that belonged to us. And now you’re here, on your knees—”

“He’ll be better off. I don’t regret what I did. The humans deserve to die.” He looks at the camera in the corner of the room before banging his cuffed hands on the table. “I’M DONE! I’M FUCKING DONE! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” I stand up. “Fine, if you don’t want to talk, your loss.” I turn and leave the room. The cops and Roman are standing there. “They admit to it and the footage and forensic proof is enough to lock them behind bars for good, but we appreciate you coming all the way, Mr King,” Hansen, one of the cops, says.

He’s scared you’ll see the blood on his hands. Sera sat on the edge of a rough stone bed. She felt the weight of the word journey ahead of them. This wasn't just a fight against the High Pack; it was a fight against the secrets they were keeping from each other. "We have to do it, Kaelen," Sera said, her voice firm. "We need an army. And I’m not afraid of your memories." Kaelen looked up, his obsidian eyes filled with a terrifying vulnerability. "You should be, Seraphina. Because I’m not just a Black-Shuck. I’m the reason the First-Born woke up in the first place."