Riley Murdered Emma Novels & Stories

"Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?" My throat tightens with emotion as I go to embrace her. "I think so," I say, breathing in her comforting, familiar scent. "Alpha Roman's car will be here soon to collect my belongings." Mother squeezes me tightly, stroking my hair. "I can't believe my little girl is all grown up and leaving home. I'm going to miss you so much, Emily." Guilt twists inside me, knowing the sorrow I'll cause her today is false. In truth, the daughter she's bidding farewell is already gone, murdered by the wolves I called friend and lover.

Her alarm sounded and Emma stretched as she climbed out of the hospital bed. She washed her face and brushed her teeth before returning to Daryl’s side. “I’m going to see the men off this morning and I will be back. I promise you, I will make these men pay for what they have done.” She kissed his temple and walked to the pack house.

She glanced at Ryder but jumped since he was already staring at her. "How come you-" Emmaline failed to complete her sentence. But luckily Ryder read her thoughts as he let out a chuckle. "Blake saved you then who saved me that night, right? I wasn't saved, Em. I died the moment Isabella stabbed Mom." He heralded throwing another bomb at her. Emmaline stared at the two men with shock-filled eyes. She refused to believe it but their serious expressions were compelling her to believe them. Zion watched how she looked at him. He was happy that Emmaline trusted him so much that she was still looking at him for confirmation.

Do you have an opinion, Emma? "I didn't know Max either, but I can say that he was murdered in cold blood, someone very close to him. I could even assure that the murderer is from our university, I think he has been present in our lives or rather ... he is with us, many will try to hide the secrets from him, but not for long. There are always witnesses in a murder, there is always someone who looked at something or heard something. I wouldn't be surprised if there are people trying to evade the law to get their way. But I know a saying that says: between heaven and earth there is nothing hidden." We were all shocked to hear Emma's words, even I, who knew more than all of them here, but wh

But the face on that screen—those eyes, that mouth…. “No,” Emma whispered her throat tightened. “No, no, no…” “It’s her,” Alia said hoarsely. “Selena….. She’s alive.” Emma’s stomach twisted, her hands shook around the pistol. She dropped it onto the table with a clatter, stumbling back. “No. I killed her. I killed her!” Her voice cracked, a ragged snarl of denial. Alia’s eyes were wide, terrified. “You said…” “I saw her bleed out!” Emma’s hands clawed through her hair. “I saw the coffin. Damien buried her. She’s—she’s not supposed to be….”

Emma said, pushing Catherine off the doorway and entering my room uninvited. Emma looked tattered; she had lost more than a pound in less than a month, and her once long hair was now reaching her face, and eye bags were present below her eyes due to lack of sleep or crying too much; she didn't take Jack's death lightly. “Hi Emma, what's the problem?" I asked as Catherine shut the door; she didn't look offended by Emma's rude behavior; Catherine understood she was still in her grieving era. “Firstly, my husband died in Chicago without saying goodbye, and I got this letter from the killer, who you all claimed to be Harley," she said, handing a letter over to me.

Lila’s distraction had thinned their numbers just enough. As Emma dove into the van, Alex floored the accelerator. Bullets ricocheted off the metal as they sped away, but they were clear. Back at the cabin, Emma reunited with her children, hugging them tightly. The data she had stolen was a goldmine, revealing the full scope of The Collective’s operations. But the fight was far from over. As she tucked the twins into bed that night, Emma whispered, “We’re one step closer. I won’t stop until this is finished.”

Alaric's voice mocked in my head. Taking the sheets and comforter and balling them up. I walked to my door with them under my arm. Opening the door, I didn't notice Riley's scent in the hallway due to my sheets being covered in it. I stepped into the hall. I could barely believe what I could see. Emelia on the ground with Riley on top of her. Riley's hand filled with Emelia's hair. Her other hand extended and claws out. "Die trash!" Riley roared. My hand grabbed her wrist in the blink of an eye.

A lot of red. Several doms stand frozen in the doorway, staring into the room as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. “What’s going on?” I ask Ellie and Amelia, my voice high with anxiety. Ellie’s face is streaked with tears. She can barely speak. “It’s... it’s Emma,” she stammers. “She tried to murder Henry last night.” My stomach drops like a stone. My skin goes ice cold. Aiden’s head snaps toward her. “What?” he demands. His voice is sharp. Dangerous. Ellie flinches.