Ruthless Gl Chapter 72 Novels & Stories

Chapter 25 Before me and the others reacted when they heard the word 'mate', Beta Rogue immediately moved quickly to be able to approach Ruth who was still lying weakly on the sofa now. I myself even stood up in surprise while looking right at Beta Rogue who immediately gripped Ruth's right hand who also looked surprised it was there now. “W-what? What do you mean?" Ruth asked in a mumbling voice now. Ruth even widened her eyelids, while several times looking right at me and also the Beta Rogue in front of her.

And as with the beta and gamma, the Alpha and beta were unevenly matched. Nausea rose in my throat. Cahir took his time with Aristo. Unlike the other wolves that met a quick death, he seemed to indulge his bloodlust with Aristo. His claws dragged down the beta’s sides. He dug his claws into the beta’s eyes, bit off a chunk of his ear, clawed his neck, everywhere. Injuries here and there that made the beta bleed.

She had drunk half of the glass. “Please ... give me this. I can’t bear this.” She wanted to go ahead and snatch a glass of milk from his hand, but he stared at her with angry eyes. She was tormented. Seeing this, he come forward and cleans the edge of her lips where her mustache was made of milk with his finger. He grabbed her waist and takes her lips into his mouth. He was irrigating himself to such an extent that she could no longer breathe, but he had removed the burning sensation from her lips.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

The rain in the private villa didn't wash away sins it just turned the blood into a dull, rusted smear on the pavement. Devi stood in the shadows of an alleyway, a silhouette carved from obsidian, watching the warm glow of a third-story apartment window. Inside, Cali was laughing. She was pouring a glass of cheap wine, oblivious to the fact that the man she was with a boy with a soft smile and no future was already a dead man.

They move over it, down my torso and stop below my navel, grasping my groin. “Ruth, stop,” my voice is strained as she begins to press against the bulge in my pants. “I can make you forget all about her. Just focus on the one good thing in front of you,” she whispers. Ruth inches forward, her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she applies more pressure on my groin. “Ruth, stop,” I say, seizing her hand. I get up, and she slips off me. “I think it’s best we end this friends who fuck... I can’t do it anymore,” I say.

He didn’t stop as he walked through the grand entrance, past the hushed conversations and clinking glasses. He had one target. And he had already found him. Richard sat in the farthest corner, lounging like a king in exile, a smirk playing at his lips as he sipped from a crystal glass. He was surrounded by other businessmen, all pretending not to notice the storm about to break. Adrian didn’t hesitate. He strode forward, grabbed Richard by the lapels, and yanked him to his feet. Gasps echoed through the room. Richard barely had time to react before Adrian shoved him backward, sending his whiskey crashing to the floor.

His dark gaze shuddered the burly man, he had a murderous glint in his eyes as he met my gaze. “Nikolas-” I called out. He clenched his fists in anger till blood came out. He rushed to the bed in swift motion and kicked the huge man across the bed. He crashed to the floor. “Are you hurt?” Nikolas asked in a baritone voice. I let out a deep sigh as I shook my head. Meanwhile, Catherine was taken aback, she tried to race to the door. But Gerald stood at the entrance and blocked her from escaping. He flung her to the floor.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

The windows were tinted, and nobody would hear me scream for help. I slowly turned around and saw him staring at me. He had an amused yet intense, angry gaze. All the willpower to escape evaporated from me. He still had not said a word, and I was dying from the silence. I looked up to meet his intense gaze, and I flinched. He looked different, scarier. “O-ope…. Open the door.” I mumbled. I tried to unlock the door and— “Don’t,” came the cold reply. I quickly removed my hands like the door was some hot food. I slowly turned around.