Ruthless Gl Chapter 72 Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 (Ruth's POV) They did it. They took away all the dignity left in me. They didn't care when I begged them to stop. I cried and screamed, I stopped when I saw that no one was going to help me no matter how I shouted. They were going to have their way and no one was going to stand up for me. They raped me and called it mating. All four of them. I was out of breath and my entire body hurt by the time they finished. I couldn't scream anymore as they all took turns in doing it. They completely shattered me, calling it mating.

She was utterly disgusted, and she wanted to have the man killed in a jiffy! "Are you going to fuck off or not? If you're going to fuck off, my fist will not be polite to you!" Ruth was Sabrina's loyal follower. Ruth would absolutely beat up anybody that Sabrina wanted to beat up without hesitation! If she had beaten the person to death, then she would just use her life to pay with her own life! While saying that, Ruth was about to make a move. Her palm was already raised, but Gloria blocked in front of James.

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 Golds hadn't saved her out of charity the way they always bragged about; they had enslaved her for seven years just to steal her childhood fortune. Desiree was still standing there, smiling wickedly, completely unaware of the mental warzone Anika had just survived. "So pack up your little assistant files and come home to serve my son, Anika." "Desiree," Anika called out, her voice was a chilling, dangerous whisper. "You'll rot in hell for what you did to me." Desiree flinched, shocked to her bones by the scary heat radiating on Anika's face. She would have been long dead by now if looks could kill. "What did you just say to me? Rot in hell? Ha! What did I even do to you—"

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.