Ruthless Gl Chapter 72 Novels & Stories

"Maybe..." My mind strays for a brief, dangerous second—back to the shimmering halls of the hotel, the intoxicating weight of the Hawthorne name, the terrifying pull of his golden eyes. So what if High Alpha Everett Hawthorne turned out to be a ruthless, untrustworthy male? If I guarded my heart and kept my distance, perhaps I could still claim a place in the city... Ping. Ping. Ping. The communication rune resting on the window sill flares with a harsh, bright crimson light, vibrating violently against the stone.

She is drinking in my fear, her purple eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I can see the panic in your eyes. Your timid, pointless little wolf isn’t even worth taking. Cillian can’t pick up your scent, he’ll get my fake lemon scent and think he’s won the lottery. Did you ever notice we’ve left an awful lot of silver daggers lying around the place? You’re on a fucking platter. He takes your head and then he finally loses his mind completely. Job done. Shadowlands falls. Even if he tries to fight it will be a hollow war for no purpose.” Tears trickle down my face, Ruth enjoying every second of explaining her vicious scheme.

“I have the chance to kill my sister-in-law and am waiting for the right moment. Until that happens, I’ll make sure you never know where she is. You might be able to find me, but you’ll never meet her.” Perhaps a little threat could serve as an extra spice. The corners of Orlando’s lips formed a cynical smirk. He was thoroughly satisfied watching how Nightroe sensed the danger posed by someone who could drive the man mad. Clearly—this was just a small victory. He didn’t want to rush into freedom, though it seemed… that decision was quite right as Nightroe slowly stepped back; gazing with sharp sapphire eyes, then said, “If you ever dare to touch Anna. I’ll make sure your little whore is comp

Ruth screamed hysterically as Beta Irina and two massive guards grabbed her by the arms to drag her out. As her body was pulled towards the door, Ruth’s polite facade completely shattered. She let out a loud, mocking laugh, a proper unhinged cackle packed with pure malice. "Hahaha! Lock me up then, Scott! But I'll tell you this, I'm absolutely over the moon that the miserable little wench Lulu suffered!" Scott flinched, his fists clenching so tight his nails dug right into his palms, drawing blood. Ruth kept screaming at the top of her lungs all the way down the corridor, making sure her voice echoed to rip apart any leftover hope Scott had.

Madam we are done eating let us retire early to bed," Ruth said. "Okay check my husband's room if it's in order and make sure it's locked" Rachel responded. "Yes madam I will check if it is in order," Rachel said. "Good night madam," Rosario said. They went and checked Emilio's room Ruth checked around she found champagne on the table and lose the money she took. "What do you think you are doing?" Rosario asked. "Don't be foolish once anything remained from the billionaire just take they are going to throw it in the thrash" Ruth said.

“What is it now? Aren’t you going to show me this bit of respect?” “Of course I will.” Ruth smiled and took the glass, but her voice became as cold as frost. “I’ll show you even more respect by feeding it to you.” Mr. McGreen was stunned and could not understand what she meant. “What?” “Nathan,” she said darkly. Nathan was ready. He took a few steps forward and pinned Mr. McGreen down. “What’s the meaning of this?! Ruth, what are you planning? You—” Before Mr. McGreen could finish speaking, Ruth grabbed his jaw and poured the contents of the glass in her hand into his mouth.

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

Ruth’s teeth lodged deep into his throat, as the two wrestled on the ground. Another wolf came running over and attacked Ruth from the side, sinking its fangs into her back. But Ruth would not let go of her deadly grip. The leader rolled on his back, clawing at Ruth, trying to get her off. But it was no use. Ruth had death in her eyes, and she clamped down with such power, that within moments, the leader was dead.

He pulled my waist roughly and whispered above my lips, with a condescending smile that made my pride feel like it was being trampled on. "Being my toy is better than being a whore out there, Ruth." I pushed him roughly and yelled at him. "I will never be your toy!" In a world where power reigns supreme and mercy is a rare commodity, Ruth must navigate through unimaginable pain and fight for her dignity. Will she break free from their grasp, or will she find an unexpected strength within herself to confront the cruel fate the Moon Goddess has bestowed upon her? PLEASE PLEASE I REQUEST YOU ALL TO READ AND FOLLOW IT ON GOODNOVEL, DROP GEMS YOUR UNI.

Hunter Inside the vast auction chamber, I found myself seated among dominant individuals eagerly awaiting the commencement of the event. The room radiated nobility, decorated with excessive flourish that reflected the affluence of the people gathered here. Anticipation lingered in the air, yet an unease coursed within me. Beside me, Justin, my loyal Beta and confidant, sat watching. His full locks and penetrating blue eyes scanned the room, observing the other influential figures with a cautious demeanor. Justin remained vigilant, ensuring my safety and well-being even in the presence of potential allies or adversaries.