Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia Novels & Stories

she finishes, and my legs start to tingle. I bite down on my teeth, my muscles shaking with tension as I try not to react to the loss. I'm her Alpha, and so naturally I feel everything, "And I, Aerilyn Grey..." she grits out, but I leap forward, clamping my hand over her mouth, "You wouldn't dare," I seethe as I have my one hand over her mouth and the other behind her head. I glare down at her, but it feels more like pleading, "Reject you..." I push my hand harder into her, "Do not do this!" | seethe, my teeth grinding as I speak through them.

Amelia. Stumbling. Bleeding. Knife in hand. Heading straight for the house. Straight for Maya. I raised my gun. “Amelia!” She froze. Turned. Her eyes met mine. And what I saw in them wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It wasn’t regret. It was resolve. Cold. Final. Unbreakable. She lifted the knife. And she ran. Straight toward Maya. Straight toward the house. Straight toward the end. Amelia sprinted toward the house like she wasn’t bleeding, like she wasn’t broken, like she wasn’t human anymore. The knife glinted in her hand, catching the faint light from the compound as she tore through the trees.

"I'm not ready to start taking care of defaulters. You need to get your head in the game." Amelia's eyes stared into Gloria's, fear passing through her like a wave. She had never seen Gloria like this before, her eyes evil and menacing. "I'm sorry," Amelia whispered, trying to placate her. "I was foolish to pity the Richardson’s after what they did to me. They deserve everything that’s coming right at them." Gloria's grip relaxed, her hands releasing Amelia's neck. She patted Amelia's shoulder, her touch condescending. "Very good, Amelia. Now you're coming back to your senses. Never forget what they did to you, alright?"

The Alphas pull up their pants and leave the cell. Lady Morwen steps in, shoes clicking. She sits on the cement-made bed, one leg crossed over the other. "You look exactly like the filthy whore you are." "Thank you." I murmur as I pull one side of my shirt to cover my nipples. Irritation begins to settle in slowly, but even as I'm relieved those molesters are gone, the heat is still eating me away. It blurs my senses heavily. "I'm not here to save you. I don't have time for peasants. I've come for one thing." She declares, and I raise my gaze at her. "What exactly did you do to Nikolai that he cherishes you more than me?"

Amelia smiled lovingly at him, and she perked up immediately, smiling back. Grandma had left roughly an hour and half ago promising to return after nice warm shower and clean clothes. After Amelia little break down that she wasn't too fond of, grandma seemed to understand her dilemma a bit better. She constantly asked if Amelia was sure she wanted to be there. She offered to take the children in as she wanted in the car, but Amelia had politely declined grandma's gracious offer. She couldn't hide from anyone. She needed to face her demons and finally put it behind her. She couldn't harbor anger and hatred anymore. She didn't want that for her children. She would march in there, head held hig

Even Asena wanted to run as fast and as far away from him as possible. “Stay!” I heard a gnashing of teeth as my body went still at the Alpha’s command. “God dammit, you’re causing a lot of trouble!” He shouted, still clutching me to him, my back to his front. How voice had returned to normal but I didn’t think I could ever be normal again. Not after I discovered this. Everyone said Cahir Armani was a ruthless killing machine, they called him a blood-hungry monster but no one actually knew – he was a rogue!

Amelia said to him before walking out of the office without uttering a single word to Cindy. Despite what she had done to her, she has tried her best to redeem her, but unfortunately for her, not all crimes are redeemable, so she will have no other choice but to suffer the consequences of her act, and just as Mr Benson had said, she will serve as a scapegoat to the other staff who might be planning to do the same thing she did. Getting outside, Amelia was about to walk to the roadside to take a taxi that would take her home when she heard a familiar voice call her from behind, and with that, she quickly turned around only to scoff angrily as she saw Mr Richard walking towards her.

“You think sending me cryptic notes and showing up at my house makes you the hero here?” Her smile sharpened. “You think this is about jealousy. It’s not. This is about consequences. Roman likes to pretend he’s this reformed, honorable man now. But that’s not the man I knew.” I swallowed hard. “And who was he, Amelia?” Her eyes flickered with something dark. “The kind of man who makes deals with devils. The kind who uses people when it suits him and erases them when he’s done.” “That’s not true.”