Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia Novels & Stories

She winked and turned back to Adam, "We ready to move out now? Loki and Eric are already on their way." Their voices faded away as they continued speaking. I couldn't take my eyes off of Holden's grave. There were pins and needles piercing through my heart. I thought this was goodbye, but it didn't feel real. Alpha Holden of Crimson Pack. Memories will fade, but redemption is everlasting. I chose the writing, it was short, but it was what I wanted to remember him by. Not the horrible things, but the ending. Damian's hand came onto my shoulder, snapping me out of my brief trance, "Go back to the house Di, I'll meet you there. Breach is probably a bunch of human kids again. Looks like Elysium

“I prefer to call it persuasion. Now that I have your little Alpha under me, trust me, there is nothing any of you can do to stop me.” As much as I hated to admit it, she had a fucking point. It was all pointless. “Why would you do this?” Francesca demanded, my voice louder than I intended. “She didn’t deserve that!” Amelia’s expression turned cold, her smirk fading. “Well, Raven was in my way. She stood between me and the Alpha, between me and power. And now, she’s gone, and I have everything I want.” I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the storm of emotions building inside me. Fear, anger, hate, it all threatened to consume me. Amelia had taken everything, and now she stood there, triu

“I know you are betraying Salvatore’s trust, and that has to be the most dangerous thing one can do, and you have no reason to help me, but you are helping me nonetheless.” “Amelia, you don't need to thank me. I have done a lot of bad things, and helping you is totally selfish of me. This is me redeeming myself for all the bad things I have done.” “But it still me on the receiving end of your redemption story. I am grateful for it,” I said, and she nodded. “Let me run a few tests for you first. Let us know if you have anything that might need attention,” she said, and I nodded.

“The lies, the manipulation, making sure people saw what I wanted them to see. You thought you could live your perfect little life, Seraphina? I made sure you’d never have peace.” Rachel stepped forward, fists clenched. “You’ve destroyed lives for what, Amanda? For your own twisted satisfaction? It’s pathetic!” Amanda shrugged, her gaze cold. “Why not? You always had everything handed to you. I had to take what I could. And I’ll do it again.” Her eyes gleamed with defiance. There was no shame, no regret. Only a dangerous sense of pride in everything she had done.

I was trying not to scream in order to avoid attracting attention to myself since I was vulnerable and had no one to protect me. After what felt like forever, I turned into a gigantic silver wolf with one gold eye and one red eye. I have never heard of a silver wolf before and one the size of an alpha too. Red eye meant alpha blood but I did not know what gold meant. Since I was afraid to run on my own in the dark, I turned back to my human form and put on my spare clothing since the one I had reaped and headed back to the pack house.

I said, "and something in me had shifted, had softened somehow, the injury gave me an excuse to try to get you back. Not honestly. Not by owning what I'd done. By pretending none of it had happened at all, and starting fresh, and letting you believe the gentleness was new instead of understanding it was simply the first time I'd allowed myself to stop punishing you for a choice you made when you were grieving and desperate and twenty-two years old." "Rhys—" "I won't let anything take you from me again," I said, quoting my own words back to him, my voice rough now, barely holding together. "That's what I meant. Not a stranger's threat. My own cruelty. I'd already taken you from yourself once,

I asked, a hint of anger beginning to show forth in my tone. I totally forgot I was talking to the Almighty Antonio Dante and was playing the role of his wife. Not like I am anything less but I hardly have any right to speak up in front of him. His presence alone scares but now I seem to have overcome that fear. “The bastard who hired such was eliminated immediately. I made sure of that, Miranda,” Antonio objected. My eyes widened in shock. “That was your? You told them to kill that…..” “.....Woman…the first masked driver was a woman. Evelyn. She had a prosthetic arm,” he said.

Today, his wish came true. Amelia didn't want to lose sense, she wanted to witness how far he can destroy her, she must be feeling helpless since her both hands were tied with the headboard, and one man with 70kg hovering over her, but there was something inside her burning, her heart filled up with pure hate towards him, towards his paper husband and she promised herself that if she open her eyes again his life will be upside down and she will do. His thrust were harsh too harsh for any virgin, her back arched up, after which felt like an hour she find him going slow inside her, Amelia can barely open her eyes, she somehow forced herself not to lose her consciousness.

He drew his fist and aimed a punch at my face. My instinct as a warrior took over. I saw the punch coming and ducked out of the way, slipping down the wall. His fist rammed into the wall and he grunted as he drew me up roughly by the shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" I stuttered, aiming to break through his icy face. Everything about him changed suddenly. The air of romance around us ceased and standing before me was the Ruthless Alpha Joash! I panicked, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking into his eyes, as I tried harder to break through him. But it wasn't working. The blue tint in his eyes remained rigid like a frozen ocean.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had