Savage Games Rachel Leigh Novels & Stories

he nods. "Be careful Tyler, he says, looking away from Emma. Come back home safe to us. If you need help, mind link, I will come fast. "I smile as I step to our bed and kiss both before running out. Getting to the gate, a pack of wolves stand there waiting. "Send out, Rachel!"is yelled as I walk up. "She was told to leave my pack and club, I say, watching them, Savage wants no parts in her bullshit with you," the leader growled loud as he paced.

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.

We’d barely stepped into the lobby when a familiar saccharine voice dripped with false surprise. "Oh my god. Avery Emerson?" Rachel. Riley’s favorite sycophant—a social climber with more plastic in her face than the agency’s furniture. She leaned against the reception desk, her designer dress probably costing more than the security guard’s annual salary. Her lip curled in a smirk. "Slumming it without Daddy’s credit cards, Avery?" Savannah’s grip on my arm tightened. "Ignore the rabid chihuahua." But Rachel slithered closer, her perfume choking the air. "Riley told me all about your little tantrum. Honestly, it’s pathetic. She’s sick, and you’re still jealous because—"

“That’s a good sign.” “They saw what I’ve become. I think some of them were... relieved.” “Relieved?” “That I’m not Elira. That I chose to carry her power without becoming her vengeance.” Dylan stepped forward. “What now?” Rachel took his hand. “Now we make sure no one ever tries to silence girls like her again.” He smiled. “You really are unstoppable, you know that?” She leaned into him. “Not unstoppable. Just... unwilling to be erased.” --- Far from the city, in the mountain ruins beneath the crimson witch’s sanctuary, a new circle was drawn.

I pretend to be in the dark. “The Blood Moon Hybrid,” Rachel lets out a delighted laugh. “I was brought on because of her, you know. But the Director never told me what she was exactly. I just pieced things together. It wasn’t that hard. The girl is ridiculously strong, but her powers are not all there. See this?” She points to the eye patch she’s been wearing ever since I saw her this time. “She did this to me.” The look in Rachel’s other eye borders on insanity. “An eye for an eye, right? I’m going to gauge hers out too. Make her scream as I do.”

"Please. Ju-" "You have half hour to speak with the boys and then I want you gone. I, Ellie Pierce, Alpha of Darkness, hereby expel you, Charlotte Charles, from the pack," I said and it felt like a massive weight off my shoulders knowing that she was no longer my problem. I wasn't going to have to worry about her next move and I wasn't going to have to constantly look over my shoulder. "I'll never survive as a rogue," Charlotte sobbed as she fell to the floor with her head in her hands.

Score one for Rachel. It was only a little after six am. No stores would be open yet. It was still reassuring to know that I wasn’t destined to live in the dark for the rest of my (undead) life. Cooper happily ran away from me in the backyard, he was prancing around in his usual outside happy dance. I grabbed a ball to play fetch with him. I reached my arm back, threw the ball, and watched as it (accidentally!) launched right through my ever so annoying neighbor’s window. Of all the windows. “Sorry Cooper.” Surely, they can’t know that was me? Well… I guess they could. That window in particular is directly overlooking my backyard. We’re just going to hope they didn’t notice that.

Ariel helped her count. “2....”Rachel said. “3....” “3.....” And the next thing Rachel did was jump on Ariel and started removing the singlet from her body Forcefully. “Somebody help me! My sister wants to rape me !” Ariel shouted. Rachel continued forcing the singlet off and managed to get it off. Ariel quickly covered her naked ‘flat chest’. “It not like anything is there” Rachel scoffed. “It will soon grow” Ariel said and quickly ran after Rachel when Rachel started exiting the room.

They’re both leaning against the desk with one ankle crossed over the other, their drink in their left hand, hanging at their side as they watch me. There’s a lot of power in this pack. The Alphas here are very strong. Even the female, Leana, was exuding strength. And right now, that angry power is all directed at me. “Reagan. Alpha Reagan is her name,” Elias says. The older Alphas watches me closely. “Gamma Elias, how close was your Alpha to going feral?” he asks, never looking away from me. When Elias doesn’t immediately answer, I turn and look at him.