Novel & Cerita Sweeter Than Revenge Ao3

Alpha Tan was clearly angry, “ You know you can't get out of here alive. No matter your strength, you are completely surrounded by hundreds of werewolves.” “ You should be smarter than this. Why do you think I brought what you wanted the most? Marcelene.” The acrid smell of blood was beginning to make me dizzy. Then I heard my name. I was here for a purpose. I'm just a tool. I knew it. But the pain hits differently every time I'm reminded of it. “ I can't waste the lives of my soldiers because of a book that I can clearly have with a clearly simple method," Roman smirked. Again.

“He always has been.” The flashes intensified, but I didn’t look away. “He doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants,” I continued. “And right now, what he wants is control. He wants attention. He wants to destroy anything he feels he’s losing power over.” Clara. He wanted to break her the same way he tried to break everyone else. “But this isn’t about justice,” I said firmly. “This is about revenge. It’s about losing control of a situation he believes he owns.”

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

" The darkness around us instantly disappeared and then I saw her. She was right in front of me, bloodied, crying. This time it wasn't Aria, it was our first mate. The one we had killed. "Aria?" I asked, feeling the straight snap out of me as I looked at her. Hearing Ceaser talk about the reincarnation made me realise the web of events that were interconnected here and I couldn't help but regret my stupid actions. I surged forward and grabbed her, before hugging her tightly and kissing her. "I still regret what I did." I whispered, but before I could say another word, the whole thing immediately disappeared and I was suddenly back in my cell. I heard a panicked voice.

The moment Kamila’s eyes landed on Aiden, Kai, and Luca, a strong wave of emotion hit her like crazy. She barely had time to brace herself before she was enveloped in a fierce, collective hug. She didn’t know when she broke down into heavy sobs. "Shh, it's okay, Kam. We've got you," Aiden murmured, in a soothing voice as he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his handkerchief. "That bastard who made you cry like this – we're gonna break every bone in his body, I swear."

I knew this was time for me to defend myself because if I don't do so now, that name and title of being a s*** and a murderer will keep flying around. “Hahaha,” I laughed. “So this was your plan all along, to act like a victim and ruin my name. Calling me a murderer and a s***, you? Silas, have you forgotten so soon that you were the first man in my life? And those that know me too well know that I don't flirt around like you. Who are you calling a s***? Or are you calling yourself out?” I questioned him. The attention on us kept on increasing. “You are just a weak and loose woman trying to get vindicated by your fellow whore.” Silas said to me.

One where she was happy and safe. Loved and treasured… Because at the end of the day, it only felt bittersweet to know, that the people who did this to her, never would be able to hurt her again. Thanks to me… Alpha of the Tartarus Pack! Hell’s Alpha… At that, I smirked. They say revenge is a dish best served cold… I think it’s a dish best served--- In Hell…

Or maybe even sweeter and more comfortable? "Awww! Someone's blushing." Anna's voice broke my imagination.

She nodded once, her movements slow and strained as she muttered “Yes Alpha” She was sweating all over and her hands and cheeks had become a dark shade of red from all the pressure she tried hard to apply because she didn't want me to do it for her. And what I'm seeing right here in front of me, is what I call ‘sweet revenge’. It doesn't matter if Renee was my favorite doctor. She crossed me, she got punished. I don't regret it. And I would do it again, probably even more if she ever lays her hands on my little Doc again.

Twenty years of rage, of planning, of molding myself into the weapon that would finally deliver justice. I capture Avery's mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting triumph and dark magic on her lips. She responds with equal fervor, her body pressing against mine as passion ignites between us. The high of victory, the intoxicating rush of revenge finally fulfilled—it all blends together into pure euphoria. One thing leads to another, and we lose ourselves in the aftermath of our success. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I claim her, every touch a celebration of what we've accomplished together. This is what power tastes like—raw, uncompromising, absolute.