The One He Reclaimed Novels & Stories

Slamming the door behind him and deadbolting it. “WIll you tell me what the fuck is happening right now!” I growl at him, grossing my arms. His eyes look wide and manic, “I’ve done it!” Frowning, “Done what.” He starts pacing, “So we were worried about the pack bonds with Ilayda right? As she’s in line to be the next Luna.” My eyes narrow as the mention of her being his Luna. He waves his hands around, “We’ll I’ve found a way to capture a Reaper!”

I would show them all just how powerful I truly was. With renewed determination, I wiped away my tears and stood up. No longer would I be the victim. It was time for me to rise, to reclaim what was rightfully mine. The world would tremble at the wrath of Diana, the one who had once stolen, but would now take back everything that was stolen from her. Rex is mine!

I decided I needed to keep ‘us’ separate from the mission; so that’s what I did. ‘Yeah,’ I tell him, ‘that hurt,’ I lift my chin up, ‘that hurt a lot, Kylar.’ ‘Yeah, well you’ve taken that opportunity and you’ve run with it.’ I’m glaring at him then, stubborn chin pushed out as I grind my back teeth together. ‘I’ve run with it?’ I manage. ‘Yeah, you got here and you were united with Josh and you decided that this was a better place to be. You get to come home. You get to take the place of your Sister, you’ll be the Luna.’

“Control. To take over what's mine. He has been keeping the throne warm for me but now I'm back.” “You should have been dead.” I muttered . “Really ?” He laughed. “Rumor had really been spreading fast.” He said. “I'm here to take what's mine now.” “You’re crazy.” Rosa spat. He smiled. “Maybe I am.” Then his expression changed to something darker and colder. “I have been observing everything from the shadows while he became powerful. He wiped me out of history in the process of becoming king.” He said. “And I've come to reclaim everything now. Including you, pretty little one.”

Loud where it needed to be, silent where it mattered most. The estate was mine now—no longer just the land, but the men, the codes, the titles, the allies. Every room that had once been controlled by my uncle was scrubbed clean and reclaimed. Files were reclassified. Traitors exiled. Shadows brought into the light. I had sorted out the things that needed sorting. The council bent to my will without resistance now. My seal was recognized across Dominion territories. I had fully regained power. And yet… he was still missing.

Ethan, now in a safe house under light surveillance, watched the summit teaser on a smuggled burner phone. He laughed once. “Rebirth? Is she God now?” His fixer sat in the corner, silent. “She thinks it’s over,” Ethan muttered. “But the summit will be full of enemies. People we’ve paid. People we’ve planted.” The fixer cleared his throat. “About that…” Ethan looked up. “We’ve lost them.” “What do you mean?”

“So what do we do?” Rowena smiled faintly, the kind of smile that made me remember why I’d trusted her in the first place. “We keep playing the game. We use this little stunt of his to our advantage. Let him think you’re broken, let him think he’s won. Meanwhile, I’ll start pulling more strings on the outside. He still has information we need, weaknesses we haven’t uncovered. And when we do… we won’t just destroy him. We’ll make sure there’s nothing left of him. No legacy, no memory. Just ash.”

My hand reached for the iron handle. "He's coming." The voice was hoarse. Broken. Barely above a whisper. I froze. Turned slowly. The rogue's lips curled into something between a smile and a grimace. "You can't stop him. No one can. He wants what was stolen. What belongs to him by right." "Who?" I crossed back to the chains in two strides, grabbing the rogue's throat. "Who's coming?" "The one who never forgets." Its eyes gleamed with something close to religious fervor. "The one who reclaims what's his."

My expression changes when I realized he is really not kidding around just to tease me “I don't mind being used as a rebound,” he grins, “And since he cheated on you, why won't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” “I— I can't do that,” I stated. I can't just use someone even if they insist. “It's up to you. But if you change your mind, you can give me a call.” he utters and gave me a card with his details and phone number I hesitated, but it feels like my hands have a mind of its own. All I know is his card is already in my hand.

“And I don't like when things that belongs to me gets tampered with” I rIed a brow. “Belongs to you?” I repeated. He leaned forward. “Don't flatter yourself, little wolf,” he snarled. “i don't rescue rather….I reclaim what belongs to me” My breath hitched. “Do you think I saved you, huh?” He scoffed. “Darling…..I sent a hound. I didn't bother showing up” I tried to take a step forward but suddenly, my legs trembled, giving out as I collapsed, landing at his feet.