The Retreat Sarah Pearse Novels & Stories

She yelled, her nails digging into her head to slow the anger burning in her head. “They can escape a fire.” Sarah said smartly, peeking to make sure they were not followed, before she pulled a big painting back to reveal a hidden passage. Getting the plans to the building had not been easy, she had come here a few days ago to scope things out, make sure everything was fine, and their plan would go well. Tami had not been of help. The stupid brat. It didn’t matter to Sarah. Nothing mattered more than seeing all of them pay for how she was treated.

She refused to be consumed by regret and instead focused on forging a path forward. With unwavering resolve, Sarah made the bold decision to leave behind her old life completely. She resigned from her job, sold her belongings, and relocated to a new city far from the prying eyes of her past. It was a deliberate choice to obscure her trail, ensuring that no one could trace her back to her previous life. The anonymity of a nondescript town appealed to her, offering a sense of safety and security away from the turmoil of her recent experiences.

“Something is not right,” Carson said. “Why are they retreating?” an alpha asked. “Could it be a diversion?” Alex suddenly asks and looks at Patrick. “That jerk attacked us continuously for three days, why retreat now?” and saying that Patrick looks around. “Where is Sarah?” and he becomes pale. “I left her alone, in her tent…” and Carson stops. “Shit, if I am here, you are here and Alex is here…who is with her?” and they turn around and start to run to her tent.

All she could do was look around everyone's faces, with a puzzled look I read as 'how did the tables turn' And Sarah who couldn’t handle the attention, left the meeting humiliated, almost like she ran out—no loud scene, just the cold weight of facts. Retribution didn’t need theatrics. Surgical, clean, final. I watched her go with a small, private satisfaction. That would be my final act at Gigs—a tidy, public reminder of who she really was.

Sarah Vance stared at Julian Thorne with icy eyes. She took a strategic step back, her lips parting to deliver a ruthless command: "Get him!" At her word, two hulking bodyguards—fists the size of sandbags—charged forward. They were fueled by a need for vengeance, determined to crush the man who had just humiliated their comrades. Ten seconds later, the hallway was filled with wailing. Julian stood unscathed, casually dusting off his sleeves before his long legs closed the distance toward Sarah. Sensing the shift in power, Sarah turned and bolted. A true "hero" knows when to retreat, and she was a firm believer in self-preservation.

Mary asked in a worried tone and exactly at the same time she stopped the car. Sarah looked out of the car to see that they reached their destination. Mr King's mansion. She looked back at Mary while freeing herself from the seatbelt and taking necessary things. "Well too late now to think about it. What I said was already done and we already reached here. So, I don't have any options other than facing it. Don't worry about me. Drive back safely and deal with the payments of the workers. See you later." Sarah said and opened the side of the car. She got down, taking her camera with her which she brought to take photos of the place to plan the decoration. She gave Mary one last look before wa

Every step that I took away from that office felt heavier, Melissa clawing inside me. As I reached the corridor, I glanced back one last time. Through the crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of Alpha Williams speaking quietly to Justin, their expressions grave. But Sarah… She was out there now. Running to Lucas and Thomas. I wondered what their next move would be. ÷÷÷|÷÷÷÷ SARAH The moment I left the packhouse, I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a single text. "Meet me. Now. Same place."

Sarah nodded in agreement. But Millie never expected that Sarah would tell Piercy everything. "That bitch wanted me to bring some sedatives to knock you out and take that opportunity to escape. You hired me, so how could I ever betray you?" Sarah fluttered her lashes as she explained things to Piercy. "So obviously, I refused. "Oh Mr. Atkinson, how did I do?" "You did well," Piercy lazily replied to Sarah. Sarah was secretly pleased. After all, she already knew her own position. Even if Millie left, she would never stand a chance anyhow.

Then I stood up, and Kian stood up, and we stepped back and let them work. Sarah found me ten minutes later near the edge of the clearing. She looked exhausted in the specific way of someone who has been holding things together for other people for hours and has not yet allowed themselves to stop. "The children are settled," she said. "Anders's elders are with the wounded. Elara wants to talk to you about the territory question when you're ready." "Not yet," I said. Sarah nodded. She stayed beside me instead of leaving. After a moment she said, "Something happened to me during the last surge."

Freddy, shaking his head, replied, "Miss Curtis, this isn't the first time you've stretched the truth. I can't take your word for it." Only when Marvin was with Sarah did he act as tame as a sheep. Yet, under that calm demeanor, he was as sly and vicious as a wolf. Sarah had purchased a house in Parasti, making it super convenient for Renee and her to live in their own space. Over the next few days, they ended up going to a show almost every day. One day, as they settled into their seats, Sarah tugged on Renee’s sleeve, silently indicating for her to look over.