Vagabond Chapter 328 Novels & Stories

The alpha never stopped reminding me that I needed to get it done—and be back in time for the beta ascension ceremony. I got a bit of a reprieve when I heard Casen and Corinda were mates. Bought me two extra days. Finally, we found the last rogue—hiding out in an abandoned farmhouse about fifty miles north. The bastard was nearly feral with fear when we cornered him, but I made sure he felt every fucking thing he put that family through before I finished him. By the end, there wasn’t much left of him. We burned the barn anyway. We were making good time getting back—until the fucking tire blew.

“My aunt and uncle are an odd couple. You’ll get used to it. They aren’t arguing, but in fact, flirting.” “But they’re old and mated.” Ivory didn’t think before she said that. John Ran’s father heard her and couldn’t help but snort with laughter. “Seriously, girl, if you think that stops a mated pair, then you’re in for a big surprise.” “Then once that is done, we can make our way to the Vagas Moon Pack territory and make some progress there. Do we know what is happening to those in the local police department?” Magnus tried valiantly to get the conversation back on track.

chapter 45 “Rain” POV Theo We get to Blind Bay and just finish filling up our tank. When 30 rogues ambush us out of nowhere. I tell Ayesha to hide somewhere safe and to trust her dragon judgment. Then, I start by taking out the biggest rogue. One of them tries to steal my car. Jim waltzes over and yanks him out the car window and breaks his arms and legs. I have three come up from behind and hit me with a crowbar twice. I managed to get the crowbar from them and knock them out cold. However, now I have a splitting headache. I look around, and the last few rogues have wonder off. I grab one of the rogues that is still conscious.

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But Anastasia lies down, rolling her back towards me, signaling the end of our conversation. With a whispered "thank you," I turn away, leaving the cottage behind with a sense of relief and hope. It’s nice to know that it isn't impossible to make Anastasia fall for me, to make her forget about Hugh. And as I walk away, my heart dares to believe again that maybe, just maybe, we can find happiness together after all. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp, the air takes on a chill that whispers of the approaching night. Connie and the others with around fifty rogues return, their faces weary but determined as they make their way through the bustling camp.

Cherished. Loved. The island was our sanctuary. But we all knew the real world was still out there. Waiting. And sooner or later, it would come for us again. For now, though, there was only salt air, warm skin, and the steady rhythm of three hearts beating as one. **To be continued…** --- This chapter is longer and more detailed, with extended steamy scenes and emotional depth. Let me know if you'd like Chapter 31 or any changes! 🖤

Now we live. Not just for ourselves — but for every voice that never got the chance. This isn’t the end. This is flight. — H. Absolutely! Here’s the final continuation of Chapter 122 of The Bully Who Fell First — a beautiful closing that brings love, legacy, and lifelong friendship full circle. Chapter 122 (Finale – Part 2): Vows and Tomorrows Scene – A Garden Wedding in Lagos, Two Years Later The garden was a dream — white roses climbing along gold arches, silk drapes billowing in the warm afternoon breeze. A live string quartet played softly, and guests filled the rows in soft pastel tones.

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.

He looked relaxed now, laughing at something one of them had said. Anita nudged my shoulder. I sighed. “Fine. I’ll come. Don’t make me regret it.” Her eyes lit up. “I make no promises.” Maybe I really did need Ruin Island. Maybe I needed to leave the pack, my work, and the memories that kept circling back to the same man. I listened to my y'all, and here we are—Book Three! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this next chapter of the story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Thank you for coming along for the journey! 🥰

Everything is set now; now it’s time to face my reality. We all walk down the woods. It’s been two weeks, and these two weeks we told the pack our goodbyes, explaining to them we were all leaving and handling them over to Jasper. We gave the elite warriors a proper goodbye, threw a ball, and invited other alphas. Now, my family and I head to the woods together. We are heading to Atena, the land of the gods and immortals. “I can’t believe how our lives are all about to change,” Duncan said.