Wrath Of The Righteous Romance Novels & Stories

Chapter 23 – The Edge of Ruin The monstrous rogue slammed forward, its sheer weight shaking the frozen ground. Aria darted to meet it, sword gleaming in her trembling grip. Serena surged inside her veins, lending her reflexes faster than thought, but even with the wolf’s strength the impact rattled through her bones. Steel clashed against claw. The shock knocked her stumbling back, boots slipping across blood-slick snow. Kieran was already there, his own blade biting deep into the beast’s flank. It barely slowed. The thing’s snarling face swung toward Aria again, as though it knew who it had come for.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

This dark romance had reached its peak—a union of vengeance and love, where the true victor was the one who could bear the weight of their own sins. “I am yours, Leonard,” Dante whispered into the night wind. “And you are mine… in this beautiful hell.”

At least that's the excuse I cling to, pretending it's more than lust urging me to say yes. Katya takes three deliberate steps into the room. Her heels click against the floor in a steady rhythm of defiance. She doesn't sit, curtsy, or offer a greeting. Instead, she looks straight at me, green eyes blazing, and says, "I'm going to make your life hell." Her words hit like gunfire, and I do something I haven't done in a very long time. I laugh. Not because I doubt her, but because I believe every word. She has fire in her, and I relish it. I turn my gaze to Oleg and Viktor.

Her blood had been simmering for this moment since the truth of his betrayal came to light. His eyes flared red with a sudden, wild fury. "You treacherous little bitch!" He lunged forward, raising his silver-cuffed hands to strike at her through the bars. Willow instinctively recoiled, but before he could touch her, a massive fist connected with his jaw—the very spot Willow had just hit—sending the traitor sprawling to the stone floor. "If you value the breath in your lungs, keep your filth away from her!" Roman roared, stepping in front of Willow, his Alpha aura filling the room until the air felt heavy and charged with ozone. His eyes were blazing gold, his posture rigid with the promise o

And I was dripping all over his fingers, curling slowly. Ecstasy built torturously inside of me while my walls fluttered around him. It was dark romance coded with every touch—possession, pain, passion. He added another finger, pumping my cunt lazily, thumb rubbing my clit. The pleasure nearly blinded me. "Deny it all you want, sister. But your pussy weeps for your stepbrother." He was grounding his huge hardness against my thigh. His cock was thick and ready, promising more. "I'll fuck you right here, fill you deep like before, and make you scream my name."

Before I could finish, Roman slapped with the back of his hand, sending me straight to the ground, grabbing my cheek that's burning red from the contact of Roman's fury. I look up at him, and I see the anger in his eyes and his nostril flaring. I knew I f****d up and regretted opening my mouth soon as his hand came around my neck in a death grip, and I began squirming and gasping for air while he held up and watched me struggle "You ungrateful b**ch!!! Refuse my offer again so I can kill you right here and right now!" His eyes were black orbs, letting me know his wolf Arric was front and center. Tears began to fall freely from my eyes as I felt defeated and helpless.

“The divorce papers are on Alpha Silverclaw's desks by now.” His shoulders eased. “About time you shed that name,” Lucian rumbled. “You're Blackwood again now—and don't forget it, little wolf.” He pressed his lips to my brow, inspecting my sunken cheeks and puffy eyes with a gentleness I hadn't known I was starving for. “Darius Silverclaw never deserved you.the Sliver Pack never did. Every wolf in Blackwood Pack knew it.” I barked a laugh—brittle, shaky, but real. “You were right. My arm still aches sometimes. Scar tissue's harder to heal than a broken heart.”

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

A love that manifests all growth, a love that conquered every foreign emotion and a love that will not quiver, in time, in pain and in hard experiences in life. Ethan and I, we started in a rough path. There is too much events that made us feel the wrath to each other. We loathed each other to the point that we made mistakes but those mistakes brought us together. The wrath that we felt leaves us scars but more importantly, it leaves an important lesson. Above all, love can conquer. Wrath will fade. Sufferings will end. Fairy tale do come real. Happy ending is for everyone. Wrath… it makes us do things. But with Ethan Velasquez, my husband and the love of my life, I am willing to experience