The rogue heir’s redemption

BANG BANG BANGThe deafening sound of pounding on the door echoed through the dimly lit room, shattering the silence of the night. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of the harsh knocks. Fear chewed at me, threatening to consume me in its suffocating grip."Open this fucking door before I smash it into pieces! I know you're in there; I can sense your fear, little one, so open up!" The voice outside was loud and cold, sending shivers down my spine. I curled in the corner, clutching the worn-out teddy bear to my chest, trying to hide from the terror on the other side."No! Go away," I managed to whisper, my voice shaking with fear. Tears streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall , mingling with the sweat on my brow."I'm going to count to three, if you don't open up, I am going to break it open," the voice threatened, the agitation in its tone growing obvious."ONE..... TWO..." My breath jerked , and the room began to suffocate me, like the walls were closing in on me. I co

I slipped into a black dress that flowed gracefully around my form. As I fastened the intricate silver necklace my mother had given me before she passed away, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had been taken from me, and now it was my duty to seek justice for her, no matter the cost. My eyes fell on the old leather jacket hanging on the back of my bedroom door, a cherished memento of my father. It still carried his scent, a faint reminder of the warmth and protection he had always provided. Tonight, I needed that strength, that connection to him, as I delved into the unknown. The jacket, though slightly oversized, wrapped around me like a shield, and it I knew my father's spirit would be with me as I navigated the shadows of the past.Making my way downstairs, I found Marcus waiting for me at the entrance. He wore a crisp shirt and dark pants, his expression serious. Together, we stepped outside and joined the pack as they made their way to the bonfire site.The bonfire was a m

Aria’s POV The walk back to the omega’s cottage was surprisingly short. I took a deep breath as the door to the cottage came into view.Twisting the knob, surprisingly the door wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open, and its creaking sound pierced the silence. The dim candlelit room showed the omega seated in an old rocking chair, her eyes closed while her back was leaned into an old wooden rocking chair. As the smell of apricot and cinnamon invaded my senses. Something about it reminded me of my home before the pack-house.“I thought we were done talking?” she said.She must have thought I was Simon so I didn’t reply to her. Her eyes snapped open after a few seconds later.“Aria? Is that you?” she said, squinting her eyes as if she couldn’t see me. I froze for a second, and her recognition caught me by surprise. The last time she saw me was when I was a pup. The scent suppressant hadn’t worn off yet, and I didn’t think she would be able to recognize my scent even if it hadn't.“You m

Aria’s POV Torture isn’t as bad as people say it is. Torturing others is said to be a bad thing, but after seeing Bertha, I’ll have to disagree.Growing up, my mother told me stories of violence and how bad people always end up with an awful end. My parents taught me to always resolve issues in a calm and responsible way no matter the circumstance.However, they forgot to tell me how good and easy it was. Seeing Bertha in pain; all her screams and whimpers felt like a sweet melody that I wanted to last forever.Despite the fact that there is a chance of her being innocent in my parents' death, it didn’t stop how seeing her roll around in pain was pleasing.If it turns out she had a hand in their death, I shall come back to this little cottage and make her scream her lungs out until she doesn’t have to anymore. I promise to be her angel of death in a dark cloak.I shall be the end of Bertha.Before all that, I must get Simon and his friends. Every single one of them must pay - with bl

Aria’s pov I was on old creaking stairs when I woke up.My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately assaulted by a searing pain in my head. It felt as if a hundred jackhammers were pounding in unison behind my eyes. I winced and tried to shield myself from the harsh morning light that streamed through a gap in the heavy curtains. The room around me was unfamiliar, a dark-themed, masculine chamber with soft brown silk sheets.I tried remembering how I got here, but my memory was blank.The pain in my head was maybe messing with my memories.I tried again,The only thing I could remember were pieces of what happened. Simon, the patrol wolves, me fainting.And the alpha! I need to get out of here. Possibilities of Simon ratting me out made me panic.I jumped out of the silk sheets I was in. I need to find Simon and get the hell out of here.I cursed myself for acting on instinct. I should’ve strategized.I can’t stay here.I was met with a strange hallway when I opened the door. There