All Chapters of ROYALS OF RIDGEWOOD: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

STORM “you have it all so wrong,” I start but he presses closer. “for someone hellbent on lying tonight, you are not so good at it.” “she wasn’t my anything!” he is being delusional. “I saw how she looked at you, how she desired you. I could scent her desire for you,” his nose flares in disgust and he bares his fangs at me and it finally clicks in place. He is very jealous of Viola and if what he is saying is somewhat true, that would be weird because Viola has nothing but hate for me. the feeling being mutual ofcourse. “then why are you all over my case when I clearly wasn’t aware of it?” I shout at him pushing him away but he doesn’t budge an inch. “because I saw how you both tried to act like it never happened, like your past was something we weren’t supposed to know. It disturbed my wolf, I didn't like it.” “I don't have the energy to deal with your jealousy right now,” I push him hard and manage to escape his reach. “you are insane! Other than ask me calmly you are here a

LANDON I can still remember the first time I saw her. I thought she had sad eyes and a mystery to her that I didn’t want to dive deep into because I would be lost in those sparkling blue eyes. I drink her in as she sits in front of me. As we sit in the tub, her eyes onto mine. She still has a mystery around her, and there is this foreboding look that is settled in her eyes. There is sadness too. I have watched her for a long time, and been with her for far too long to know when she is comfortable, happy, tired, sad, or unsettled. Right now, she is uncertain. She seems like she is battling something inside of her that she fears will consume her. Her internal battle seems to rival mine as I continue to let my memory filter in what I thought at first was my imagination, but as days have gone by, I realize they aren’t imaginations. I can now remember the time when I was with her at the beach when I was stuck in my wolf form. I can remember the conversations she had with me as I lay

STORM The woman in front of me was eliciting different emotions in me. She is repulsed by me and I have to guess it's because of what she is looking at. Me, his grandson, and three other boys. Lips swollen, eyes bright like a person who has just got an orgasm three minutes ago before we pulled up, and wild hair. “I don't like you.” nice going storm, now the person who you would have made good with despises you at first sight. The boys all tense beside me and I have to practice my breathing techniques to be able to plaster a fake smile on my face because despite what my brain is telling me, I am hurt. “if she is not welcome, so aren’t we.” Cole is the perfect mate as he takes my hand and squeezes it in encouragement and that just makes me want to bawl my eyes right here on this goddamn porch. The woman lives well, in a fairly well-managed townhouse. I wonder how she manages to live in a town when she is a werewolf but I can't make myself care about her welfare. “I am not saying

STORM I am re-enacting Isabella and her werewolf protectors. If she was looking for ways to scare me off it is working so damn well. Because if there was something I wouldn’t put on myself is generational purpose. I don’t want it, I don't believe in it and I am not about to be brainwashed into something that could be ruled as a total coincidence. This isn’t the type of movie in which the girl simply accepts her fate without thinking. I am thinking and I say no. “yeah, I don’t know what you want me to tell you but I can tell you one thing I am not.. and it's Isabella's reincarnation,” I shake my head looking at her like she has grown two heads in the last minutes we have been talking. “of course, you aren’t,” she laughs and I just stare at her. “you aren’t, the only thing you have is the curse on you.” It keeps getting better and better, isn’t it? “I don't feel so cursed at the moment,” I shrug. “so how are the mates that they were partnered with?” “What?” I am lost. “Before y

STORM To say that I feel like I am drowning is an understatement. “I am going to catch fresh air,” I push past the boys as I walk outside, taking my coat as I go. Cole grabs my arm to stop me and I turn to look at him. “What happened?” he asks me and his eyes search my face and I just shake my head. He is not going to find anything if he is looking to see what I am thinking. “Nothing I just need to think a little bit,” I sigh, as I wear my coat. “I will come with it,” he starts to wear the coat he had removed a minute ago when they came in but I stop him. “no, you need to hear what your grandmother told me, and I need to be alone right now.” If she is going to tell them all that she has told them, I don’t need to sit down and rehash it all over. I know she is going to tell them I am also a flight risk so, I don't need to sit and take part in seeing the boys’ faces of betrayal. He doesn’t stop me when I pull away and open the door. None of them does, and I exhale once I am out