All Chapters of ROYALS OF RIDGEWOOD: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

STORMA noise wakes me up.I detangle from the limbs and arms holding me as I groggily stumble out of bed. The boys groan when I slip away but they don’t wake up.I don’t know what it is, but I go downstairs as the chatter grows louder and louder. It is coming from outside.It's 7 am on a Saturday, which means we all slept in after the party yesterday.I open the door to be met with a crowd of unfamiliar faces, all in my driveway.What the fuck?When they hear me, they all turn to look at me and they … smile. And then start to clap and cheer on.I have never been confused as I am now ever in my life. I step outside, confused, as I look at all of them. They part a path for me as I walk slowly in the crowd and they cheer on clapping and seeming happy. I can't help but smile as well even though I barely know what's going on.And then a figure emerges from the crowd.Magdalene.“I told them not to come to you but they wanted to see the queen, who saved them,” she pulls me in for a hug and

STORM Pack meetings, talking, and getting to know my people have been the highlights of my days I feel like a different person. Here I am, talking about finding ways to bring some of the members to Ridgewood and put their roots here as we restore the homes that were destroyed. I feel grown and most of all, I feel responsible. Magdaline, as she insists I call her, has been with me all this time. The boys have bought a home that is so grand I thought I was dreaming when they first took me there. “It's all yours, and if you will have us, we would love to live with you,” Cole had told e as I stood in front of the gates. The mansion is secluded, tall trees hide most of it from the outside eye and the black gates opened as I took step in. Some vines were up tangling with the trees some extended close to the balconies. Glass walls and high walls, it is my dream house. When I got to see the whole of it, I realized just how huge the place is. The back extends to a man-made forest that l

STORMThe first thing when I open my eyes is if my baby is okay.I don’t know where I am and how long I have been knocked off but my head is in pain. I am on a cold floor, the room has a small window high on the wall, with rails to prevent anything from getting in or out. I wince when I move, the pain in my head biting.I touch my forehead and my fingertips coat with blood. Probably from when that bitch knocked me off with her boots.I wrap my arm around my stomach as I stand up, feeling a little dizzy but I steady myself. Seeing a metallic door by the end of the room, I try it only to find it locked.I wasn’t expecting to be so lucky but I had to try.“fuck!”This is what I get for trying to make a goddamn friend? And where the fuck are they anyway?“Hey! I am awake you assholes come and get me!” I bang on the door as hard as I can and the actions grow more aggressive.I want to tear the door open but it's not carving under my strength. I kick and scratch and push but it doesn't budg

STORMI have never felt so determined to make someone feel pain like I just did before.And just as I am holding the head, giddy even to show it to Lana, I hear the front door being kicked in and someone gets in.My boys get in. They are here.“storm?” Kyle shouts and I run towards him, as I clutch to the hairs of my head in my hand.“Kyle!” I am feeling so emotional that I don’t even have to think twice before I am jumping onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist, the head rolling down on the floor.And then a scream tears through the whole house.It's Lana and she is screaming bloody murder. I recognize that scream, it's full of pain and shock. It is justified, she just saw her lover's head, without the body.I stand up and Dean scoops me in his arms as well, Landon walks over to Lana to shut her up and Cole is kissing my forehead, checking if I am okay.“you are bleeding,” his mouth is intense and he is bloody. They are all bloody. looks like I am not the only one who has been s

STORMA huge bonfire is crackling, wolves circling, there is loud cheering, people talking and the stars are twinkling in the sky, a chilly breeze sweeping through the clearing we are all in.Tonight, the boys who took me and threatened to kill me if they didn’t get away with my boys are being executed. Ots public, and very much out there to send a message no one will ever miss.I am seated in the middle of my boys, two of them on each side of me. I am looking forward, not looking at anyone or anything because as much as I enjoy a good killing, a trial like this is something I have never attended.And I don’t think I like it that much, but I am here for my boys, they need to know I support them in all the decisions they make.The dislike comes when you think that you can easily be the one on the other end of things, especially me, I know if those were held in my account, I could have died a long time ago. I am a retired girl with a mission, a mission that ended with the largest plot t