My Rogue Mate, My Captor
He came back for revenge. Then fate named her his mate.
Four years ago, Ivy MacKenzie, a young werewolf healer, drove a knife through the chest of Varek, the feared Rogue Alpha, and watched him die.
Now Ivy is a respected doctor in Thornwood, engaged to a man she loves and finally living the safe life she fought to build.
Until Varek returns.
The world knows him as Ronan Draven; the powerful heir to the strongest pack in the region. But Ivy knows that voice and the scar her blade left behind. Ronan remembers her too.
His wolf wants its mate. Ronan wants revenge. And when fate binds them together, Ivy discovers that being Ronan’s mate may threaten everything she has built—including the future she promised another man.
Having survived the night that changed her life, Ivy refuses to surrender the life she fought to rebuild.
But the closer Ronan gets, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and desire begins.
And this time, Ivy is about to discover that some ghosts do not return quietly.
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Chapter: 87: Not What I Wanted to HearPOV: IvyHe didn't answer immediately. Then he looked toward the parking lot.“Not here. Get in the car.”“Ronan.”“I'll give you your answer. I'd rather give it where I don't have to share it.”I knew exactly what he was doing. I unlocked the car anyway. I took the driver's seat, he took the passenger's, and the door closing felt far too much like a decision.“You're a beautiful woman.” His mouth tilted. “So yes, Ivy. Even without the mate bond, you'd drive me crazy. I'd just have taken longer to admit it.”My chest ached. “Wow.”I'd spent the entire evening wondering whether he was falling for me the way I was falling for him. And all he could tell me was that I was beautiful. Was that really his answer?I was still deciding whether to tell him how disappointing that answer was when he leaned across the console. His gaze dropped to my mouth.I should have moved away. Instead, I caught his collar and pulled him closer.He made a low sound against my mouth that went straight through me
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: 86: More Than the BondPOV: Ivy I sent the message from the hospital parking structure, sitting in my car with the engine off and my badge still clipped to my coat. *Are you free tonight? Not for the investigation.* I stared at it for a full minute before I let myself send it. Then I put the phone face-down on the passenger seat and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. I'd told Grayson we needed time to think, and he'd let me leave without another argument. Since then, we've exchanged only careful, polite messages. Neither of us had mentioned the lake. I hadn’t decided what I was doing. I only knew I couldn’t spend another night alone with the question he had left me. The reply came before I had finished exhaling. *Yes. Tell me where.* We met at a diner on the east side, the kind with cracked vinyl booths and a pie case nobody ever emptied. It was nearly nine. The only other customers were a trucker and a couple arguing quietly over a shared plate of fries. Ronan was already in the corner boo
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: 85: The Missing SubmissionPOV: DamonThe Records Annex smelled the way it always did on Mondays: floor wax, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of the dehumidifiers that kept the damp out of the stacks. I had been coming here since I was seventeen. My father used to say a man could learn more about the Council from its filing cabinets than from any of its sessions, and for most of my life I had thought he was joking.I signed the visitor ledger, took the stairs to the second floor, and stopped at the index desk with REG-22-0714-3391 written on my palm with a ballpoint.The administrator on duty was a narrow, careful man named Hollis, who had worked this desk for as long as I could remember and treated every request as if it might be a trap. He pulled the number up on the index terminal without comment and turned the screen toward me.“Received and processed, July 2022,” he said. “Family endorsement, custodial. Accepted by the Registry.”“And the original submission?”He clicked, frowned, and clicked again.
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: 84: The Future We PlannedPOV: IvyHis mother pronounced the lemon cake ‘fine’, which meant she loved it. By the time we left her house on Sunday afternoon, she had wrapped four slices in foil for Grayson and pressed a container of leftover stew into his hands. He dare not say no. He would have heard about how she wonders how he survives on takeouts. He carried it to the car like a trophy.“Told you,” he said.“You said two-thirds of the cake goes into the fridge, what she kept back was more than two-thirds.”“She’s getting bolder.”We didn’t go home. We drove to the lake instead, the quiet side where the road ended at a gravel turnout, and spread an old blanket on the grass. The afternoon was warm and slow. He lay on his back with his head against my thigh and told me a long, rambling story about a colleague who had reply-all’d his way into a three-day argument, and I laughed until my ribs hurt. His fingers traced absent circles on my knee. Everything about him was familiar: the freckle by his ear, the way he
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: 83: The Years They TookPOV: RonanI should have answered quickly. A man with nothing to hide would have. Instead I looked at the water and let the silence stretch until the fog had crept another foot up the pilings.“It wasn’t what you’re imagining,” I said.“Tell me what I’m imagining.”“Chains, a cellar. Perhaps something with blood in it.” I shook my head. “It was a good house. That was the worst of it.”She didn’t move. She had her arms folded loosely on the rail, her shoulders turned toward me, and she waited with the same patience I had seen her give a patient who couldn’t find the words to describe where it hurt. I had never been on the receiving end of that patience. It was harder to bear than interrogation.“The rooms were beautiful,” I said. “A bedroom with a window seat. A library someone had stocked with books I’d have chosen myself, which I only understood later meant they’d studied me. Meals at the hours I preferred. Clean clothes in my size. A garden I was allowed to walk in, as far as the he
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: 82: A Gift With IntentionsPOV: RonanShe chose the place herself: a covered footbridge over the river, a mile past the last houses on the east road, where the morning fog sat so thick on the water that the far bank had disappeared. Nobody walked here before eight. It was private without being hidden, and neutral.I arrived early and stood at the rail. I had rehearsed nothing, which was unlike me. For four years I had learned to build every conversation in advance, and none of the versions I might have built for this one would have survived her first look.She came at ten minutes to seven, in running clothes, her hair tied back. I knew her step on the boards before I turned. She stopped a body’s length away. There was no smile, or anger. She kept her hands in her jacket pockets as though she didn’t trust them.“I told Grayson I was going for a run,” she said.“I’m sorry.”“Don’t be sorry for that. That one’s mine.” She drew out a small black box and set it on the rail between us, squarely, the way you place a s
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
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