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Rogue

Author: Tummy
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-04 21:41:18

Jerome lounged in his private quarters, his shirt half undone, the musky scent of wine and lust clinging to the air.

The dim lighting illuminated his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned back in the plush leather chair, a smirking omega perched comfortably on his lap.

Her soft giggles filled the room, her hands tracing over his toned chest as he murmured something that made her laugh harder.

The world outside his walls seemed distant, unimportant.

For Jerome, this moment was just another distraction from the responsibilities that clawed at him daily.

He wasn’t the kind of alpha who basked in the weight of leadership. Instead, he preferred the fleeting pleasures of the flesh, letting others assume he didn’t care.

But beneath the surface, something darker churned—a ruthlessness that emerged only when provoked.

The door burst open without warning, slamming against the wall with a force that made the omega on his lap yelp.

Jerome’s eyes flicked up l
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  • Loving Him With Pain    Kitchen Fight

    Shouts and clattering echoed through the hallway, each noise louder than the last. Katie’s brows knitted in confusion as she and Madam Ellene quickened their pace. The tension thickened with every step, voices overlapping—angry, exasperated, and utterly chaotic. “What in the world…” Katie murmured, glancing at Madam Ellene, whose face was already a mask of irritation. The closer they got, the clearer the words became. “You think you can just boss everyone around, Rihanna?” Irie’s voice pierced through the air, sharp and accusing. “Oh please,” Rihanna shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “If I didn’t take charge, this kitchen would be in flames by now.” Someone gasped. Another voice—a third woman—yelped, “Can you both stop? This isn’t helping!” Katie reached for the kitchen door, instinctively wanting to barge in and stop the madness, but Madam Ellene’s hand shot out, halting her. “Wait,” she said curtly. “I’ll handle this.” Before Katie could protest, Madam Ellene yanked

  • Loving Him With Pain    Hidden

    Jerome had barely taken three steps away when Katie, without thinking, ran forward. Her heart pounded, her legs moving faster than her mind. "It's not what you think, Jerome!" she blurted out, her voice sharper than she intended. Jerome stopped mid-step but didn’t turn immediately. His hands were still in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, as if the whole situation barely affected him. When he finally turned, his face was unreadable—no amusement this time, no teasing smirk. Just blankness. "Katie," he said flatly, "you’re explaining to me like I care." Katie’s breath hitched slightly. "We don’t have any special relationship," Jerome continued, his voice steady, calm, almost indifferent. "So why are you explaining anything to me?" Katie froze. For a second, she had nothing—no words, no comeback. Her mind scrambled to form some kind of response, but all that came out was, "Um… okay. I’m sorry for explaining." Jerome gave her one last look, then turned around and kept walkin

  • Loving Him With Pain    The Fall

    Katie stepped out into the cool night air, inhaling deeply as a soft breeze brushed against her skin. The evening was peaceful, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows over the pavement. She wasn’t exactly thinking about anything—just walking, letting the quiet calm her. Her feet lightly tapped against the floor as she moved, her mind drifting. She sighed, tilting her head up toward the night sky. A few stars peeked through the darkness, but her thoughts felt too distant to focus on them. She kicked a small pebble, watching it roll across the pavement before hearing soft footsteps approaching from behind. A light tap on her shoulder made her turn swiftly. Rohan. She blinked, her breath catching for just a second. He stood there, hands in his pockets, wearing that soft, knowing smile that always made her heart stutter. "Katie," he said, his voice smooth, like a melody she didn’t mind hearing over and over. "Rowan," she murmured, looking up at him. "What’s up? What

  • Loving Him With Pain    Winning Her Trust

    The air in the pack house kitchen was thick with the scent of spices as Katie stirred a pot of stew. Her hands moved on autopilot, but her mind was elsewhere — trapped in the dark thoughts of her recent loss. Her child, the one she never even knew about was gone And the crushing silence that followed had become unbearable. The door creaked open, and Katie’s grip on the spoon tightened when she heard the familiar voice she least wanted to hear. “Well, look at you, hard at work,” Rihanna said, her tone light, almost too sweet. Katie didn’t turn. She focused on the stew, refusing to let Rihanna’s presence throw her off. “What do you want?” Rihanna walked further in, her heels clicking softly against the floor. “Nothing, really. Just checking in.” Katie scoffed, finally glancing over her shoulder. “Checking in? That’s rich, coming from you.” Rihanna smiled faintly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Katie put down the spoon and turned fully to face her. “Yesterday, you m

  • Loving Him With Pain    His Pain

    After Katie had left the room, slamming the door behind her with a finality that echoed through the space, Jerome stood motionless. The sound of her retreating footsteps was like a drumbeat in his chest, each step hammering home the realization of what he had just done. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but the anger he felt wasn’t directed at her—it was at himself. With a heavy sigh, Jerome sank back into the chair behind his desk. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his own words pressed down on him. “What’s wrong with me?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. The silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. He replayed the confrontation in his mind, every bitter word he had thrown at her, the venom in his tone. He hadn’t meant to be so cruel. But the moment Katie had stood before him, her fragile form trembling, her voice firm yet laced with pain, he had felt something

  • Loving Him With Pain    The Center

    Katie had spent the last five days locked in her room, drowning in the weight of her grief. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her with memories of everything she had lost. She had barely eaten, her body weak and frail, but her soul bore the heaviest burden. Tonight, however, thirst drove her to action. Her throat was dry, and the thought of water gave her the courage to leave her self-imposed prison. Her hand trembled as she twisted the doorknob. Slowly, she pushed the door open, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. Her eyes darted nervously from one end of the corridor to the other. She couldn’t bear to see anyone, especially not Jerome. The thought of encountering someone who would pity her or, worse, speak to her, made her heart pound with anxiety. When she was certain the coast was clear, she stepped out, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. She reached the kitchen, pausing at the door to listen. It seemed quiet, and relief

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