Rouge Mate Of The Alpha King

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Chapter 2: Running To A New Fate. Morana’s point of view “You bastard should rot in hell!” I yelled with my voice filled with pain, removing the knife and about to stab him somewhere else when he halted my action, his hand holding the knife and stopping it hanging in the air before it could stab his heart like I wanted.That moment was when I realized how deep in trouble I had placed myself. I should have thought this through before acting out impulsively. “What did I ever do to you Boden? Why are you always doing this to me.” I cried out to him in pure pain not realizing I had addressed him by his name without the title, the injury I caused him already healing up so quickly it was as if they never were invented.Before I could phantom the situation he grabbed me by my shoulder pulling me inside and in a swift I was pinned against the wall at the entry side, gripping the hand where I held the knife and twisting it hard. I moaned out in a voiceless tone at the pain while the knife f

Chapter 4: My Strange Scary Mate. Morana’s point of view I sat still awaiting anything from the guards that went to deliver my message to my new mate. He isn’t back yet and it has been up to ten minutes he went away from here.A new guard have taken over of course and I wonder what I am in here, a prisoner or what exactly? All I know is I found my second chance mate and he gave me signs that he doesn’t want me before I passed out in his Arms. Emphasis on the arms, then woke up to find myself in this cell. I’m definitely a prisoner, but I just was never treated like one, a special treatment was actually given to me. I have my own soft mattress and a blanket to keep myself warm whenever the dawn’s frostiness hits.I don’t know which werewolf Pack holds me? Or anything about my mate at all. I’m just in here, kept locked in for the past three weeks now according to the friend I have made. After awhile, I lost track of time. Killian was the only one nice to me since I got here, the r

Chapter 6: Morana’s point of view Her words chanted repeatedly in my brain, not everything and just the last part. If I heard her correctly, she called my mate her mate and that wasn’t only plain surprising, that was the most absurd thing.Aside her calling me a traitor when I have no past or connection with this place. What in the wereworld does she mean by that?“What are you talking about?” My brows furrowed starring at her in primal confusion and failing to decipher her words through her expression. “You heard me correctly and I won’t repeat myself to someone like you. I don’t know why Kale took you in, but I’m warning you to stay away from him.” She seethed with her index pointed at my face threateningly. His name must be Kale and her calling him by his name means there’s really a relationship going on between them. “Stay away? Why? I don’t understand anything you’re saying right now.” My head nod to the sides, displaying my confusion to all she’s saying right now and not th

Chapter 8: To Pay For The Past. Morana’s point of viewI had honestly expected him to agree, to comply and do by my words. Instead, he halted on his path, his movement becoming still. My statement appearing to get to him, silence drifting between us afterwards with me expecting his voice to modify a response. His head bent in a swift move, returning back to a straight pose. “You need to heal yourself, follow me back to healer’s house.” His calm tone filed the response, resuming his action of picking back his shirt to bear it on his body.I got up from the floor where I was, remnants of pain rolling off my system. The attack has never being this heavy, I was unable to breathe and it felt as though a needle was repeatedly stabbing my chest. Everything felt heated, my skin was on fire, my insides were burning up. Today’s trauma attack was like I have never seen. Albeit, he helped with getting rid of it, the thought still lingers that he triggered it, was the cause of me almost dying