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44 - A Choice
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The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 46 - When I Tell You To
Her skin was cool, yes, but beneath it, I could feel the heat, the frantic pulse. My touch lingered, my thumb stroking the soft skin. Her eyes, when she finally lifted them to mine, were wide, dark, and filled with a confusing mix of fear and. awareness. That familiar, unwanted, yet undeniable spark. “Austin....” she whispered, her voice a breathy invitation and a warning all in one. “The night is long, Freckles,” I said, my voice dropping, becoming rougher. “And the waiting... the waiting can be the hardest part.” My gaze dropped to her lips, slightly parted, inviting. “Perhaps we need a distraction.” Her breath hitched. She knew what I meant. The air between us crackled, the unspoken desires, the raw, animalistic need, amplified by the looming danger. This wasn’t about love, or tenderness. This was about survival. About staving off the darkness, if only for a little while. About a desperate, almost violent affirmation of life before we stepped into the shadow of death. “A distr
The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 45 - Possessiveness
“When do we move?” she asked “Tonight. Under cover of darkness. We’ll approach the falls from the south ridge. It’s treacherous, but less likely to be heavily patrolled.” I paused. “Are you ready for this Selena? Truly ready? Once we step onto pack land, there’s no turning back. It’s kill or be killed.” “I told youAustin,” she said, her voice low and steady, her eyes like chips of amber in the dim light. “I was born for this.” Her certainty, her unwavering focus… it was a strange comfort. She wasn’t just a weapon I’d forged. She was...a partner in this. A very dangerous, very capable partner. And my mate. The thought still jarred, even after all this time. But the possessiveness that came with it, the primal urge to protect her, to claim her, it was undeniable. Especially now, on the brink of war. Especially now when I was about to take my rightful place as the alpha. The day passed in a tense, simmering silence. We checked our gear, ate sparingly, conserved our energy. I sp
The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 44 - A Choice
AUSTIN_____The air changed the closer we got. Thicker. Heavier. It stank of old memories and fresh fear. My pack lands. Or what used to be my pack lands, before Vorlag, that bastard, and then my equally charming brother Henry, had turned it into their personal cage. Years I’d stayed away, building my own empire, burying the wolf that howled for retribution. Now, here I was, on the goddamn precipiceSelena was quiet beside me in the pre dawn gloom of our makeshift camp. Too quiet. I could feel her tension through the bond, a thrumming wire of anxiety and anticipation that mirrored my own, though mine was buried deeper, colder. She was looking towards the Whisperwind Peaks, her honey brown eyes narrowed, probably seeing ghosts. We all had them here.“Can you smell it Freckles?” I asked, my voice a low rasp. I was cleaning my SIG, the familiar ritual a small comfort in the disquiet of my own mind.She nodded, her gaze not leaving the distant, dark silhouette of the mountains. “Fear
The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 43 - A Survivor
As we drew closer to the Whisperwind Peaks, the air grew colder, the forests denser. This was pack territory. My old home. And The place of my nightmares. The tension in the car became almost unbearable. My wolf was on high alert, every nerve ending tingling. I could smell the familiar scents of the forest, the river, the faint, distant tang of werewolf. Austin pulled the Rover off the main track, onto a barely visible trail that wound deep into the woods, the same one he’d used the night he’d saved me. He drove without lights, navigating the treacherous terrain with an uncanny skill. “We’re close,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble. He cut the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the distant howl of a lone wolf. Not one of ours. A wild one. “The Sunken Veil Falls are another two hours on foot from here,” he continued, his eyes scanning the darkness. “We’ll make camp for a few hours, rest. Approach the pack lands under
The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 42 - The Journey
His gentleness, it was a strange thing. It wasn’t in grand gestures or soft words. It was in the way he looked at me sometimes, like he saw something more than just a weapon or an unwanted mate. It was in the way he’d started asking, not just commanding. In the way he’d occasionally let a conversation drift beyond training or strategy, into something almost like shared understanding. He was still Austin Kaelen, ruthless and manipulative. But with me, only with me, there was a subtle easing of his iron control, a crack in his armor. It was unsettling, and yet.... it drew me in, even as I reminded myself of the monster he was, the monster he was making me. The journey itself was a blur of motion and simmering tension. We took the black Land Rover again, the one that had carried me away from the river that was supposed to be my grave. Austin drove, his focus absolute, his hands sure on the wheel. I sat beside him, watching the familiar landscape of Havenwood Creek give way to
The Rogue's Reluctant Mate 41 - A Year
SELENA_____A year.Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days of being unmade and remade in Austin Kaelen’s image.Or maybe, just stripped bare to the monster that had always lurked beneath my Omega skin. The girl who’d been dragged to the Grayling River, weighted with stones, was a ghost. A faint, pathetic whisper in the past. I didn’t mourn her. She’d been too weak to save our parents. Too weak to survive..I stood in the center of Austin’s private training field, the early morning mist curling around my ankles. My breathing was even, controlled, despite the rigorous katas I’d just completed with the twin fighting knives he’d given me. They felt like extensions of my own hands now, cold, sharp, and deadly. My body was a weapon— honed, conditioned, responsive. My mind? Sharper still. Colder. Rachel’s lessons in human chatter and Miss Albright’s academic drills had layered a veneer of civility over the core of ruthless pragmatism Austin had cultivated. I could smile, ma
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