All Chapters of THE ROYALLY SCREWED ROGUE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sound. That constant sound that came with each wood he chopped into half. It was therapy I did not know I needed. The cool wind, I was thankful for it because I felt it took away some of the bad odour I carried. My skin was itching. I knew it was mostly in my head but I saw the torture of not being allowed to shower. I felt so dirty and disgusting. I did not even want to know what I looked like, just dirt stuck on my skin and I accepted the disgust. I sat on my shins, my eyes trailed on Alpha Logan as he chopped the wood he had hauled out from the shed behind the pack house. There was so much wood and I wanted to see how far he would go. He seemed a bit relaxed. After the massacre he had done in the early hours of the morning, he took a shower, cleaned his room then we left the house to where we were at that point. The wind blew my hair. It felt greasy and claggy. I stared down, using a thin twig to clean my nails, the only thing I could clean. Footstep approached, pulling my

If I ever chose a day to wallow in my sorrows it would be that day. If I ever chose a way for my demons to drown me, it would be in that way. My eyes were sore even before I opened them. My heart seemed to be pounding from them, not wanting to open so I did not. I had never been so warm in my life. No blanket could ever compare. I felt safe in a way I could not describe. I had found shelter and I did not want to step out. Alpha Logan’s heart pound right on my face. It was normal for pure werewolves but for me, as a hybrid, it was fast. I listened to it’s drum and whizzed away in a serenade. I was engulfed in him. His arms held so tightly I never wanted anything else. I held tighter to him and fought the tears from spilling because I had never experienced anything like it. I hadn’t realized how scared and how torn I was until lying there in his arms. His warm breath fell on my hair. His scent healed as I breathed it in. It was all maddening. His breath changed and his heart sped u

Rays peaked in from every little space available in the thick dark forest. It was just rare shots of orange here and there. I was seated up, such fascination before me. We passed through one of the larger beams from the sun and that little dose of its heat was amazing. I turned to stare back at it only for us to jump into a clearing. My head turned forward, a gasp pulling from me. I could not help but impatiently tap on Logan’s wolf over and over again. He shook his head but I continued tapping. “Logan, look. The sun.” I pointed as if he could see me. The excitement had me sound like a child. I had never seen the sun so beautiful. It was about to sink over the large white mountains. The sky was colored all thick shades of orange and it was breathtaking. Logan stopped and turned, staring at the amazing sight. I sighed, content. He sat and just watched with my smile finally breaking through. Instead of looking ahead I found myself staring at him. My hand went to the top of his head

Logan I dreamt of the moment a million times but it did not feel the same. I held her tighter as my body shook with my mind in absolute chaos. What did I do? The question kept coming over and over again. I was used to the chaos, to the anger but this….I could not bear the feelings that coursed through my body. “I am sorry.” The words escaped my lips, digging Flavia into me with my arms as she held me just as tight. “It’s okay Logan.” She assured and panicked even harder without even knowing what I was apologizing for. Had she seen the mark? Had she smelt me on Adira? My stomach was in coils, hating myself deeper than before. “I am sorry. It doesn’t mean anything. I made a mistake.” One after another the words trickled out until Flavia placed her hands on my chest and pushed back. I wanted to hold her much longer but she pushed harder. Her strength shocked me. I stepped back, my head hanging in absolute shame. I had betrayed her. “What happened Logan?” The word came out sha

Flavia was nursing the child and Logan couldn’t take his eyes off her. Such deep longing spoke to me because if my eyes weren’t on him, they were on her too. The tension and awkwardness that hung could suffocate a person. I sat on Logan’s left. It seemed I did not exist, him completely absorbed in his true mate. Dante plated for his mate then himself. He had four plates before him which were over pouring with food. The dragons came flying down and I realized why such large portions of food. The vampire king fed them and it felt like we were interrupting a special family moment. I felt like an intruder. The air sparked with an emotion I could not decipher but it made the hole in my chest larger. My head turned to Logan but he was gone. My appetite was down the drain yet I put a few items on my plate with Logan’s plate left empty. I did not know if to plate for him. It would be awkward when the couple ate and our plates stayed clean. I decided to take his empty plate, pushing mine to