All Chapters of The Rogue Kings II: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

*** Silas’ POV *** I sifted through the pages that Sam sent me. The problem was blatantly clear. None of these documents made sense to me. On top of that, there were hundreds of pages. Pages which looked like someone had just slammed their hands on the keyboard. Walls of words with no regard for formatting. Referencing other pages that were just a wall of words.Rubbing my temples, I mind linked Sam. ‘Sam, are you busy?’‘A bit, Alpha. Did you need something?’‘I’m having some issues making heads or tails of the documents for the new development you sent.’He laughed, actually snorting. ‘You and me both. I asked for some information to submit to the planning committee. Beta sent me all the documents, but it looks like absolute gibberish. Handed it to the committee, they took a single glance and said thank you. Like it was a picture book they could easily read.’‘Do you think you could point the different things out?’Sam was quiet for a moment. ‘Alpha, I can’t make out anything eithe

The front door opened, and I looked up from my tablet. Nate closed the door behind him, shoving his hands in his pockets. He walked up the stairs when I cleared my throat. His eyes met mine and I could see the lack of any and all emotion on his face. It rubbed me the wrong today, feeling like he didn’t actually care about the pack at all.“Nate, what the hell?”“What, Silas? I’m tired. I want…”I scoffed. “You want? You want to…what? Make a meeting I asked you to come to over a week ago? Or how about not skip out on training? Where the hell have you been? It wasn’t on the territory, that’s for sure. I felt you leave at the ass crack of dawn.”“Silas, I really don’t want to do this right now with you. I don’t feel well and…”“That’s not an excuse, Nate. You are my Beta. Do you know how I looked having to explain to six other Alphas that my Beta just didn’t show up to one of the most important meetings?”Suddenly, there was a fire in his eyes. Nate’s hands came out of his pockets, balle

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, body harm, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ I woke up with a start. Breathing heavily, I looked around my room. It was dark and nothing seemed out of place. Grabbing my chest, it felt like someone just ran a sword through me. This didn’t feel like it was coming from the runes, either.Swallowing, I got up and stumbled to my dresser. Throwing on some sweats, I made my way down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. My hand shook so violently that I could barely get any of it in my mouth.Bracing against the counter, I took a couple of deep breaths. Something wasn’t right. I felt terrible. All of me felt wrong. Turning, I headed back up the stairs and knocked on Nate’s door. When there was no answer, I turned the handle and looked in. It wasn’t its usual mess. It was completely clean w

It took another two times to wake up before I could turn my neck. I probably would have danced if I could move any other part of my body. The headache had lessened, and I could talk in full sentences. Although, it was only for about a half hour, but it was longer than before.There was also a part of me that wished I hadn’t turned to look. I didn’t realize just how many machines I was hooked up to. This hadn’t even been all of them. Apparently, I needed those machines to keep me alive right now. That thought scared me. Had I gotten that close to death? Had I died? Was I attacked? Was I kidnapped? What the fuck had happened?As many questions as I asked, I got zero answers. I asked the nurses that came in, asked Shep came in to check on me, and even asked Silas. No one would give me any information, and I’d never been so frustrated in my life.With more time awake, I also realized how much Silas did for me. He would massage my legs and

I couldn’t look at Silas. I couldn’t look at anyone. The feeling of deep shame and regret was drowning me. How could anyone want to help? Or even be near me? How could they still want me around after what I had done? My mind sunk into a deep depression and I didn’t say a word to anyone.Silas still took care of me, now forcing me to drink water regularly. He was massaging and working my hands as I moved my fingers, but I had given up. I deserved this. I deserved to rot away in this bed.Silas was sitting on the edge of my bed, massaging my right hand, when he finally spoke. “Sam has been asking to come and see you.”I turned my head away from him. “I don’t want to see anyone.”He sighed and set down my hand. I felt his hand touch my cheek, and he turned my head to look at him. It was oddly caring, even though his face reflected nothing.“They don’t think less of you, Nate. They are just glad you’re okay.”I huffed. “Well, they shoul