All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha's Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Guinevere’s POVI watched as she flipped her hair, straightened her posture in a very awkward one, and marched toward the shop like she was auditioning for a rom-com. I followed, already feeling secondhand embarrassment tickle at the back of my throat.We stepped into the garage, where a man in greasy overalls and a backwards cap turned to us, wiping his hands on a rag.“Afternoon, ladies. Can I help you?”Before I could say a word, Rya stepped forward with this strange, exaggerated voice. “Hiiiiiiii, sir,” she said, drawing out the word like she was suddenly possessed by a valley girl. “We-uh… we had a vehicular malfunction. It’s like, sooo tragic.”The man blinked. Once. Twice.“Did you just have mouth surgery or somethin’?” he asked, completely deadpan.I almost choked on a laugh. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as I tried to stifle the snort. I stepped forward quickly, placing a hand on Rya’s shoulder with what I hoped looked like sympathy.“I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning toward

Guinevere's POVRya paced the length of the room like a caged wolf. Her boots thudded against the creaky wooden floor, back and forth, back and forth.“Can you stop pacing?” I said from the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples. “You’re making me dizzy.”She didn’t answer just kept walking. Tension rolled off her in waves. Finally, she came to a halt, arms crossed tightly across her chest.“I don’t trust them,” she muttered.I sighed, already feeling the frustration creeping up my spine. “What do you mean you don’t trust them?”She turned to me, her eyes sharp. “They’re witches, Gwen. Witches aren’t meant to be trusted. They’re always cryptic, always hiding something.”“Hey,” I said gently, “calm down.”“I can’t,” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “Did you not see what happened earlier? They were a breath away from turning us into roasted meat. If that Willow or Willa, whatever her name is hadn’t walked in, we’d be dead by now. And Reagan...”Her voice cracked slightly, and I

Guinevere's POV We followed the path in silence, leaves crunching under our boots as we moved deeper into the forest. The trees grew thicker, their twisted branches reaching above us like claws. I kept looking down at the paper in my hand the address. Could it really be Amy?“I don’t know,” I whispered, glancing over at Rya, “Could this really be her?”Rya shrugged, but her eyes were sharp, scanning the trees around us. “We’re about to find out. Just stay alert.”The building came into view an old, wooden cabin hidden deep in the woods. It looked abandoned, the paint peeling and windows cracked. My wolf stirred inside me, uneasy.We stepped onto the creaking porch, and I slowly pushed the door open. The air inside was cold and heavy. The floor groaned with each step we took. I could hear my own breath. Rya was right behind me, her hand already hovering near her knife.Then I saw her. A woman standing near the fireplace. She was tall, wearing a dark cloak that hid most of her face. Th

Guinevere’s POVMy head felt like it had been hit by a truck. A sharp ache pounded behind my eyes, and my body… gods, every part of it felt sore. I shifted slightly, and pain shot up from my leg, making me gasp.Where was I?I blinked, forcing my eyes to open fully. The room was warm, quiet. There was a soft light coming in through the window, and the smell of herbs floated in the air.The last thing I remembered was—The witch.The fight.The bullet.My eyes flew open, panic tightening my chest, and I pushed myself upright."Ah!" I winced, groaning as the pain rushed through my leg like fire."Hey—don’t move too fast," a soft voice said gently from the corner. "You’ll only make it worse."I turned quickly toward the voice, ignoring the sting in my muscles. A woman was sitting beside me, blonde hair pulled into a neat braid, blue eyes calm and kind.My lips parted. “Amy?”She gave a small smile and nodded. “Yes. You’ve been out for two days. Your wounds were... pretty bad.”Two days?

Rya’s POVThe wind rustled through the trees, making the leaves whisper secrets only the forest could understand.We were in a wide clearing deep in the woods. A large circle had been drawn into the earth, marked with ash and ancient symbols glowing faintly. Amy and Sabrina stood on either side, flipping through the pages of an old spellbook. Their voices murmured in unison as they prepared the soul-linking spell.And then... Gwen stepped into the circle.My heart twisted.She looked calm on the outside, strong, and steady, but I knew her. I could see the faint tremble in her fingers, the tightness in her jaw. She was scared. And she had every right to be.This spell wasn’t safe. It was powerful and dangerous. And yet, she was doing it. For Reagan.She turned her head slightly, catching my gaze. A soft, reassuring smile curved her lips. My throat tightened.I gave her a small nod, blinking away the sudden sting in my eyes.You got this, Luna.The air grew heavy as Amy and Sabrina rais