All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha's Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Gwen’s POVMy eyes shot open.The ceiling above me was white. Plain. Smooth. Unfamiliar.I blinked, heart pounding. Where the hell…?I sat up quickly, head swimming slightly from the sudden movement. My fingers gripped the sheets soft, expensive. The room smelled like sandalwood and clean cotton.This was not the forest.This was not where the spell had been done.What happened?The last thing I remembered was stepping into the circle. Amy’s voice chanting. Sabrina’s hands clutching mine. Rya’s nod from across the field.The spell… the linking…My hand flew to my stomach.I lifted my shirt.And there it was.The glowing mark, nestled just beneath my ribs. A faint shimmer of gold and crimson wrapped in a spiral.I gasped, a shaky laugh breaking out of me.“It worked,” I whispered, lips trembling as tears welled in my eyes. “It actually worked.”Relief flooded me like a crashing wave.Regan would live..I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, glancing around the room.Dar

Rya’s POVThe second those words left his mouth, I just stared at him.“Reagan asked me to follow you.”A breath left my lips, not heavy, not loud, but sharp and tight like a string snapping inside me. I folded my arms, trying to mask the chaos now swirling in my chest.My lips curled into a dry, humorless smile. “He’s really committing to the act, huh?”Dean tilted his head. “What act?”I scoffed, kicking at a twig with the toe of my boot. “If he’s gonna hate me, then he should stick with it. Follow through to the end, you know?”Dean didn’t answer. Just shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his face unreadable in the shadows of the trees. But I saw it, the flicker of hesitation, the part of him that knew I was deflecting.Because the truth was…My heart felt like it was cracking open. Slowly. Loudly. From the inside out.He still cared.Reagan still cared.And I hated that it made me feel warm and wanted, like I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was.Dean stepped closer and he

Reagan’s POVIt had been two days since I ordered Andrea out of the cell and back to her room. Amy had given me a spell bracelet, one that channeled the hex onto me instead. It wasn’t a cure, but at least she wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.That didn’t stop her from being angry with me. She barely looked at me. Didn’t speak a word.Stayed locked in her room, and when she did come out, she acted as if I didn’t exist.It cut deep. Every time her eyes slid past me like I was nothing, I wanted to grab her, pull her close, bury my face in her neck and beg her to forgive me. My bed felt cold at night. I couldn’t sleep, so I buried myself in studies or walked the halls until morning.But I understood her pain. I understood her anger.I had locked her up. I had banished Rya.If I hadn’t… the pack would have seen it as weakness. They would have thought they could do anything without consequence. And if anyone ever touched Andrea…if anyone hurt her, I don’t think I’d let it go, I’ll hunt them d

Gwen’s POVReagan hadn’t been himself since Rya’s death.He tried to hide it, but I saw it.He barely ate. He hardly slept. He was always gone, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, and when he returned, he carried this storm inside him. His shoulders tense. His jaw sharp. His eyes… different. He smiled when others looked at him. Spoke calmly to the pack. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was fine.But I knew Reagan.And he was anything but fine.Before heading to his study, I stopped by Otis’s quarters. He looked up when I entered, immediately bowing.“Luna Gwen.”I gave him a small smile. “Otis… where have you and Reagan been going?”His eyes flickered, uneasy. He hesitated, and I knew instantly he was debating whether to lie.“Otis,” I pressed, folding my arms. “Tell me.”He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping. “We went to the witches’ coven.”My breath caught. “What?”He rubbed his jaw, voice low. “He confronted them about Rya’s death… said if they didn’t hand over the cul

Reagan’s POVSeeing her, my Andrea laid on my desk, spread glistening with her cum. It was enough to drive a man insane. With a low growl, I grabbed Andrea by the waist and spun her off the desk like she weighed nothing, her gasp cut short as I pressed her back against the wall.Her chest heaved, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. Fuck, she was a vision.I leaned in, my nose brushing her throat before my tongue dragged along the shell of her ear, slow and deliberate. I felt her shiver, my favorite kind of reaction. Mine. Every tremble was mine.And then I snapped.With a swift motion, I ripped through the thin straps of her dress, shredding the fabric like it was paper, and tore off her panties in one feral swipe. Buttons clattered to the floor, threads torn. I didn’t care. She could wear my clothes if she had to, I’d drape her in furs if it meant no one else ever saw her like this.My cock ached, rock hard and angry, straining against my pants. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to.I unbu