Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Alpha's Bride: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 115

Reagan’s POVI have never desired to kill someone. Not truly. But today…for the first time in my life, I wanted to kill my own blood.I stormed into the abandoned building like a hurricane made of skin and bone, fury ripping through every cell in my body.He looked up from the makeshift chair like he’d been waiting.“Hello, bro…”His stupid grin didn’t even get to finish that sentence.With a flash of speed, I was on him, fingers clamped around his neck, lifting him off the floor, slamming him into the nearest wall so hard the entire building shook. His feet dangled off the ground as his face twisted, not in pain, but in fucking amusement.He laughed. “Is this your new way of saying hello to your half-brother?” He rasped, teeth stained red from the pressure.I didn’t flinch. “Did you really kill her?” My voice was low. Cold. But inside, I was praying…begging that he’d say no. That this was all one of his twisted games. But the laugh that erupted from him told me everything.“What do

Gwen’s POVThree years later.I stared at the woman in the mirror.Her eyes were darker now. Not in color, but in weight. Her brunette hair, once soft waves down her back, was now cut blunt just above the shoulders. Clean. Sharp. Easy to manage.Easier to hide behind.I tugged my black glove a little tighter, flexing my fingers. The leather creaked faintly.Long coat. Black tank top. Black pants. Black boots. I looked like a shadow.Maybe I was.A soft knock broke the quiet.“Luna.”I turned. Astra stood at the door, eyes soft but wary.“They’re here,” she said. “All of them.”I held her gaze. “All of them?”She nodded. “Yes.”Of course they were. Wolves love a show of strength. And grief always puts on the best performances.I gave a small nod. “Tell them I’ll be there in five.”“Yes, Luna.”She closed the door behind her, leaving me alone again. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the silence wrap around me. Then I walked to the dresser. My steps were slow, measured, like each

Gwen’s POV“Mummy, look!” Lia’s little voice rang out, full of excitement.I looked down from the book in my hand and saw her holding up a colorful painting, mostly yellow scribbles with a big smiling face in the middle.I smiled, my heart melting. “Oh… is this a sun baby?”She nodded so fast her curls bounced. “Yes!”“It’s really beautiful,” I said, kissing her warm little temple as she climbed into my lap, wiggling to get comfortable.Her tiny fingers still had paint on them, and I didn’t even care that they left smudges on my black jeans. She was glowing. My little light.Just then, Grandmother Lana walked in, holding a folded cloth and a warm smile. “She’s been drawing that a lot,” she said, setting the cloth down on the table. “The sun baby. Over and over again. Either it’s the simplest thing to draw… or she might be telling us something.”I rolled my eyes playfully. “Nana, she’s just a baby.”Lia had already hopped off my lap, humming as she ran to her toys in the corner of the