Mated To The Rogue King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Cara povBrian!!.The spiked warrior stiffened, his grip tightening on my arm as he turned toward the sound. My pulse quickened as Brian’s figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with fury. It was Brian that had shouted. His familiar cold pressure descended on everybody, demanding his authority. In that split seconds, I noticed that while the council elders pressure had a calm in control attribute. The one of Brian and the spiked haired warrior was wild and untamed. An evidence of them being rogues.The tension in the room was suffocating. The elders were stunned into silence. My mind raced as I tried to piece it all together. Who was this warrior? Who was his master? And why did he call me the master’s bride? “Let her go” Brian commanded again, causing my stomach to do a strange flip. I tried desperately to look for his eyes, but for a reason, he was avoiding looking at me.I sighed in frustration, guilt, and regret filled me, as the weight of the whole wanted to suffocate

Cara's POVI can't count how many times I woke up to the cold reality of a cold, dark room. My councioness goes in and out as I alternate between reality and the beyond. The dream came like a thief in the night, stealing away the oppressive cold and replacing it with warmth. I embraced it as my companion in the dark, lonely room.I saw my home, our pack. It was just a small pack consisting of not up to a hundred members, excluding the children. It was just as I remembered it before everything went wrong. The Lush green fields stretched endlessly under a golden sun. Children ran about, laughing and chasing one another, while adults shared stories near the bonfire. It was peaceful, perfect, and even, a harmony I hadn’t felt in so long that it felt like a distant memory. The scene shifted to when I and my father went to hunt. I was a little girl of just 4 years old. He was trying to set up the trap, but the thing was hooked. In the process of trying to unhook it, the trap clamped hard

Emily's povI paced the tent, my thoughts a storm I couldn’t calm. Alex’s words replayed over and over in my head. It was like the cold reply of the executioner.“We have been discovered. Switch to Plan B.” That had been his hurried reply before the mindlinked cutted.I clenched my fists, staring at the maps laid out on the makeshift table. “Emily,” Aiden’s voice came softly from behind me. I stiffened but didn’t turn. “What is it, Aiden?” He didn’t answer immediately, and I felt the warmth of his presence as he stepped closer. “You’re overthinking again,” he murmured, his tone low and familiar. I let out a bitter laugh. “Overthinking? Is that what you call preparing for the possibility of losing everything? Alex is out there and probably has been killed. Cara might never make it back, and Brianonly him is fighting through the council. While we are here, seated like chickens for decoration.” “Brian gave you a command,” Aiden interrupted, his hand brushing lightly against my arm.

Cara’s POVIt’s been two days since we returned to Mafian wolf pack, and I could feel the weight of hatred in every corner of the pack. The once warm smiles and nods of acknowledgment and reverence I once received before everything were replaced by cold glares and whispered insults. People stared at me with malice in their eyes, their disdain palpable.Even Debby, who had always been a source of comfort and guidance, was keeping her distance. I had not seen her since I came back, only sending in other nurses and maids to attend to me. The betrayal cut deep, and though I had the sisters, Emily and Emma, by my side when they weren’t busy, their absence was felt too. Emily was now a commander in mafian wolf pack as well as acting as a leader for her own people, she was burdened with responsibilities that kept her occupied, while Emma was often off with Siden, like two runaway lovers, their bond growing stronger each day.I tried to focus on small tasks to keep myself distracted in the ca

Caras povDebby looked at me with pity in her eyes, but she didn't try to stop me again.I placed my trembling hands on Brian’s fur, leaning closer to his ear. “Brian, listen to me. You have to shift. I know it’s hard, but you can do this. You’ve faced worse before. Please come back,... come back to me.”The fire inside me surged, brighter and hotter than ever, as if responding to my desperate plea. My connection to him felt stronger, deeper, as though our very souls were intertwined, bound together by something neither of us could deny. I pressed my forehead gently against his fur, feeling the warmth of his battered body. “Come back to me,” I whispered again, tears streaming freely down my face.I closed my eyes, focusing on the bond between us, the bond that had always been there, even when we’d fought it, denied it, ignored it. The mating bond. I reached out, not with my hands but with my mind, calling to him through the invisible thread that tied us together.Brian. Can you hear m