บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Rogue King: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Cara's povsThe early morning light filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows along the forest path as Debby and I made our way toward the pack’s main settlement.It had been five days since my mate ran away from me, and three days since my unsettling encounter with Garreth, the rumored dangerous beta. The memory of his intense gaze and his disturbing smile lingered in my mind, but I refused to let it control me. I had insisted on accompanying Debby to the pack's sick bay, partly to help her, but mostly to escape the loneliness that threatened to consume me in that isolated cottage. I refused to feel guilty for pressuring Debby, I couldn’t bear the thought of staying in that place for another day.The tension from that night still clung to us like a dark cloud, but I had made up my mind. I wasn’t going to let fear dictate my actions or any controlling freak cage me. Instead, I would prove my worth, not just to myself but to the entire pack.As we neared the

Cara's POV I screamed and kicked all the way to the cottage, my throat raw from shouting, but Gareth was unfazed. When we reached the cottage, he dropped me unceremoniously onto the floor. “You will stay here, where you belong. No tricks. You’ll wait for your master to come back. That’s your job in this pack: to make him happy,” he said with finality. “Why are you doing this? You were kind to me at the bar! This isn’t you. You don’t have to serve him blindly!” I cried, my voice breaking. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flash of pity in his eyes, but it quickly vanished. His expression hardened again. “He gave me my life. Made me who I am. Why wouldn’t I serve him blindly? Goodnight, Cara,” he said, locking the door with a click. I collapsed, weeping for my pathetic life, the memories of my parents flashing through my mind, the pictures of my parents who had been murdered in cold blood flash through my head. That fateful night had changed everything. I cried harder, clingi

Brian’s POVThe familiar scent of the woods filled my senses as I crossed the border back into the pack's territory. It had been a long week, longer than I had anticipated, and I was eager to return. The tensions between the rogue packs and the local righteous packs had escalated, forcing me to handle delicate negotiations in the East. Also, there was a message that there had been a call of peace by all the packs of Ellorin, in which I was invited. hadn’t been easy, but it had to be done. I smiled, seeing the message, and I had thrown it to the deepest part of my trash. Who care about their trash meeting and peace talks when they can't even be at peace in their own individual packs. My trip has been nothing like a honeymoon trip. It was filled with facing dangers and fishing our criminals. Still, the entire time I was away, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Cara, that's her name, I had overheard it from her and debbys' discussion that night my wolf forced his way out and marked h

Cara's povs “Mummy, mummy, I want you to read me a story.” "Carr, which story would you like Mummy to read to you tonight?" "I want the one you said is very important. Mummy, I want you to tell me that one!" “Carr, you’re too young for that story. When you turn twelve, I promise I’ll tell you.” "Sabrina, I think it's time we tell Carr about our origins, so she’ll understand how powerful she truly is and how to control it," a voice said from behind. "Thank you, Daddy!" "Calm down, little one," her father said, his voice gentle. "Daddy is starting now. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her parents. This girl was beautiful..." “Hahaha, Daddy, stop! Be serious!” Her father chuckled but continued, "Shh. So, this girl always thought she was just a normal werewolf, but she didn’t know she was, something special, even in her clan, she is a Cupbearer…” Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted outside, cutting short the story. "My husband," her mother said

Brian’s POVThe scent was fading, but the bond between us grew stronger, pulling me forward like a guiding force. Every muscle in my body screamed with tension, driven by Asher’s relentless demand to find her. I could feel her fear through the mate bond, her pulse quickening, her breathing uneven, and it only fueled my rage. I tore through the forest, dodging trees, my mind singularly focused on the Omega.Asher, my wolf, was relentless. He kept growling and snarling. “They’ll regret taking her,” Asher growled, and I knew he was right. Whoever had taken the Omega had no idea what they’d unleashed. They would soon witness the wrath of the king, the devil from hell himself.“Red Knife Pack.” I repeated the name with malice. They were a shadow of my past, one of my many enemies. All the evidence Garreth had uncovered pointed toward them being involved in this kidnapping. They had launched a probing attack, and then when my forces were focused on them, they had kidnapped the Omega.“Ryder