บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Rogue King: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cara's povBrian staggered back, clutching his side where Ryder had slashed him. His eyes burned with fury, and Asher, his wolf, growled from within, enraged by the pain but more so by Ryder. Blood poured from the wound, soaking Brian’s clothes, but he didn’t falter. He couldn't. He still stood, not wavering.Ryder chuckled darkly, his scarred face gleaming with satisfaction. He twirled the silver blade in his hand, its edge glinting in the dim light of the cabin. “Look at you, Brian,” he sneered. “Bleeding like a wounded animal. It’s fitting, really. The mighty Rogue King brought to his knees by someone who knows you better than you know yourself.”Brian’s eyes darkened, the fury bubbling just beneath the surface. His breaths came in harsh, ragged gasps as he fought to remain standing. But his gaze, his intense, unwavering gaze, never left Ryder. He was calculating, biding his time.“You think you’ve won, Ryder?” Brian growled through gritted teeth. “You’re nothing but a coward hid

unknown povsThe dimly lit room hummed with anticipation. and the clashing of the auras from different powerful figures seated together can make a strong minded man wet himself. Hooded figures sat in a perfect circle, their faces obscured by the thick shadows cast by a single flickering lantern that hung from the ceiling. This was the kind of meeting that no one was supposed to know about, held in a location known to only a few.At the head of the table, an imposing figure with sharp, cold eyes leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together. His lips curled into a smirk as he surveyed the group before him. The tension in the room was palpable, but it was mixed with something else, confidence.“We’ve already won,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with arrogance, breaking the silence. "The Rogue King, Brian, is as good as dead, and the girl will be in our hands soon. The traps have been laid. His forces are dwindling, and soon he’ll be nothing more than a ghost story told to sca

Cara The cabin felt suffocating, its walls closing in on me. Brian's Alpha presence was a force that dominated the room, as though he could crush the very air with his silence. He stepped in, his eyes locking onto mine before they flicked down to the iron chains binding my wrists to the bed. His gaze lingered there, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his expression. Regret? Or was it just a cold calculation?"Brian," I whispered, my voice trembling, a lump forming in my throat. "Why are you doing this to me? Why am I chained like this? I thought you were protecting me from the kidnappers. "He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved slowly toward the bed, his fingers brushing against the bruises left by the chains. His face was hard, unreadable, but I didn’t miss the way his hand trembled, just for a moment, before he looked away."This is for your own good, Cara, and the good of everyone," he finally said, his voice low, almost... tired."For my own good?" My voice

Cara’s povs My heart skipped a beat as Debby’s words sank in. ‘Cupbearer.’ The same word the woman in my dreams had whispered to me. My body froze, an icy chill running down my spine. How could Debby possibly know? My hands trembled, and the weight of everything felt like it was pressing down on me. The dreams, the chains, the power inside me, it wasn’t just in my head. It was ‘real’, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. “What…" What did you just say?” I stammered, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, searching for answers. Debby’s expression softened with a mix of sadness, her voice low and gentle. “i think You’re a Cupbearer, Cara. No mistake about that, a powerful one.” “No…” I shook my head, disbelief washing over me, mumbling to myself. “This can’t be happening. It’s the same thing she said… the woman in my dreams. How could you possibly know? How is this even real?” Debby’s eyes widened at my words, but she didn’t seem surprised. Instead, she nodded slowly, a

Cara’s POV The distant blare of the pack’s alarm echoed through the forest, merging with the pounding rhythm of my heart. Each beat vibrated through my chest, a constant reminder of how far I’d come and what I’d left behind. The sound grew fainter with every step, but I knew it wasn’t over. Not yet. Not until I was truly free. The adrenaline still coursing through my veins kept me moving, the strength in my bones unyielding. But I knew it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, my body would give in, and I’d have to face the consequences. My limbs already felt heavy, a dull ache settling into my muscles. “I’ve escaped from Brian.” The thought brought a strange mix of relief and pain. His name made my heart ache, and for a fleeting moment, guilt flickered within me. I was running away from my mate. The bond between us, though fractured, still tugged at me, reminding me of the path I had chosen. But I shook my head, forcing away any lingering guilt. ‘I won’t feel sorry for someone who’s p