Todos los capítulos de The Rogue Deity: Until Death Do Us Part: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

At this point, Alinta abandoned the idea of playing the good prisoner and gaining Bellinor's trust. He was going to hurt her either way; all that was left was to fight back."I knew I should have trusted my gut, you are a fucking grotesque bastard!" she shouted as she elbowed his ribs and kicked his shin. Bellinor only laughed darkly at her ineffective attacks while he wrapped his strong arms around her, pinning her against him. She was so weak and helpless that it humoured and somewhat bettered his mood."This is not love; it’s a fucking illness! You have lost your fucking mind! Orion is my true mate! You did something to my bond with him! You are the reason Angela is gone!" she screamed in a voice Bellinor had never heard before. It was raw and of pure abhorrence.Bellinor grabbed Alinta by the neck, causing her to choke while slowly turning her around to face him. She did not struggle; she did not want him to enjoy her suffering anymore. His eyes were violet, and she knew Onyx was

It was now five p.m., and Orion was instantly greeted by Kyle as he got off the bus. The man was taken by surprise; he thought Kyle would be waiting at the pickup point.“Don't you look at me like that! I am a police officer. I have my ways. You had me worried! Come on, you look like shit,” Kyle grumbled. “I told you to wait until you were discharged.”“Good to see you too, friend,” Orion replied with a tired smile. Though exhausted, anxiety tugged at him; he was ready to shift, something Kyle’s keen eyes didn’t miss.Kyle flicked Orion’s nose. “Don't even think about it,” he warned. “Now come, let me help you,” he added, taking Orion's small bag.“Any news?” Orion asked, hopefully, as they made their way to Kyle's car.“Nothing. Bellinor is gone. It's like he vanished into thin air. His property was left just like that, completely abandoned. All his staff and caretakers have disappeared with him. We spoke to the locals, friends, and family. None of them has heard a word since the day

Bellinor was readying himself for a pleasurable experience when all of a sudden a demonic roar filled his head. He dropped to his knees, clutching his skull.“Don't even think you are going to have fun! After the shit you allowed to happen, you don't deserve anything good!” Draven’s voice thundered through his mind as he seized control of Bellinor's body.Focusing on his newly gathered strength, Draven forced out the alcohol’s toxic grip. Bellinor came to his senses as soon as he was in his wolf's realm.“Draven! Why are you interfering?! This is what’s owed to me, for my patience, my fucking sacrifices!“ Bellinor howled in frustrated ire.Draven ignored him, his focus locked on the terrified Alinta before him. His demeanour softened as he relished the memory of her, just a few moments ago, begging and needing him. She was close, nearly within his grasp, but one obstacle remained. Just a bit more power...Two Lupus Bellatores wolves still roamed free. If he could find even one more, it

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of emotional and physical abuse, captivity, psychological distress, and sexualized coercion. It also includes themes of non-consensual sexual situations and manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.The sound of chains jingling against the worn oak headboard, accompanied by deranged grunts, echoed through the putrid dungeon. Draven had been gone again for weeks. Bellinor had turned into a raging, unpredictable time bomb, and Alinta was the explosive receiving end.She had grown accustomed to Bellinor's festering temperament. Despite Draven's warning, her living conditions worsened, and her health deteriorated, due to Bellinor’s continued vengeful neglect. However, the only change her captor had made was to make sure she ate. The hope Alinta held for the mysterious black wolf’s return had diminished. She had become numb to everything regarding Bellinor, his touch, his punishments, his words. She had lost her will to speak, t

The ghastly sight of the dungeon evaporated, now replaced by the view of a magnificent medieval chamber fit for a king. Its interior extravagantly draped in rich fabrics of violet and onyx. The air carried the strong scent of velvety burnt amber, and low candlelight cast its glow, accommodated by subtle flickers from excited flames licking at its burning wick. Draven’s heavy steps upon the black marble floors echoed through the room as he eagerly made his way to a vast, richly carved ebony four-poster bed.He carefully laid Alinta upon its silken sheets. His gaze rested on her, his features softening as it shifted to doting obsession. Once he was satisfied with her peaceful state, he strode towards a luxurious armchair close by, settled in it, and closed his eyes.One last task remained; something he had been anxiously anticipating for months."You were able to mark her?!" Bellinor roared in fury as he realised his voice had returned, but he broke into a sudden scream as an unknown fo