All Chapters of The Rogue's Little Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 178

The moment the door slammed shut behind him, I collapsed. My legs finally gave out the second his presence left the room, and I crumpled to the floor, a broken heap of fear. The sickly-sweet scent of forced lavender oil still clung on me. The room,the so-called “mating room”, felt like a cage.It was supposed to happen here. He said it over and over. “It’s fate, Kayah. You were mine first.”No. I was never his. I stopped being his mate when he couldn’t stand for me before his parents but started hunting me like I was some prize to reclaim.He almost did it, we almost forced the bond to tie us together. Until the knock came. Until one of his warriors whispered something about “Lunar’s here. Urgent business.”And just like that, he was gone. I thank whoever made it possible. I should have felt relieved. I should have thanked the stars, or whatever divine force had sent her. But all I could feel was the aftermath. My body was shaking. My skin felt wrong. Violated. Like his hands were s

No man’s land stretched wide and endless before us, untamed forest, broken earth, and shadows that whispered of the past. It was wild, yes, but free.We moved cautiously for two days, always in silence. Always watching. No patrols. No signs of trackers. Just trees and wind and the echo of our own breath.And for a brief, foolish moment, I let myself believe we’d made it. That maybe Axel hadn’t noticed. That maybe, just maybe… he didn’t care. But that night shattered the illusion.We’d made a tiny camp, just enough to rest and eat. Amber built a small fire, careful to shield it with rocks and branches. It barely flickered, barely glowed. Still… it was too much.The growl ripped through the forest like thunder. Low. Deep. Wrong. My blood turned to ice. Amber froze mid-bite. Her eyes met mine. We knew that sound.Ferals.Not rogue. Not Alpha.Ferals.An abomination of wolf and rage and madness. Creatures so far gone even the moon goddess had turned her back on them. Axel’s personal dogs.

The rain didn’t let up. It fell in heavy sheets, soaking the forest in silence and steam. We followed the trail from the map for hours, pushing through underbrush and ducking under fallen trees, our legs aching, our bodies barely holding on.But we didn’t stop.We couldn’t.Amber glanced back every now and then, her hand never straying far from the blade strapped to her thigh. I didn’t need to ask. I felt it too. That pull. That invisible thread tugging at my spine, warning me that something was wrong. Again.By midday, we stopped near a thicket to catch our breath, our clothes clinging to our skin, breaths misting in the cold air.That’s when Amber stiffened.She didn’t say a word. She just turned slowly toward the northeast, toward the path behind us. I followed her gaze.Nothing. Just trees and fog. And then I smelled it. Rot. Wet fur. Blood.My throat tightened.“No,” I whispered.“It’s them,” Amber said, her voice sharp with disbelief. “How? We’ve been running for days. We masked o

Darkness took me the moment I saw him. My legs gave out. My vision blurred. The last thing I saw before everything faded was the silver flame in his eyes, Seven, and then… nothing.And then warmth. That was the first thing I felt.Not the biting cold of the forest, or the damp chill of night, but a slow, steady warmth that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I shifted, confused by the softness beneath meth, e velvet-like bed, the silk brushing against my arm.And then the scent, it hit me. Lavender. Oak. Something faintly metallic.It was familiar, too familiar.My eyes shot open. The room was dim, the windows covered by long, heavy curtains that danced in a soft breeze. A candle flickered beside the bed. The walls are stone, regal, and carved with intricate patterns. And the ceiling…My breath caught.I knew this place. I had been here before. Lived here for weeks and months, disguised behind someone else’s name. Someone else’s face. This was the castle where I had pretended to be Sabrin