All Chapters of The War of the Royals: The Alpha's Rose Conclusion: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

MADDIE POV *Everyone, continue on. Giselle, Marvin and I will stay and speak with these men.* I say. I can tell several want to argue with me, but I motion them forward and they reluctantly follow my orders. I watch as they all continue before I drop down from the tree to speak with these hog shifters. I know I’m taking a chance by revealing myself, but their conversation says all they want is help keeping their families safe and are willing to hire themselves out to do that. “Good morning, gentlemen.” I say startling them all. I see several beginning their shifts into their hog forms when Giselle drops down and waves her hand, halting the transformations. They all look stunned. “We aren’t here to fight you. I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re having issues with protection. Did you bring the problem to the shifter council?” I ask, but staying frosty and keeping an eye on these men. There are only six, but I’m betting more are in the forest on pa

JOSH POV “Selene says I need to play,” the girl says in a whispery-wind like voice. As she brings the item up, the sky has lightened up enough, even though the fog is still fairly think, that I can see it is a flute. But it is not a new one. Far from new. It looks quite worn and old, and on the body near the finger pads is a small gold crown carved into its surface. I’m shocked, immediately knowing this is the other royal artifact. The one hidden in plain sight. The little shifters have had it all this time and I’m betting they had no idea of its importance. Especially since I went and asked about it. The girl reaches out for my hand and places it on her shoulder. Then she puts her lips to the mouthpiece and begins playing. The song is the one from the historian’s camp, the one I can’t seem to get out of my head. As she plays, the little crown on the flute begins to glow and the light coming from the chest is grows brighter as the ground starts gent

MADDIE POV It’s been two weeks since Josh was taken. We’ve had leads, but he’s never there when we arrive. However, we have taken down several small factions of rogues with the information we are receiving, but most have surrendered when we attack. Turns out, the intel we have been getting is about rogue groups who don’t want anything to do with Reid and his plans. They’ve been hiding from him more than they’ve been hiding from us. Most of these are children and females who basically have nowhere to go and no one to provide protection. As usual, we take in any we feel who are innocent after we question them and do thorough background checks. Several females have had their mates captured by Reid and they are now part of his army. But the females still don’t know where the main rogue forces are. If these females have felt the mate bond pull getting stronger, indicating their mates are close, they’ve purposefully gone the opposite direction in order to

JOSH POV He walks back over to me as he stares longingly at the scepter, like it’s a coveted long-lost lover. He runs his free hand up and down it’s long handle in a very skeevy, lewd way. After a few long, uncomfortable moments, he finally speaks. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” His reverence of it is kinda freaking me out. His crazy is showing now. Big time. It’s out in full view and he’s not even trying to hide it. “Yes.” I quietly agree with him. It is quite beautiful, with its solid gold shine, the crown etchings and the bulbous head with shiny blue stones embedded around the circumference. I got a good look at it in the dream I had, but not in real life, there was too much going on at the time. It looks exactly the same, just brighter somehow. Still, it’s not beautiful enough to do with it… what he’s doing with it right now. Ugh. I feel violated just watching him lust on the scepter and I give an involuntarily shudder. I have a connection to th

CORTANA (also known as Christina) POV My body aches and I groan in pain as I move to sit upright. My eyes are nearly swollen shut, but I look around my tent and inspect my body as best as I can through my slitted, sandpapery dry eyes. I am disgusted with all I see around me and on me. All of my belongings are ripped and tossed about. Dried blood stains nearly everything. I feel filthy. My body bears the evidence of the rogue’s ‘festivities’ from last night; blood, bruises and dried semen are all over me. I nearly weep at what was done to me, but I’m not usually an emotional crier; I’m tougher than that. I am a venge seeker. Always have been and probably always will be. No one bullied me growing up; they all learned the hard way not to fuck with me. Whatever pleasure they derived from it, it was never worth the punishments I inflicted afterward. I remember which shifters held me down so I couldn’t fight back. I know which ones beat me to keep me submi