บททั้งหมดของ An Alpha Queen's Rogue : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Lucian’s POVI don't think twice, I run after the runner with speed, dirt spraying behind me. Whoever it is, they’re fast. But I’m faster.It's a little darker in the woods with the tree leaves acting as a canopy. But I had wolf vision. I weaved through the trees, making sure to hit the ground with less force to not alert the runner. They're within view now, wearing a black hoodie with black pants. "Gotcha." I say to myself, smiling before I leap at them. I'm so close I can smell them already. Just when I'm about to grab hold of them, they suddenly duck, causing me to fly over their heads. "Fuck!" I mutter as I slam into a tree. Air leaves my lungs immediately and I hear a crack as my arm takes in the whole brunt.I raise my head, all furious and ready to tear whoever the motherfucker is. That's until I see their faces. Her face."Madeline?" I call in confusion.She pulls her hoodie from her head, her hair falling over her shoulders as she begins laughing."What the..." I try to st

.Madeline’s POVBANG! BANG! BANG!I jump up immediately from the bed, my heart slamming against my ribs. Another bang follows, louder this time, echoing through my small cabin.“What the hell—?”I fling the blanket aside and leap to my feet. My wolf stirs uneasily inside me as I grab a baggy shirt and rush to the door. I squint my eyes as the rays from the sun passes through my window. I'm still sleepy so I make it to the door on unsteady legs.When I pull the door open, I'm shocked at who I see standing there.“Elisha?”He stands at my entrance with his hands in his pocket, his hair unkept and unbrushed. His clothes are wrinkled and his eyes... Goddess, his eyes.They look haunted.“Elisha,” I whisper again, this time softer, “what’s going on?”He doesn’t answer at first. Just stands there, breathing hard, staring at something behind me, or maybe inside his own head. His lips part, but the words don’t come.“I…” he starts, voice rough, “I need your help.”That’s all it takes for me

Lucian’s POVEverything seems to blur as I stare at her.Skylar. My knees hit the ground before I even realize I’m falling, the impact jarring through my bones, but I barely feel it.All I see is her broken body.“Skylar?” My voice cracks. I don’t care. “Skylar…?”Her chest rises in a shallow breath. Barely there. But enough.Claw kneels beside me. “Lucian—”“Don’t,” I whisper sharply, eyes glued to her face. “Just—don’t.”He goes silent.I reach a trembling hand toward her, but I pause before touching her, scared she might break or fade away. This is not the Skylar I know. This is a shell, something more useless than one, in fact.Her remaining eyelid flutters.Then she turns her head slightly, like she’s trying to see me. Her cracked lips part.“Lu…cian?”God.That's her voice. But not her voice. A ghost of it. A broken version.“I’m here,” I say quickly, leaning closer. “I’m right here. Skylar look at me.”Her fingers twitch, trying to lift. She reaches for me, but her arm collaps

Elisha’s POV"Shit." I curse as my favorite mug drops to the floor, shattering into a couple pieces. "No. No. No. No. I fucking loved that cup."I hiss, falling to my knees as I begin picking the pieces from the floor. Good thing nothing was inside before it fell. But that does does not excuse the fact the I just broke my favorite mug.The sleepiness I was feeling was gone now, leaving no trace behind. That shouldn't have the reason for the cup dropping though. It wasn't because I was sleepy. I am loosing touch. Of literally everything.It seems like everything I once knew was gone. I no longer can control or do things like before. Maybe it's the guilt or shit. Either way, I am dull. She'll be what I use to be.Right when I'm about to pick the last piece of the glass, someone knocks at my door, a little roughly. The sound startles me and the last piece of mug breaks skin, causing a thin line of blood to sip from my thumb."Fuck." I curse, sucking the wound and standing to my feet, dum

Lucian’s POVMy footsteps echo down the clinic hallway. I don't come here often. I rarely step into clinics. I'm never sick. It might even seem shocking to those in the clinic but I can't seem to not come.I inhale slowly, exhale shakily, and stop in front of the door. The nurse stationed beside it looks up at me. She's young, too young to have seen what Skylar looked like when we dragged her in and her eyes are tired.“Alpha Lucian,” she says softly, dipping her head.“How is she?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend.The nurse straightens, folding her chart to her chest. “Stable,” she answers. “Conscious and awake for the past hour.”Relief punches through my chest so hard I nearly lose my breath.“But,” the nurse continues, “she’s....quiet.”I frown. “Quiet how?”“Quiet like she’s here but not here,” the nurse whispers. “She answered my questions, but she didn’t look at me. She didn’t react to anything. She just...stared at the window.”Yeah. That sounds like someone who’s be