บททั้งหมดของ An Alpha Queen's Rogue : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Lucian’s POVSkylar falls asleep so fast it scares me a little.One second she’s breathing shallow, uneven, fighting to keep her eyes open and the next, her body sinks into the pillows.I stand there for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.She's alive. She's safe.But scarred in ways that aren’t visible.I exhale and force myself to step away.The door clicks softly shut behind me.The nurse slips past me immediately, bowing her head in greeting as she enters Skylar’s room. She doesn’t say a word. Just pulls the curtain for privacy and begins checking her vitals.I turn down the hallway and almost run into Ryker. He's leaning against the wall like he’s been waiting for me longer than he’ll admit. His arms are crossed, jaw tight and expression unreadable but the tension radiating off him is enough to tell me something is wrong.Very wrong.He pushes off the wall when I approach.“How is she?” he asks.“She’s... better.” I rub a hand down my face. “Still not okay. Bu

Madeline’s POVI’m dripping with sweat as I climb up the stairs to Lucian's office.My calves are burning and so is every muscle in my body. Fang absolutely destroyed me during training today, and I didn’t even bother changing before coming here. My sport bra is sticking to my skin and completely wet, my hair is a mess, and honestly, I probably smell like piss and whatever dirt I had rolled over.I stop in front of the door, take one breath, then knock twice.“Come in,” Lucian calls, his voice low.I push the door open and step inside.They’re all there, Lucian, Ryker, and Brad, standing around the large map table, pointing at a spot. Lines and markers are scattered across the surface, red and black, some circled, others crossed out.Lucian’s jaw is tight, his fingers gripping the table’s edge. Ryker and Brad look equally tense. The kind of tension that makes the air feel heavy.Lucian glances at me, then immediately straightens, masking his expression as if he hadn’t been two second

Livia’s POVMy pulse is still hammering in my throat long after I’ve slipped out of Ariella’s sight. I keep walking down the hallway, making sure I'm calm and my steps are collected.But the moment I turn the corner and disappear from view, the breath rips out of me like it’s been trapped there for minutes.“Moon above.” I whisper under my breath.I brace a hand against the wall. My palms are sweating. My heart is racing. My legs feel like I’ve just run from the training grounds to the northern watchtower.Ariella looked at me too long, too closely. She even smelled the room and she must have noticed the sheets.I swallow hard, forcing myself to move again. Staying in the open is stupid. I need cover.I slip into the nearest empty room, a storage room with folded blankets and stacked crates. The second the door clicks shut behind me, I lock it, then lean back against it, sliding down until I'm sitting on the floor.I exhale shakily and press my hands against my knees.“That was too cl

Luther’s POVI sit at the long council dining table, my table now, surrounded by silver platters and roasted meats and bowls of rich soups and breads still steaming. My cooks never made meals this extravagant for me when I was just the Alpha of my pack. But now?Now that I’m King?They all scramble like terrified mice.A roasted goose sits at the center, plump and golden, skin crisp, seasoned to perfection. I tear off its leg with my teeth, ripping through skin and flesh, the hot juices spilling onto my fingers. It’s greasy and delicious.I swallow and wash it down with a large gulp of wine. It’s rich, fruity, sharp and good enough.I lift the glass toward the woman sitting across from me.Silvia.She looks like a corpse today. Paler than yesterday. Eyes duller. Her lips cracked. Her plate untouched.I lift the glass again, mocking cheer dripping from my voice.“So this is really how you council people enjoy life.”She just stares at me. Not speaking.She hasn't spoken to me since th

Lucian’s POVThe air in the meeting room is thick with tension. You could almost slice it. The massive oak table stretches between us, Madeline on my right, Ryker beside her, Elisha on my left, Claw and Fang across from us. Skylar stands near the door, looking like she just stumbled into a room she has no business being in, even though she’s the one who summoned all of us here.Which is already strange.I lean back in my chair, arms crossed, watching her with narrowed eyes. She keeps staring at the floor, shifting her weight from foot to foot. That alone is weird because Skylar isn’t the shy type. Not even close. If anything, she usually looks like she’s two seconds away from arguing with someone.But right now?She looks small.She clears her throat. Loudly. Then her gaze darts everywhere except the direction of the table.“Um.... hi.” She winces immediately like even that was too much.Claw leans forward in his chair with seriousness, pressing the tips of his fingers together and