All Chapters of An Alpha Queen's Rogue : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Livia’s POVMy hands squeeze into fists as I watch them kiss. I hear my wolf, Darla, growl in my head. 'That bitch.' I feel her acing around and all she needs is my consent and we'll be bounding off towards her.I'm pretty sure we can rip out her throat before Lucian makes a move.I wipe the stray tear that falls from my eyes as I turn to leave.They didn’t even notice me leave.Not Lucian. Not Madeline. They were too wrapped up in each other—smiling, touching, kissing—like the whole damn world didn’t exist outside their little fairytale life.Like I didn’t exist.I walk fast at first. Angry. Bitter. Fuming.I gave my fucking everything to that god-damned fool. I was there with him and for him. And what does he repsy me with? Betrayal. I feel the pain turn into something colder.Well, an eye for an eye.The tears burn my eyes as they fall and I don’t try to stop them. I let them fall as I walk through the woods, past the outkirts of camp, pass the invisible line that separates rogue

Tyson's POVI shut the door of my room behind me as I groan in frustration.Finally, peace to myself."Gosh, I'm exhausted." I mutter to myself, my hands rubbing my eyes as I walk to my bed ready to drown in it's softness."You look so tired, my alpha?" I stop in my tracks, my claws extending and my eyes shifting to a my wolf's.I turn towards the sound of the voice and the scene before me makes my wolf retreat in a purr. A slow, amused smile appearing on my lips.I almost forgot I have a mate."If you're too tired for anything this night, I guess I'll just have to leave." Ariella pouts, folding her arms, causing her naked breasts to swell in her chest.I almost drool at the sight.She is resting on the bathroom door, her body dripping with water—perhaps from using my shower. She is wearing nothing on and I actually drool as my eyes rake down her body from her perky breasts to her perfectly shaved region."So what do you say, Alpha." She pushes herself off the door and beguns to walk

Claw’s POVIf anyone ever tells you espionage is fun, they’re either high on wolfsbane or missing half their brain.Because nothing—and I mean nothing—about pretending to be a stray in the middle of a rogue-friendly but loyalty-hostile pit of half-mad wolves is fun.My name’s not Claw right now. It’s Caden. Caden with a stutter, a limp, and a fake story about losing my mate to a pack execution. Tragic, right?I even cried a little when I told it to the first wolf who asked. Wiped my nose on my shirt and everything. Method acting. Eat your heart out.Rock and I arrived in the so-called "velvet zone" three days ago. That’s what the locals call this patch of no-man’s-land between rogue turf and Balthazar’s influence. No war here—yet. Just whispers and wolves who’ve had their fangs filed too long.Rock split off into the south sector. Said he’d blend better with the "sad dads and broken step-uncle energy" he packed into that duffel bag. Honestly, he wasn’t wrong. That fake photo of him gr

Claw’s POVThey say darkness hides monsters.Whoever said that hasn’t met Balthazar.Because this man walks in broad daylight like he owns the god-damned world. And tonight? Tonight, he showed up with all the silence and certainty of a god who doesn’t need followers… but gets them anyway.The gathering point Vero gave me turns out to be an old underground train station. Long abandoned. The kind of place that smells like rust and mold, with flickering overhead bulbs that stutter like they’re afraid of the dark too.Rogues crowd the space—at least fifty of them. All ages. All temperaments. They stand around like students waiting for a sermon. Some of them hum. Some growl softly under their breath like the anticipation is making them itch.They’re not normal wolves.No.These are believers.And what they believe in?Steps into the circle like it’s already his.Balthazar.He’s not what I expected.No bulky frame. No scars or eye patches or fanged grins. No dramatics.He’s bald. That’s the

Madeline’s POVI sit at the edge of the stream with my knees drawn to my chest. I'm covered in blood that's not mine.My hands are red and my fingers are shaking uncontrollably like they still want to hurt something. There’s blood on my shoes, too. I bury my face in my arms.And I cry.I cry si hard my body shakes and the sky cries with me. The rain pours and falls on me as if washing whatever stain I have.How do I say it that for a moment I enjoyed it? That I wanted to kill them over and over again?That’s the part that breaks me most.I liked it.I liked the way they screamed. I liked the way my hands moved faster than thought. I liked the power. The fire. The fear in their eyes when they realized I wasn’t prey. That I was the hunter.I was death.And I liked it.I should be ashamed. I should hate myself.But that voice in me—the one that stirred awake when Lucian screamed?It’s still there.Coiled. Purring. Waiting.“Maddie?”The voice is soft. Careful.I stiffen.I don’t look u