All Chapters of An Alpha Queen's Rogue : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Lucian’s POVI shouldn't go.It's a trap. A really bad idea.And I doon’t even trust late-night meetings. Especially ones hosted by women who know exactly where to stab. Emotionally or otherwise.But here I am, lacing up my boots, walking into an obvious trap. It quite obvious and Skylar is not someone you'd trust, ever. The invitation burned like a dare in my palm. “Meet me at Hollow Creek.”Skylar.The name alone is a goddamn wound.She doesn’t do subtle. She doesn’t do safe. But one thing I know is that if she’s calling me out in the middle of the night, under a full moon no less, she’s not just fishing for closure. She’s planning something. She always is.I pull on my coat and reach for the door flap of my tent—“Don’t.”Ryker.The man’s really is buikt. Arms crossed, face harder than granite, jaw tight enough to snap steel. His eyes meet mine like he’s already playing my funeral in his head.“She’s playing you,” he says.“She’s always playing me.” I shrug, brushing past him. “It

Lucian’s POVThe first thing I smell is blood mixed with rain.Lots of blood.And magic.It hits me the second I cross the final ridge back into camp. My boots skid on scorched earth, the scent of burnt trees stinging my nose.Too late.I’m too fucking late.“Lucian!” Claw’s voice tears through the fog. He’s limping, a deep gash on his left arm and blood stains around his ribs. "I'd say I'm happy you're here but that would be a lie. For the first time, Lucian, in not ready to lie. They hit hard. Came straight for her.”“Where is she?” My voice is already low, dangerous.“Woods,” he pants, glancing back. “She ran in after Ruby. Said she wouldn’t leave without her.”Something tightens in my chest. “Ruby?”Claw looks away, jaw clenched. Fang walks past dragging a corpse by the neck.“She’s dead,” Claw says quietly.The words barely land before I’m running.I run past the chao, the broken bodies and over burnt ground. My heart banging like war drums and Canis—my wolf—is snarling inside my

Luther’s POV"You've earned this." I say as I admired himself in the large mirror in my room. It's a thing of joy really.Nothing is stopping Madeline from coming to me now. Now she knows she's not safe with that rogue piece of shit that calls himself an alpha. Now she'll know that true safety lies with me."Victory tastes better than blood." I laugh, turning from my reflection and walking out of my room.Victory actually tastes better than blood. And tonight?I'll be drunk on both.I step outside and I'm greeted with smiles and bows. It's even more celebratory outside.A large fire is lit at the center of the camp, casting large shadows over my pack members as they cheer, howl and drink themselves to stupor. The air smells of roasted meat, sweat, and arousal.I sit on the raised stone throne carved outside at the head of the gathering.I place one leg over the armrest as one of the servers serve me a goblet of thick crimson liquor in a golden cup as I watch them have fun.The sight a