บททั้งหมดของ An Alpha Queen's Rogue : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Lucian’s POVTrees blurs as we run. Branches whip past me, roots tear at my boots, the night air burns cold in my lungs. Every step pounds with the same thought: Too late. Too late. Too late.Behind me, Rock keeps pace, his breath a steady rhythm. There's no sign of the Shaded Moon Pack.So much for wishing they'd listen.The ridge is lit red by fire. Homes are ablaze, collapsing into ash and sparks. Wolves, our kin, lie scattered in the dirt, broken and unmoving. Their howls had already been silenced before we arrived. The air itself feels heavy, oppressive, thick with power that doesn’t belong in this world.The scent hits us before the flames do. Smoke. Charred wood. And underneath it, the metallic stench of blood. My wolf snarls inside me, claws scraping to be let loose. And I release my hold.Shifting to my massive dark furred beast, I get to the first house and break the door as I run through it with my shoulder. In between the smokey house, I spot three rogues, Balthazar's rogu

Madeline’s POVThe air here is strange. Too still, too heavy. The space between realms, Cancer called it. Honestly, it feels like the Moon Goddess herself took one look at me and thought, Let’s throw her in a creepy training pocket dimension. That’ll fix her.Nyah growls in my head, 'Quit whining. We’re here for a reason.'“I know,” I mutter under my breath, squaring my shoulders. “But everything just seems strange around here."“Honestly? Very strange” Lyra chirps, bouncing on her heels like a rabbit hopped up on sugar. “This place responds to us. Living, breathing, feeding on energy. Cool, right?”I side-eye her. “Cool isn’t the word I’d pick.”Cyra, her shadow-soaked twin, doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. He just stares. He’s been doing it for ten minutes. “She complains too much,” he says at last, his voice low, smooth, but sharp.I throw my hands up. “See? Even him agrees!”Cancer steps forward, calm and patient like some kind of cosmic kindergarten teacher. “Madeline.” His storm-col

Lucian’s POVThe first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the ceiling. It’s white, too white, and bright. The second thing I notice is that I can’t move without my whole body screaming in protest.I try anyway. My arms shake, my ribs burn, and when I push myself up, it feels like someone shoved a blade through my chest. I collapse back onto the bed with a grunt.“Careful.”The voice comes from my right. Calm. Feminine. Annoyingly unbothered.“You’ll tear the thread they stitched you up with,” she adds.I turn towards the voice to behold a light skinned lady with dark hair pulled back, glasses sliding down her nose, a book balanced on her lap as she scribbles notes. A healer. She doesn’t even look up when she speaks again.“I’ve already mindlinked the council members,” she says. “As per their request. They’ll be here soon.”I open my mouth to tell her I don’t need the damn council, but I don’t get the chance.The door bursts open.Silvia steps in first, regal as ever, her silver rob

Claw’s POVThe cold morning air bites at my skin as I stand on the training grounds, watching the fighters train. The sky is gray, heavy with the kind of silence that presses on your chest. My recruits, no, our recruits, stand in sloppy lines, their heads hanging, their shoulders slumped. Their wolves are restless, their eyes darting everywhere but at me.They look broken and scared.I grind my teeth. Broken wolves don’t survive.“Form tighter lines,” I bark, my voice cutting through the stillness like a whip. “If you can’t even stand straight, then you may as well dig your graves now. Balthazar won’t hesitate to put you in them.”A few flinch. Some straighten. Most just shift uneasily.Pathetic.I pace before them, arms folded, claws threatening to slide out of my skin. “I can smell it on you,” I snarl. “Doubt. Fear. Whispered words in the dark about whether Lucian can still lead you.” My chest tightens when I say his name. I push it down, bury it beneath fury. “You think because he

Chapter 89Luther ’s POVI pace back and forth in the damp cellar, fists clenching, jaw tight. The stink of rot doesn’t bother me anymore, it matches the bitterness boiling inside me. Too many loses I've taken from that asshole, Lucian. He's managed to take my two mates without even trying. Every time I close my eyes, I see his stupid face grinding with my mates standing behind him. My lip curls. “She was mine first,” I mutter to the shadows. “Fate doesn’t get to change its mind. She was mine.”“You talk too much,” a voice rasps from the corner.I spin around. The man sitting on a crate doesn’t flinch. He’s human. Mortal. But there’s nothing weak about him. His scarred face, his calm stare looks like someone who’s seen death and walked away laughing. A hunter. One of the men I’ve been searching for.I narrow my eyes. “And you listen too much.”He smirks. “That’s why I’m still alive.”I walk closer, sizing him up. Broad shoulders, faded tattoos across his arms. His clothes smell of o