Todos los capítulos de THE ROGUE, THE ALPHA AND ME: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The bed was empty. "What do you mean he’s gone?" Elaina’s voice echoed through the ER. The night nurse looked pale. "He vanished. I turned for one second, and the bed was empty. No discharge, no alarm, nothing on the cameras." Elaina’s brows furrowed. “What about security? Or police?” “Security swept the floor. He’s nowhere. And the police haven’t even arrived yet.” Elaina stared at the now-immaculate bed like it was mocking her. Her chest tightened with unease. Whoever that man was, he wasn’t normal. One hour earlier….. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above as Dr. Elaina Rivers leaned over the emergency room table, her gloves soaked in crimson. The hospital was unusually quiet for a Friday night in Crescent Hollow—a city where quiet usually meant something bad was brewing in the shadows. "BP dropping—he’s bleeding out fast!" the nurse called out, pressing the gauze harder against the patient’s chest. “I need a clamp—now!” Elaina barked, her voice focused but urgent. He

The ballroom glittered like a dream—golden chandeliers, endless marble, a string quartet playing a haunting tune. Elaina stepped out of the town car in a deep emerald gown that clung to her curves. Her long hair had been pinned into elegant waves, a few loose tendrils brushing her collarbone. Next to her, Daisy was radiant in navy blue, eyes wide as they took in the grandeur. “Don’t faint,” Daisy whispered. “We’re just… mingling with billionaires.” Elaina managed a smile, though her nerves crackled beneath her skin. They barely made it past the main hall when a sudden hush fell over the crowd. A man entered. Tall. Broad. Dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that shimmered subtly like dark smoke. Lucien Blackthorn. He was carved from ice—his features cruelly handsome, his eyes obsidian. When those eyes scanned the room and landed on her, something in Elaina’s chest stuttered. Her breath hitched. Lucien walked straight toward her, the crowd parting instinctively. “Elaina Rive

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of Elaina’s small apartment. She stirred awake, a dull ache in her head like she'd been dreaming too hard. She blinked at the ceiling, confusion furrowing her brows. “What… happened last night?” She sat up slowly. Daisy left early. I walked. Then… Wolves. The image flashed in her mind. Silver eyes. Snarling teeth. A massive black blur. Her heart skipped. “No,” she whispered. “That couldn’t be real. Maybe just a dream.” She shook it off, went to the kitchen, trying to focus on her routine—coffee, toast, ignore the chill crawling up her spine. But then— She froze. Right by the front door, where her shoes had been tossed the night before… A large muddy paw print. Much too big for any dog. Her breath hitched. She knelt down, fingers hovering over the print. Still wet. Her heart pounded in her chest. “Not a dream…” she whispered. Something deep inside her stirred. Not fear—something else. Recognition. The hospital lights b

The city was unusually quiet, the streets cast in a pale wash of lamplight. Elaina walked briskly, her mind tangled with memories she couldn’t place—visions of blood-stained battlefields and a crown she’d never worn. Her fingers clenched around the strap of her bag as she turned onto a narrow alley—a shortcut she always took. But tonight, it felt… off. Too quiet. Too still. Then the silence shattered. Gunfire erupted ahead. Screams echoed. A black car swerved violently, crashing into a lamppost as bullets flew from the tinted windows of another vehicle. Men in suits with silver rifles stormed the pavement, shooting at a target Elaina couldn’t see. Her blood ran cold. She ducked behind a dumpster, heart hammering in her chest. What the hell is going on?! A sharp cry tore through the chaos. One of the shooters spotted her. “There’s a witness!” He raised his gun. Time slowed. Panic froze her—until something snapped. A force erupted inside her, pulsing with raw power. Her eye

That night, Elaina sat by her apartment window, the black rose resting on the windowsill as rain tapped a steady rhythm against the glass. Her fingers traced the petals, cold and strangely alive beneath her touch. Suddenly, a sharp, burning sensation shot through her hand. She gasped, pulling back just as her vision shifted, and a memory burst through the fog of her mind. She was somewhere else—beneath a blood-red moon that bathed the earth in an eerie glow. A man stood before her, his golden eyes blazing with intensity. It was Valen. Without a single word, he closed the distance, his hand sliding to the back of her neck with a possessive heat. His lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding, stealing her breath as if he’d waited centuries for this moment. The kiss was fire—deep, slow, and consuming—his tongue teasing hers with a rhythm that sent shivers racing down her spine. His grip tightened, pulling her flush against him, their bodies melting together in a heat that blurred