All Chapters of THE ROGUE, THE ALPHA AND ME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That night, the city was wrapped in silence, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and distant hum of traffic. Elaina lay in her bed, eyes wide open as the mysterious markings seemed to glow faintly in the moonlight streaming through her window. Exhaustion tugged at her limbs, but sleep remained elusive. As the clock ticked past midnight, a whisper brushed against her consciousness — a voice soft and commanding, echoing from the depths of her mind. “Remember who you are, Queen of Fire and Moon.” The words wove through her dreams, mingling with fragments of forgotten memories — battles fought under blood-red skies, ancient crowns heavy with power, and flames dancing in the darkness. In her dream, she saw herself standing atop a cliff, the moon full and bright overhead. Her hair whipped wildly in the wind, and in her hands, fire flickered and danced with fierce grace. The vision shattered abruptly, and Elaina woke with a start, heart racing, breath shallow. She lay still, the e

Elaina was still kneeling, trembling beside the scorched ashes of the hybrid. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she stared at her hands—still flickering with embers of golden flame. Suddenly, the air around her shifted again. A low growl echoed through the alley. No… not again. Two more creatures emerged from the shadows—wolf-witch hybrids like the last, but larger, faster. Their limbs were gnarled, magic leaking like black smoke from their misshapen bodies. Their eyes glowed crimson, and their claws scraped the concrete as they closed in around her like vultures. Elaina pushed herself up, staggering, but she was too weak—her powers flickering in and out like a dying flame. I can’t do this again. Not alone… The first hybrid leapt toward her with a roar— CRASH! A blur of black fur slammed into it mid-air, tossing the creature into the wall with a bone-crunching thud. The second hybrid barely had time to react before a flash of white darted through the alley, pinning it

Warmth. The scent of old wood, cinnamon… and something else—something darker. Elaina’s eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes trembling like wings. Her gaze roamed over the unfamiliar ceiling, high and painted with stars. Where… am I? Her heart skipped. She sat up abruptly, clutching the silky sheets as the memories of last night flooded back—fire crackling around her, the sharp claws of the hybrid witch-wolf slicing through air, her hands erupting with flame—and then… the wolves. Two of them. One black. One white. Lucien… and Valen. Her breath caught in her throat. The room was grand but felt eerily silent. Velvet curtains let in shafts of morning light. Ancient paintings hung crooked on the walls, and a silver sword lay propped casually in the corner. Before she could rise fully, the door creaked open. Lucien entered like a storm that had learned to walk in silence—hair tousled, eyes unreadable, dressed in a deep black shirt rolled to his elbows. “You’re awake.” His voice was

Kade paced along the outer corridor of the mansion, his coat flaring slightly with each turn. The moonlight filtering through the windows cast pale lines on the stone floor. Finally, he returned to the study where Lucien waited, standing before the hearth with arms crossed.“There’s something,” Kade began. “The guards… they saw someone.”Lucien’s eyes snapped to him. “Who?”“A woman. Hooded. She didn’t come close enough for anyone to get a clear look—just stood at the forest’s edge. Watching.”Lucien’s jaw tensed. “Did she leave anything behind?”“Just the envelope. No tracks. No scent.” Kade paused. “Whoever she is, she’s powerful enough to mask everything. This wasn’t just a warning—it was a test. She’s playing a long game.”Lucien turned away, his voice low. “She’ll regret it.”Just as the tension in the room thickened, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing through the marble hallway.Kade frowned. “Someone’s here.”A knock rang from the main door.Lucien was alr

The fire wasn’t natural. It clung to the walls like living tendrils, dancing and licking up the furniture. Her bed was surrounded by a circle of flames that crackled hungrily, growing higher by the second.She leapt to her feet, but the fire blocked the door. She tried the windows—they wouldn’t budge.Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.“No, no—what’s happening?!”She screamed.The heat became unbearable, singeing her skin even from a distance. Her breath came in gasps. The smoke filled her lungs.“Elaina!” a voice called in her mind—not through the flames, but inside her head.She stumbled backward, coughing. Her eyes burned.I’m going to die, she thought. Here. Like this.Then—A low growl echoed through the blaze.From the corner of the room, a brilliant white wolf emerged through the fire, its golden eyes glowing with fury and panic. The flames didn’t touch him. They moved around him, as if repelled by his presence.Elaina’s breath hitched.“Valen…”She whispered the name like