All Chapters of The Rogue's Reluctant Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SELENA_____A year.Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days of being unmade and remade in Austin Kaelen’s image.Or maybe, just stripped bare to the monster that had always lurked beneath my Omega skin. The girl who’d been dragged to the Grayling River, weighted with stones, was a ghost. A faint, pathetic whisper in the past. I didn’t mourn her. She’d been too weak to save our parents. Too weak to survive..I stood in the center of Austin’s private training field, the early morning mist curling around my ankles. My breathing was even, controlled, despite the rigorous katas I’d just completed with the twin fighting knives he’d given me. They felt like extensions of my own hands now, cold, sharp, and deadly. My body was a weapon— honed, conditioned, responsive. My mind? Sharper still. Colder. Rachel’s lessons in human chatter and Miss Albright’s academic drills had layered a veneer of civility over the core of ruthless pragmatism Austin had cultivated. I could smile, ma

As we drew closer to the Whisperwind Peaks, the air grew colder, the forests denser. This was pack territory. My old home. And The place of my nightmares. The tension in the car became almost unbearable. My wolf was on high alert, every nerve ending tingling. I could smell the familiar scents of the forest, the river, the faint, distant tang of werewolf. Austin pulled the Rover off the main track, onto a barely visible trail that wound deep into the woods, the same one he’d used the night he’d saved me. He drove without lights, navigating the treacherous terrain with an uncanny skill. “We’re close,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble. He cut the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the distant howl of a lone wolf. Not one of ours. A wild one. “The Sunken Veil Falls are another two hours on foot from here,” he continued, his eyes scanning the darkness. “We’ll make camp for a few hours, rest. Approach the pack lands under

“When do we move?” she asked “Tonight. Under cover of darkness. We’ll approach the falls from the south ridge. It’s treacherous, but less likely to be heavily patrolled.” I paused. “Are you ready for this Selena? Truly ready? Once we step onto pack land, there’s no turning back. It’s kill or be killed.” “I told youAustin,” she said, her voice low and steady, her eyes like chips of amber in the dim light. “I was born for this.” Her certainty, her unwavering focus… it was a strange comfort. She wasn’t just a weapon I’d forged. She was...a partner in this. A very dangerous, very capable partner. And my mate. The thought still jarred, even after all this time. But the possessiveness that came with it, the primal urge to protect her, to claim her, it was undeniable. Especially now, on the brink of war. Especially now when I was about to take my rightful place as the alpha. The day passed in a tense, simmering silence. We checked our gear, ate sparingly, conserved our energy. I sp

I continued my assault, my tongue relentless, my fingers now joining in, parting her, exploring her wet heat, stretching her, preparing her. Her whimpers turned into small, broken sobs, her body thrashing beneath me. The desperation in her, the sheer, unadulterated need.... it was intoxicating. Finally, when I could feel her inner muscles clenching, spasming, when her cries became incoherent, desperate pleas, I focused all my attention on that single, throbbing point of her pleasure. My tongue moved with a fierce, targeted precision. Her orgasm, when it finally ripped through her, was a violent, shattering thing. She screamed, a raw, animalistic sound that was swallowed by the night, her body convulsing, her nails digging into my scalp. I held her down, my mouth still fused to her, drinking in her release, feeling the powerful aftershocks rack her small frame. She lay panting beneath me, boneless, trembling, her eyes glazed, unfocused. Sweat slicked her skin, mingling with the sce

He led the way down into the valley, the roar of the falls growing louder, drowning out all other sound. The air was thick with mist, clinging to us, soaking our clothes. We reached the base of the falls, a maelstrom of churning water and deafening noise. “The entrance is behind the main cascade, about halfway up.” Austin yelled over the roar. “There’s a ledge, usually slick with moss. We’ll need to climb. The spray will cover our scent, mostly.” Climbing the wet, slippery rocks beside a thundering waterfall was terrifying. My fingers, raw and aching, scrabbled for purchase. The spray blinded me, the noise disoriented me. But Austin was there, a dark shape just ahead, his presence a strange sort of reassurance. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, as if daring the elements to defy him. He found the ledge, a narrow, treacherous path hidden behind the curtain of water. It led into a dark, damp tunnel that smelled of wet rock and something wolf. The scent was strong