บททั้งหมดของ The Rogue's Reluctant Mate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“Oh, did that hurt?” I cooed, circling him like a shark. The scent of his fear, his pain, was pungentI was enjoying this. More than I probably should. But then, Roric had earned every second of this. He, and his father before him, had built up a rather large debt of suffering. I was merely collecting, with interest. “Don’t worry, little brother. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He tried to get up, scrambling, his face contorted in agony. I let him. Let him think he still had a chance. Then, as he staggered to his feet, I moved. A blur. A flurry of strikes, each one targeted, each one precise. His ribs, his jaw, his solar plexus. I broke him down systematically, clinically. I could feel his bones give under my knuckles, hear his breath hitching, his groans turning into whimpers. The pack was silent now, watching in horrified fascination. This wasn’t a fight. This was a dissection. An execution. “You see, Roric,” I panted, my own adrenaline singing, but my mind cold

SELENA _______ The silence followed Roric’s death was heavier than the stones they’d tied to my ankles It was a thick, suffocating blanket of shock and terror, broken only by the ragged breaths of the survivors and the slow, steady drip of blood on stone. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Austin, on the bloody knife in his hand, on the corpse of their former Alpha cooling at his feet . He stood there, a dark king on a battlefield of his own making, his chest rising and falling steadily, his green eyes scanning the crowd with a chilling, detached assessment. Then, his gaze found me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He simply extended his blood smeared hand, his fingers curling in a silent, imperious command. 'Come' My heart was a wild drum against my ribs, the adrenaline of the fight still singing in my veins, mingling with a cold, terrifying triumph. I sheathed my own knives, the click of the metal loud in the stillness, and I walked towards him I stepped over the b

He reached out again, his clean hand this time, and tucked a stray strand of my blood spattered hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver through me, a complex mix of adrenaline, triumph, and that dark, relentless pull between us. Then he turned to address the pack, his arm sliding around my waist, pulling me tight against his side, a united front. “Let this be a lesson to you all!” his voice boomed, echoing with absolute authority. “The old corruption is purged! The BlackClaw pack is reborn tonight! Under my rule! Under our rule!” He gestured to me. “Your Alpha and your Luna! Our word is law! Our justice is absolute! Now, clear this filth away!” He gestured dismissively at the bodies. “The time for mourning the past is over. The time to build the future begins now.” The spell of silence broke. The pack surged into motion, not with cheers, but with a frantic, fearful efficiency. They began dragging away the bodies, cleaning the blood from the stone, their movements hurried, thei

We lay there for a long time, tangled together, slick with sweat, our hearts hammering against each other’s ribs, the aftershocks of pleasure and violence slowly fading. Eventually, he shifted his weight, rolling onto his side but keeping me pulled tight against him, one arm draped possessively across my waist. The furs were soft beneath us, the den quiet except for our slowing breaths. He was silent for a long time, just holding me, his fingers tracing idle, absent patterns on my hip. The frantic energy was gone, replaced by a deep, contemplative stillness. “It’s a start,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. “But it’s just a start, Selena. The hard work begins tomorrow.” “I know,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “They’ll test us,” he continued, his tone pragmatic, already shifting from lover back to Alpha. “There will be dissent. Challenges. The pack is weak, fractured. It will take time to rebuild. To make it strong again. To make it mine. Ours.” He fell sil

“Neutralized alpha?” Marcus asked, his voice tight. “Permanently, if necessary,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion. “I won’t tolerate a fifth column in my pack Marcus. You find them. You bring me their names. I’ll decide their fate.” He nodded, his face grim. “Understood.” “Now go. I’ll address the pack in one hour. In the Great Clearing. Make sure everyone is there.” He left, and I turned back to the den. Selena was stirring, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, disoriented for a second, then her gaze found me. The Luna mask slid back into place, but slower than before. There was a softness there, just for me. “Morning freckles” I said, walking over and handing her a cup of water. She sat up, the furs pooling around her waist. “Morning. What’s happening?” She took the cup, her fingers brushing mine. “The pack awaits its new Alpha and Luna,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We have to go give a performance.” She took a sip of water, her eyes scanning my face. “You