All Chapters of He Banished Me to the Rogue: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I jumped out of the Bugatti’s back seat, the cold air biting through the thin fabric of my dress. My voice, no longer trembling with emotion, had settled into a dead calm. “Alpha Joe, Beta Steve, you must have had a hard time traveling all this way.” My gaze dropped to the filthy hem of my dress, stained with the dirt of this rogue den. “Five years is a long time. I’ve gotten used to it.” “This place suits me just fine. I don’t miss home anymore.” Joe’s lips pressed into a thin line, his wolf’s energy crackling faintly in the air. “And besides,” I continued, glancing at the sleek, spotless car beside us, “I’m covered in dirt and filth. Wouldn’t want to stain your precious Bugatti.” Alpha Joe’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath, trying to leash his growing anger. “Julia Barrett,” he growled, his voice low and threatening, “what exactly are you trying to say?” “I think I’m saying it pretty clearly,” I replied, crossing my arms. Joe’s composure finally snapped

I still remember the day Penny decided to become the poster child for ridiculous bravery. She stood before the Rogue King, her chin tilted in that defiant way that could only mean one thing—she was about to make a colossal mistake. And boy, did she deliver.She called him a "barbaric mongrel," publicly scorning him in front of his own rogues. I swear, even the wolves watching from the shadows flinched at her audacity.The Rogue King’s golden eyes glowed with fury. "If Penny isn’t sent to Rogue Den to answer for her insolence, Midnight Ridge Pack will face my wrath. My wolves will raze your lands until nothing remains but ashes and regrets."That was the first time I saw Penny lose her composure. Her face went pale, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I don’t afraid going," she whispered, her voice trembling in just the right way to tug at heartstrings. "But… I can’t bear to leave my brother, my father, and my mother."Cue the dramatic silence as everyone looked at me like I was

That night, Beta Steve came looking for me, carrying a small bottle of medicine in his hand . I smelled him before I saw him—the mint and pine of his musk still clinging to my memories from years ago. It used to make my heart race. Now, it just made my wolf growl low and annoyed. When he finally stood before me, his brows knit, he sighed. “Julia, must you always be so stubborn? A simple apology would have ended all of this. Why make things so difficult?” “You’re acting like a slave on purpose, aren’t you? Just to stab Joe and Penny in the heart?” I curved my lips into the faintest hint of a smile. Did they even have a heart when it came to me? Back in Midnight Ridge Pack, I used to love listening to Beta Steve’s patient guidance. I had trusted him completely, relied on him. I had called him “Steve” with warmth and sincerity. Until the day he held a bloodied Penny in his arms, his expression filled with frantic worry, while his gaze toward me was as cold and sharp as a

People live for themselves, don’t they? From the moment I first laid eyes on Xavier, I knew—he was my one chance to shed the stink of sheep and the chains of slavery. Two winters ago. The wind that day was like shards of glass, biting into my skin as I herded the sheep to find the last scraps of winter grass. Most of it was dead, buried under snow, but I didn’t have the luxury of returning empty-handed. That’s when they came. Panthera tigris. Not ordinary beasts, but sleek, razor-toothed monsters bred by Rogue Den’s royal family. Their fur shimmered under the weak sun, their low growls sending shivers down my spine. Even the most battle-hardened werewolves gave these predators a wide berth. The sheep scattered, bleating in terror. And before I knew it, one of the Panthera tigris lunged at them. Instinct took over—I threw myself between the beast and the flock. I barely registered the pain as its claws raked my ankle, shredding through skin and sinew like parchment. It’s

Early the next morning, I retrieved my identification card from the slave manager. The rogues, who usually found great joy in making my life miserable, handed it over without a fight. Suspiciously easy. I half-expected a trap, but instead of questioning it, I clutched the card to my chest. Five years. Five long, miserable years of being less than dirt, and now I was finally free. I would live for myself this time. Back in my hotel room, my newfound optimism was swiftly crushed. My suitcase lay open on the floor, my belongings scattered. A quick check revealed the worst—at the very bottom of the suitcase, Xavier’s medicine was missing. Over the years in the rogue den, my body had been wrecked—overworked, poisoned by wolfsbane, chained in silver. My wolf, weakened by prolonged suffering, could no longer shift. Every flare-up nearly cost me my life. If not for Xavier secretly providing me with medicine and care, I wouldn’t have lasted long enough for them to regret abandoning