All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Camille's POV “I love to watch the sun set. Certainly not for it's beauty or breathtaking spectacle, but because I hope tomorrow arrives, and I can witness it fade without it becoming my end.” I inscribed these words into my old, battered diary, a cherished gift from my grandmother, before snapping it shut with a soft finality. I had no clue what sparked these thoughts, but I’d cultivated a habit of jotting down whatever floated through my mind. You could call it a small act of rebellion or refuge. I had no idea which was wielding my thoughts. Moving my thumb over my temple, I tried to soothe the pounding headache threatening to fracture my skull as I made my way toward the balcony of the pack’s den. I was fine. Truly. An indifferent sort of fine, tinged with a flicker of anxiety. At least, I’d like to believe I had been better before my mother’s abrupt summons pulled me downstairs, abruptly canceling my carefully planned practice with Devon. She dismissed my frown as she rela

Camille's POV “M A R R I A G E ?” The word was threatening to choke the life out of me. This was one thing I had never anticipated. I had made it abundantly clear, even to the men in the pack, that I wasn’t ready to let any supposed ship sail. The word echoed through my mind, causing a tempest of chaos that made my insides churn. I craved to scream, to lash out, to grab hold of something, anything, yet my feet felt cemented to the floor. My body was unwilling, refused to respond; I couldn’t even feel it anymore. Opening my mouth to voice a protest, I snapped it shut when no words came out. Why did my tongue always betray me at the most critical moments? Father was still droning on, but my mind was floating away. Snap! Like a jolt of electricity, I jolted back to reality when I felt gentle tremors coursing through my fingers. “What…?” The word exploded from my lips. With a quick turn of my head, a derisive snicker escaped my lips. “This is some kind of joke, right, Father?” I

********** Sigewuf *********** Alpha Sigewuf took a final, scrutinizing glance at the contract Lex had emailed him that morning before storming out. He had one goal today, as his mind stayed fixed on the south—toward Aston-Lakenheath; Camille. He had instructed Lex—his gamma—to relay a crucial message to Alpha Loeka: "The marriage contract cannot be broken under any circumstances, and if it is broken, the defaulter will face severe consequences." The girl was stubborn, like a wildfire that couldn’t be contained. I needed something to solidify my grip over this marriage. “The car's ready, Alpha,” Beta Roxan’s voice came through the pack link. “Tell Lex and two others to follow in the second car,” Alpha Sigewuf commanded. That was what he did—commanded—and then sat back to watch others scurry to fulfill his desire. “Understood, Alpha,” he replied before the connection severed. A sickening unease churned violently in the pit of his stomach—a feeling that had taken root the night

Camille's POV ************* Alpha Sigewuf sat beside me, only sparing me a fleeting glance before fixing his eyes back on the iPad in his hand. I had no idea when I had fallen asleep, but I could feel an oppressive presence hanging above me, forcing my puffy eyes open. The words left my mouth before I could even think: “What exactly do you think you're doing?” The look on his face grew taut, cold and unyielding. “Get down!” Alpha Sigewuf stepped back. “And watch your tone!” PRIDE. There it was. Alpha Sigewuf had an abundance of it, and even the tiniest stain on that pride was a trigger. “You should know better than to stare directly at a woman while she naps,” I said with equal sass. As I tried to lift my hand to get up, our hands brushed against each other, just slightly. It felt like an electric shock as we immediately pulled away, our eyes locking. Yes, there was an undeniable attraction between us, but if it had anything to do with a mate bond, I had absolutely no id

Camille's POV Losing my virginity to a man who had clearly thought I was useless except for breeding pups had never been how I envisioned things. But here I was. I have no spitting idea of how anyone can harbor even a single spare room in their heart for anyone other than their mate. And I know I am expected to cry, tissues at the ready, while I lay patiently waiting for my Lycan mate to come for me. But no. Sitting in this new room, I feel nothing but contempt for him. The thought of my body aching for him desperately, and his touch, is the biggest regret I carry. I have no desire to share my bed with him anymore, but the mate bond—something he assumes we have, is the only thing keeping me here. I stare out the window, watching his pack train and go about their business, preparing for the mating ceremony tonight. ‘Is this what my life is going to be like from now on?’ I sit at the window for hours, refusing to go down for lunch when Lana comes knocking or to see the