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

Camille Every meeting with her father—Alpha Loeka had always included her brothers; Devon and Conrad. Camille could tell something was definitely off. She arched a brow. “Apparently, it's my business now,” she quipped. “Rather than stand here arguing with your mother, which is a proof of your arrogance and rebellion, you should know better than to keep your father waiting. You have five minutes more,” Rosalind said, her fake smile cracking rapidly as she walked away. “Whatever,” Camille muttered, heaving a sigh of relief. With her mother gone, she pressed her palm moist with sweat to her face. What special guest did her father need her there for? Pulling her hair back into its strap, she hurried toward Alpha Loeka's study. If she needed answers, there was no point in boxing her brain for something it had no idea about. Two more strides and she would be in front of his study when an unfamiliar, languid smell hit her nostrils. Camille, this wasn't unusual. her sense of s

Camille Alpha Sigewuf laughed dryly, ran a hand through his thick, unruly black hair, the strands slipping between his fingers. “What the hell is this?" He sneered, "how could the gods even consider a joke like this? I, Alpha Sigewuf of the Darkstar pack, with a wolfless mate?” bitter edge sharpening his voice. The venom in his words were meant to sting, his fingers stabbing outward in angry accusation. And they did. “You!" His anger flashed, "Why are you still standing here?” Camille opened her eyes, feeling the rush of emotions surge within her chest. But, as she'd learned long ago, she wasn't going to succumb, not even to him. "Where else would you have me stand?" She asked, defying the unspoken rules between lycans and wolves—the rule to submit. She wasn’t going to cower in fear or bow in submission. Alpha Sigewuf scoffed aloud, taking a step back to look from alpha Loeka to Camille. How bold of her. He thought. He had never met a proud, audacious woman before, more l

Camille Wincing as she pulled the scarf over her head and tying the knot securely beneath her chin, Camille deliberately averted her gaze from the mirror, unwilling to confront the brutal reality of her reflection after the fall— all thanks to Alpha Loeka. She would need to visit a healer soon because of the wounds. Exhaling sharply, Camille dropped the small blue box onto the bed. She started with the sturdy dresser. "Oh, Camille, my dear," Rosalind’s shrill, high-pitched voice broke from behind as she made her way into the room, arms outstretched for a hug. "Don't you dare touch me!" Camille snapped, the anger in her voice was unmistakable. She continued packing, not bothering to turn and face Rosalind. Rosalind Loeka stood there, visibly stunned. Her lips tilted, slowly, a small smile dancing on her lips. As if gathering her courage, she quickened her pace, dropping on the bed, "Oh, goodness, you poor thing! You're hurt, but shouldn’t you know better than to have quest

After twenty months of being in Darkstar, one thing was crystal clear, Sigewuf would never value her. Never love her. "Do your job! I need an heir" he'd screamed at her before storming out that morning yeah, it was her job, after all that had been the reason for the contract. And now, a text message from him. Was this something good? Something to be excited about? Camille stared at her reflection in the mirror, she didn't feel like going out. But Sigewuf had sent the text. "District gala tonight. 6pm sharp." Camille stared at the plain text, emotionless and business-like. This wasn't a marriage—it was a job she'd been hired for. A bad deal that wasn't going as planned. Alpha Loeka had not failed to remind her of how useless she was. Rosalind had never called or checked up on her. She was on her own. The message was clear. Wolfless and now, barren. Camille dapped another layer of makeup on. She was going for a nude effect tonight. Something simple. She didn't want any unneces

"Where is she?!" The roar shook the dining hall. An elite member of the Powerblocks slammed his palm down with such force the oak table splintered. Cracks raced across its surface. Sigewuf didn’t flinch outwardly, but inside, something shifted. He felt his skin crawl. That tone—razor-sharp, ice-cold, was deadly. Calm. Breathe. Still your heartbeat. They’re listening. Don’t let them hear fear He truly didn’t know where she was. When he returned home that night, she wasn't there. None of the guards had seen her come back. No scent. No shadow. Nothing. It was as if she had vanished. He had ordered a full-scale search, and still, nothing. "She’s gone," he said, voice flat, even though fear twisted in his chest. A woman in red lifted her brow slowly, mockingly. "When you say gone, Sigewuf… define it." "Dead? Kidnapped?" another demanded. "Has she awakened? Is that what you’re hiding?" The questions came like daggers thrown in rapid succession.Too fast. Too many. He had no answ