Semua Bab Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Camille’s POV** I love to watch the sun set—not because it's such a beauty to behold, but because I hope tomorrow comes, and I can watch it end without it becoming my end. I scribbled in my old, leathery diary, a gift from my grandmother, before clapping it shut. I had no idea what inspired my thought process, but I had developed a habit of writing whatever came to mind. Moving my thumb over my temple, I tried to relieve the headache threatening to chop off my brain as I walked toward the balcony of the pack's den. I was fine. Literally. An indifferent kind of fine with a little touch of anxiety. At least I had been better before my mother had requested my presence downstairs, abruptly canceling my scheduled practice with Devon on short notice, totally ignoring the frown on my face as she informed me of a sudden meeting I had with my father. My gaze swept across the territory as I stood there. This was the land I had been born into, meant to fight for and alongside. Ashton/Lak

. *******Sigweuf****** 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 voice came through the pack link "Tell Lex and two others to follow in the second car," Alpha Sigewuf commanded, it was what he did. Command and sat back to watch others scurry to fulfil his desire. "Understood, Alpha," he replied before the connection severed. A sickening unease churned violently in the pit of my stomach, a feeling that had taken root the night they deci

Camille's POV ****** “Stop! Don't come any closer or I'll scream,” I said, moving closer to the towel rack. He laughed hysterically, then continued towards where I stood. “I'd love to hear what you sound like when you do.” Before his hand could touch me, I reached for a towel from the rack and snapped his wrist. But he was bigger and faster, pulling my hand and the towel at the same time as I landed my butt on the floor. He stood over me, raising his brows slowly and cunningly to my face as he inspected my body on the floor. “I like how feisty you are. I think you'll enjoy showing me more of that in bed.” Slap! It was quick, hot and damn painful. He pulled my hair, dragging me towards the bathroom. “Please, don't do this,” I said, fighting to pull away from his grip. His hand on my neck as he drew me up, the other hand holding my hair as he pulled tighter. His breath on my face made me feel sick. The cold air in the room suddenly made me feel even worse. “Alpha, please! D

Camille's POV The weekend rolled by so fast, with me sitting out the anxiety that was eating up my insides. “Hey, you're ready to move?” Dr. Skyla asked the moment I showed up at the breakfast table. I shrugged. “I guess so.” Drinking from the plain teacup in front of her, she said, “You need to put that probability aside and get yourself certain,” giving me a half-smile. Dr. Skyla drove me to the academy, all the way giving reminders and prep talks I didn't think I enjoyed listening to, but I made an effort to thank her when I slightly exited the car. Turning on the map on the new iPhone Dr. Skyla had handed to me as a gift—she had seen my old, rickety radio-style phone from that night. It had fallen out of the backpack and even gotten squashed by one of the rogues. I found the secretary of the admissions council—blue-haired, with streaks of white on the short fringe hanging over her forehead. “Hi. Good morning.” “Morning,” her pitch unreasonably high. “What are you here fo

Camille's POV I woke up with a burning fever. It had to be the stress from long hours of practice and the strain of late-night reading. Exams were just two days away. I had been preparing so diligently. I couldn't afford to fail. I had many impressions to make—to Dr. Skyla, and Alpha Vikron, who had saved my life, and to the least person, who in many ways also felt like the top of them all—Father. He had shown up the next day after my sudden encounter with Conrad, intent on causing a scene. I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand up as I recalled his words: “You wouldn't make it here!” "I'm sure you slept your way in,” he had said, confidently, implying I would fail. How could anyone feel so threatened by another person's success or progress? Why did Father see me as a threat? I needed to prove him wrong. I wouldn't fail. I couldn't fail. Dragging myself out of bed, I took a quick shower and headed down for breakfast at the long dining table. I had expected to find onl