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—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's POV I took a final, scrutinizing glance at the contract Lex had left on the table before storming out, my mind set on the south, toward Ashton-Lakenheath.With urgency coursing through me, I had instructed Lex—my 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 is ready, Alpha," Beta Roxan linked me through our pack's connection, his tone steady."Tell Lex and two others to follow in the second car," I commanded, my voice firm."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 we decided to use marriage as bait to form an alliance with the White Moon pack.Khona, my wolf, was in a frenzy, insistin

Third Person******"The goddamn bitch!" Sigewuf cursed, slamming his room door shut. His expression remained cold and impenetrable.He strode towards the silverware table, pouring a bottle of whiskey into his shot glass. He gulped it down quickly, some of the liquid tracing a path through his thin beard. Pounding the shot glass onto the table, it shattered with a sharp thud.Broken pieces lay scattered everywhere, with some fragments digging into his palm. He pulled each shard out, wincing from the pain, though each wound healed with remarkable speed. His rage intensified with every passing second. He knocked the whiskey bottle onto the floor, the ring on his index finger leaving a crack before it even landed."How could she!" He screamed into the empty air.A knock then sounded at the door. The only one who would dare approach was Beta Roxan."Is everything alright?" Roxan inquired from the other side of the door.Sigewuf turned the handle, pushing the door open just wide enough, hi

Camille's POV Suddenly, I felt as if the air in the room had become heavy with tension. For what felt like an eternity, no one spoke. I felt disoriented, unsure of how to think or process my thoughts. I needed to escape from these people who spoke as if they were stoic, assembling too many pieces into one small puzzle. I moved backward toward the bed, away from those unfamiliar eyes watching my every move. Suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet, I sank onto the bed, put my head in my hands, and tried to replay every word in my mind, but it was too thick to penetrate. Grandma Noa had told me countless stories before her death, and Vikron's was one of them. I had dismissed it as one of her tales, but I never spoke of it to her face. And after many years, that tale was the reality standing in front of me—my reality. The traitor and banished alpha becomes what? My savior for just a few hours, and now a trap? The sight of their reflection snapped me back to the present moment. I kne

Sigewuf's POV It was already a week since Camille escaped from the pack. None of the pack soldiers had been able to find her. I had all the guards within the mansion on duty fed wolfsbane and then placed in the dark cell. Useless lot of them. How could they have allowed her to escape? If they survived, it would be their miracle. Peering from the window of the room Coryn had kept Camille in that night, I knew she could jump from this height, but I couldn't understand why there was no scent of her anywhere. I had ordered everyone to stay away from the room just in case their scent could mix with any trace of hers. Every wolf had a scent. In fact, once a wolf changed into their form, it was easier to pick up their scent. I sat on the bed, moving my claws over the spot where she had fallen that night. There was nothing—no scent, no sign she had lain there except for the rumpled areas. Alpha Loeka had come all the way from the south to help search for her. He couldn't be st