All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Camille's POV Vikron didn’t move at first.He just looked at me.Not with shock.Not with confusion.But with a cold, steel-hard, dangerous focus.“Camille.” Vikron's hands stilled as he said my name with that cadence. “Why would you have to choose?”“I don't know,” I said, getting fed up with his question as another acidic bile rushed up my throat.Skyla pushed the bucket forward again as I drained another bitter content inside.I felt his energy shift, his gaze narrowed. “That's a lie.” Fury framed the lines on his face.“Since you know it is, just leave me alone,” I fired, suddenly irritated at everything.He rose. His tall frame towered over me—dominating and overpowering.Skyla tensed beside me, like she suddenly wasn't sure which side to take or who needed protecting from the other.“Skyla, excuse us. Now.” He ordered—not in a loud way, but enough to send Skyla to her feet. Cold shivers ran down her spine.I didn't bother to stop Skyla this time. I was far too drained to even t

MelindaThe problem with war was never just the blood or the bodies.It was the uncertainty of its end, and the bitter fruit of the losses it demanded.Melinda felt that truth burning in her soul as she jolted awake, breath tight, sleep refusing to return. A cold ripple moved through her chest, sharp enough to sting. Someone was slipping away. She could feel it… but she couldn’t tell who.Pushing back the sheets, she slipped out of bed and stepped into the inner chamber of the dome.The night watchers were still positioned on the polished floor, hands interlinked, lips moving in low, fluid chants. Their spells hung thick in the air, like incense, pressing against the walls with every whispered syllable.Melinda’s gaze drifted, finally landing on Camille.Curled on her small bed, she slept deeply, the herbal potion mercifully quieting the hours of agony that had racked her body earlier. For now, she looked peaceful. Fragile. Unaware.“Princess Melinda.”The voice came from behind, soft

MelindaThe blood-tasty bitch—her nemesis, the eternal curse of the witches.“Still as sensitive as always,” Rosalind chuckled, wickedness curling at the edges of her voice.Melinda didn’t answer. What was there to say? She could feel Rosalind’s hatred—even now, after all these years.Hatred that started with Alexa Woodland and twisted itself into an obsession so vile it sought to wipe out everything connected to her.“You killed him,” Melinda hissed through clenched teeth.Rosalind gasped dramatically, one hand to her chest as her sugary smile dropped.“Touchè.”“Melinda,” she cooed, feigning innocence, “that’s certainly no way to greet an old friend after so many years. How could you accuse me of something so awful?”The false sweetness cracked.Her lips twitched. Her mask fell.“Maybe it’ll interest you to know your fellow witches did the honors. I certainly don’t know how these magic spells work, you know…”Melinda’s fist coiled tight as she lunged, but her body stopped mid-motion

Camille's POV Sigewuf’s lunge was desperate. violent. Nothing like the cowardly posture he’d always carried.Starting with the nearest enemy Lycan, Sigewuf’s claws sliced clean through flesh. His fist punched into its chest, ripping its heart free.Swift.Bloodied.Another silver bullet tore through the air but froze mid-flight between Sena’s fingers.Her speed was blinding, unnatural by a million seconds, and it felt good.Devon stood firm on both feet. I didn’t attack.Not yet.I wanted to serve him a little torture, something feral, animalistic, and utterly untamed.Devon lunged. Sharp claws dragged across the ground as he crouched, then leaped, landing with a force that made the earth tremble beneath his paws.Sena didn’t flinch. Her eyes were sharp, alert.Then the air shifted; tilted,charged.A shrill, piercing sound exploded, deafening and lethal.A sound no Lycan should ever hear.A torture to the mind.I saw Sigewuf clap his hands over his ears. Vikron stood rigid, refusing