All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vikron's POV We're going hunting tonight,” I announced after the pack meeting with the pack leaders, hunters, and warriors. Skylanders pack was a home for everyone. A place where everyone was important and added value. They knew they always went hunting, but the announcement was made because I was going to join them. It had already been weeks since I joined my pack hunters during a hunt. Since the night after we found Camille, Skyla had dedicated her time to taking her hunting along with her team, which was my team. I had avoided any physical meetings with Camille to prevent rumors in the pack. She acted brave and strong like a loner, but I had seen her many times just staring at me. I wasn't interested in anything emotional or physical, especially not with her. But tonight felt different. The need to hunt was like an urgency. It felt like a pull—a drug I needed to taste again. The pack members at the meeting were cheering as I nodded and made my way toward the study. “I'm happ

Camille's POV I was sitting at the edge of the red bed sheet on the bed. I was mortified, to say the least. Slave? The hell! Did I look like one to him? I had had the gut feeling from the onset that this was a bad decision, but I had gone ahead and signed the damn contract. Now what? I get to be called a slave? That was worse than living the life of an omega! The door to the queen-sized room opened slightly, with Skyla peering in, half-smiling. She walked in quietly, only breaking the silence when she tried to clear her throat. “Hey.” “Hey.” “Ehmm, about tonight, I think.." "Please, I do not want to hear it, Skyla. Not tonight," I snapped. "You have to listen to me, Camille" she said placing both hands on my cheeks, pulling my face to look into her eyes "I don't want to!" I said, moving away from her "Alpha Vikron didn't mean what he said in the woods. I think he has a good re…” I wasn't ready for Skyla's diplomatic sessions, not tonight. "Just stop. Stop already! Why do y

I had failed. I had failed as a father. If I had done my duties disciplining Camille as I should have, none of this would have happened. I had sensed it that night. The unwillingness of the goddess to give her a wolf and her list of options to attend Aston-lakernhearth Academy to begin her hunting career. I had felt something was wrong, the same way I had felt when she had challenged my authority in front of Sigewuf. Conrad was right. I had given her the authority, a right to decide for herself, to make her own choices and now she had become the thorn in my flesh. Maybe I should have been more cruel, like most alphas, subjecting her to work like the omegas and keeping her away from the boys. Starving her of my love and attention had not been able to quell the wildfire in her eyes. I stood outside the pack, Sigewuf's letter in one hand, as Devon and Conrad arrived. The red sports car swiveled its way onto the grass, sending particles into the air. Conrad was the first

The Night Before ***** I had asked Roxan to get the slave rule, written by the council of elders after the Third War ended. I smiled, grazing the tip of my fingers on it. “Every slave, bond or free, wherever they were and whatever pack, could only be redeemed back by her true family with the proof of the sacred family bond or by a mate with the proof of a mate bond.” The stupid girl had gotten herself ensnared by the ghost of my past, but there was no time to think about that. Alpha Loeka had to step in. I asked Roxan to fax the law to Alpha Loeka. Smiling contentedly in my chair, I dialed his study. “Alpha Loeka on the line. Good evening.” His voice sounded testily. “Good evening to you too, Loeka. Did you get my fax?” He exhaled deeply. “I just did, Sigewuf.” “You see, I won't be able to redeem your daughter back from the vicious alpha who now has her in his grip as a slave because your daughter couldn't wait for the mating ceremony.” “And your point is?” Loeka asked, wasp

Camille's POV My hand was still on the handle of the door with the teal inscription on it: “Dr. Skyla.” She wasn't here either. The door of Skyla's office was firmly shut. This morning, she had left even before I woke up. My shoulders slumped awkwardly, the weight of frustration from Ariella's words pressing heavily on me. I did not want to ask Vikron about Skyla's whereabouts. He had information about everyone and their locations. They possessed an extensive amount of data and could retrieve any detail if they so demanded. Alpha privilege. I sank into the row of chairs beside the door. I didn't want to return to the pack house just yet. The sterile scent of chemicals and the constant beeping were the only features of this place. I hated hospitals. It was the last place I had visited with Grandma Noa before the funeral—a place that drained life, stole memories, and fostered grief. I grabbed the sleek black clutch purse, adorned with shimmering faux diamond stones. Skyla had