All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vikron mindlinked Demuel to drive them back to his private mansion. Neither he nor Camille said a word throughout the entire ride home. Demuel kept glancing at them through the rearview mirror, feeling the thick, oppressive tension sitting between them. The electric gates parted as the car rolled in. Camille was out first, almost as if she couldn’t wait another second. She darted ahead into the mansion and slammed her bedroom door shut with a heavy, echoing thud. Vikron didn't look up from the iPad in his hand. He lingered in the car, signing off a few urgent files from his mail. When he finally looked up, his gaze collided with Demuel’s in the mirror. A sudden burn seared across the black bracelet in his hand. The golden hue flickered back into his eyes. Strange. It had never happened before. He lifted his gaze sharply. “Send for Melinda.” Demuel nodded once and drove off the moment Vikron stepped out of the car. Vikron had to find out who Camille truly was. He didn’t kn

Twenty years ago, when the war between Lycans and witches began, everything Melinda had ever known had burned. She'd lost everything. War was evil. It stole without mercy. It felt people scarred. The witches’ enclave had fallen in a single night. Prince Zander Owle—her only brother, the pride of their line, died with their mother; the Queen mother beneath the collapsing citadel. Her twin sister had been dragged away by Lycans she never saw coming. And the child—Zander’s hidden daughter, the living spark of his forbidden love with Alexa Woodland, had vanished. Melinda had torn through every inch of his quarters, desperate, frantic, half-mad with grief, but the child was gone. Probably killed, she’d told herself. After all, she'd been one of the reasons for the war. For the madness that had possessed the Lycans. Probably lost, she’d whispered to herself many times. But she still carried one half of the moon pendant Zander intended for his daughter. The other half had disappeared

Sitting across the table from him, Rosalind allowed herself a slow, content smile. Lysania responded to her invitation, that meant one thing—he believed her. They shared the same obsession, and the same venomous hatred for Camille. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it, Lysania?” Her Her red-painted lips curved slowly, calculated. “You said this was important. Speak” He cut through the drama instantly, not bothering to hide his impatience He had never tolerated theatrics. Except, perhaps, his own. “Still blunt,” she murmured, lashes fluttering mockingly. “Very well.” She adjusted the jeweled ring on her finger, savoring the moment. “I found the child.” Lysania’s eyes snapped up. A wicked glint in his eyes. "Where?" Rosalind didn't respond immediately. Lysania slammed a hand on the table, making the glasses tremble. “I hate games, Rosalind. Do not test me.” She didn’t so much as blink. His rage would serve her well. She sipped from her glass. “I know you

Adrish's loyalty was unshakeable—bound to Vikron, not to districts, not to politics. Vikron had found him broken—banished by his pack after a false accusation from his ex-wife, stripped of everything. Vikron had taken him in, given him purpose, influence. He’d dragged him into circles of wealth and politics, molded him until eventually the powerblocks themselves invited him in. But Vikron had placed him there for a reason. All of it had been tactical. “You shouldn’t be seen here, you know,” Adrish muttered, glancing around warily. He knew the powerblocks had eyes everywhere. “I needed to speak with you in person,” Vikron replied, gaze fixed ahead, focused on nothing and everything at once. Adrish turned fully to him. “What’s troubling you this time?” Vikron didn’t answer immediately. Alot of things were swamping his mind—Camille's real identity. Who her real family was. "Rosalind Loeka. Heard the name before?" Adrish slid a hand into his pant pocket. "The slithe

Deliberately reducing his pace, he watched her from his peripheral, waiting for the black portion on her skin to swing into effect.. He saw the way her body Stiffened as she bent over to pick up the phone. He'd moved. fast before anyone suspected anything. He held her, stifling a smile as people walked by. The man in the black jacket dragged Camille’s limp body into the backseat, her head lolling weakly against the cold leather. “Pretty thing,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “I’d be glad to see you awaken into your true self.” He chuckled under his breath. A voice crackled through his earpiece, cold, razor-edged, and amused. “You have her, don’t you?” Sal glanced at Camille, a sultry smile curving across his lips. “I do. And she’s everything perfect.” He leaned closer, reaching a hand toward her cheek. “Do not touch her, Sal. She is not yours.” Her voice sliced through the earpiece, instantly wiping the smug smile from his face. “Yes,