Semua Bab Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Bab 31 - Bab 40

I can't believe you made her join Ariella's team! Skyla's voice was pensive as she tried to contain her anger. I whirled the chair toward one of the shelves, spotting the cinnamon-colored one I was searching for. "Get used to it. It's going to remain that way." "Is this about Adrish or the council? You've refused to talk about what happened there. Or did Rhaul Rawson ask you to send her out? Which one is it?" The coldness in my eyes was the pin I needed to fix those running wheels Skyla had as a mouth. She pursed her lips, keeping her head down. "I'm sorry. I crossed the line." "Whatever I do or do not do to Camille Loeka is entirely my business and not yours, Skyla. Let that stick very closely to your mind." "Noted, Alpha," she said before picking up the records from the table and, without another glance, left the office. Rhaul Rawson wanted to see Camille. It was the way he had said it, with that sludgy accent I hadn't heard in years. "She has to appear before the council

The quick snapping of bones, the stretching and expanding of limbs—each movement brought with its laboured pain made Camille want to dissolve into nothingness.The fear in Sigewuf's eyes as he was held aloft was the only antidote she needed to dull the ache coursing through her joints. As he shifted back into his human form, he appeared smaller, full of frailty as she held him in her arms.Camille’s mouth opened wide. She wanted to speak, but the growl that escaped felt like a volcano erupting…Pushing her hands as if they were alien invaders invading her body, she lunged for his chest, feeling the pulse of his racing heart as she stared into his eyes. “Aren’t you just like them?” Sigewuf muttered quietly. “The very monsters you hunted and killed. You’ve become like them—bloodlust. Untamed and unfit to live amongst us.”The colour in her eyes shifted to a light indigo blue. Sigewuf let out a weak chuckle through his strained breath. His face was turning purple. He needed air.No soone

Dark Star PackHis head bowed. “Sir, you have someone here to see you,” the blond guard in a sleek, expensive black suit stationed at the entrance of the den said.“Name,” Rhaul Rawson’s husky voice echoed from his seat, the dim lighting only illuminating part of his face.“Vikron. The council prisoner.”There was a tense pause. Rhaul Rawson exhaled a cloud of smoke from his eyes, then clenched his teeth. “Bring him in,” he commanded.The front door clicked softly as footsteps approached.Vikron moved past each door of the various rooms, two guards trailing closely behind. Even with his head lowered, nostalgia washed over him—memories from the years when everything had been perfect.He could still hear her laughter. Oh, how he had loved it. A look of anguish flickered across his face. She had been blessed by the gods as his perfect mate. Her smile when he discovered her note hidden behind one of the chairs in the family room. They were going to have a baby—his pup.The pain returned t

Camille's POV “Camille. Camille. Can you hear me?”The voice, feminine yet commanding, sounded distant.The wheelchair was gliding smoothly along the sidewalk, the woman in a faded, once-vivid blue flowery gown—clothing that had clearly weathered better days—being gently pushed from behind Her radiant smile remained unwavering, a beacon of serenity.I didn’t recognize her, but the overwhelming sense of peace that enveloped her silenced my own voice. What if I asked her something, and she chose to leave? What if my words shattered this fragile calm? Today, I refused to question. I simply wanted everything to stay just as it was—peaceful, unbroken.Though my lips stayed still, the words entered my mind clearly: “Where has this garden always been? I don’t want to leave here,” I whispered, a wide grin spreading across my face.“I know. But you must return,” she replied softly.Return? To where? My head snapped sharply towards her direction. “I don’t want to go back,” I declared, my sense

I knew Alpha Vikron wouldn't leave—not that I wanted him to—but the sensation of his presence in the room was deliciously unsettling. His gaze on my back sent a wave of warmth spiraling through me. His earthy, masculine scent was even richer this time, dulling my senses as I inhaled his aroma through my nose, my gaze unwavering on Alpha Sigewuf. “Camille”—my head sharply turned behind me. That voice again. It had to be my wolf, but I wasn't ready to bond with her just yet. The expression on Alpha Vikron's face as he stood, jaw clenched, nose straight, lips pressed into a thin, stern line as he stared past me—was intense. His eyes, dark as night and devoid of emotion, were fixed on Alpha Sigewuf. He appeared too engrossed to have spoken, let alone called my name. “Camille, it's me,” the voice in my head, louder this time—overpowered the sounds outside. She was saying things I wasn't prepared for. I tried to block her out, to the back of my mind; but i had heard her name—Reika. “We