All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A breath. A hand pulling her. Camille’s mind drifted between consciousness and dizziness. She wanted to open her eyes, to wake up, but this sleep felt like one she couldn't just wake up from. Her eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, her limbs numb as stone. Faint sounds throbbed in her ears. Then—voices. Muffled. Distant. Cruel. “She’ll wake soon,” someone said, their tone dripping with satisfaction. “Good. I want to see her eyes when she realizes where she is.” Camille tried to move her fingers. They were stiff. Too stiff to move. Couldn't they see she was struggling to wake up? Couldn't they help her? What… happened? Her memories came in fragments: the academy gates… her phone… the man in a black jacket… Her heart lurched. She'd been kidnapped. Vikron. She tried to reach him through the mate bond but it felt fogged, as if smothered. Cold dread chilled her bones. She forced her eyelids open. Her breathing ragged as she inhaled air sharply through her m

Melinda exhaled as the car rolled to a halt along the pack’s abandoned highway. “We shouldn’t be here,” Josh said, switching off the engine. “We should,” Melinda replied, already stepping out. “This is where he brought her.” “We should at least let the Alpha know we’re coming,” Josh added cautiously. Melinda shot him a sidelong glance. “He’s here too,” she said, already moving down the cracked road and into the woods. “Great,” Josh muttered, quickening his steps to follow. He heard it before he saw it—the snap of twigs, the foul, gut-wrenching stench. Rogues. This was their zone. He knew it. Alpha Vikron had mentioned it during a pack hunt, shortly after pairing them. Eyes glinted in the dark—sharp, bloodthirsty—as the rogues circled Melinda. “Mother!” Josh growled, his body exploding into his lycan form as he lunged forward. Melinda had shifted too, her heightened senses sweeping over the encroaching rogues. The moment Josh appeared, their attention snapped to him. Canines

Vikron moved first, lowering himself beside her. "She's burning with fever" He placing a hand on her head "She needs to rest. The powers she's trapped in her core from blood moon would intensify the next time this happens until she fully awakens. " Melinda interjected, "Powers?" Vikron asked, scooping Camille into his arms. Having her body shut itself down for hours wasn't something Camille could explain, but she was grateful for it. Melinda turned fully toward Camille sitting cross-legged on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her weight. "You have the royal blood." Ericka had mentioned something about royal blood too. Why couldn't they see they were both referring to the wrong person? She had no royal blood-no moon-touched legacy or whatever it was they were searching for. Camille's gaze drifted from Melinda to Josh. My guardian? Just great. Josh didn't look at her-not when she looked like she might kill someone. Why couldn't things happen to her the way they happened to

Alpha Vikron ************ “Bold of you to show up here tonight,” Ultima Rawson’s deep voice filled the room, his back turned to Vikron as he gazed into the night, a glass of red wine in one hand. Vikron cleared his throat before speaking. “I needed to have a word with you, Father.” Ultima Rawson swiveled his head and faced him. His mood shifted instantly, from irate that Vikron had requested to see him to unreadable, as if daring to call him ‘Father’ had crossed a line. They shared the same features. Their grey hair cascaded at the same sides. But Ultima Rawson saw no trace of himself in the young man. Instead, he saw his damn reflection, a younger version, but still his reflection. “Does a father not recognize his son when he sees one?” Ultima Rawson drawled, his thick northern accent heavy. He crossed the room and sat with his legs crossed, a faint puff of smoke curling from his parted lips. “You say the word ‘father’ as if you’ve forgotten the disaster you brought upon this

Camille's POV The man with tousled black hair stood directly in front of me, his piercing large green eyes squinting slightly at the edges. “I knew you were alive!” “I knew it!” The man in the black suit crossed the balcony with calculated ease. The scar running across his upper eyelid into his brow made him appear even more terrifying, as if carved by some dark past. “Yes, I am. Now that you've confirmed whatever you wanted to about my existence, can you please untie me and let me go?” “You don't remember me, do you?” I squinted subtly as I stared at him. “Was I supposed to?” “I knew you wouldn't,” he replied with a grim smile. “Who are you, and what do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check. He chuckled softly. “Did Alexa think she could keep you away from us? From your roots?” Whoever he was referring to probably knew something about me. Something just as dark as he did. “Answer me!” I yelled, frustration bubbling up inside me He offered a half-smil