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

Sigewuf ************ Exactly one month had passed since the attack on the Darkstar pack, and there was still no trace of anyone or any pack connected to the assault. Pack organizers and servants bustled with activity. Ultima Rhaul Rawson was returning. He had left Slantville after appointing Sigewuf as the new alpha, and after the funeral rites for the late Luna Rawson had been completed. Rahul Rawson had moved to the city, far from everything that could remind him of his one true love. Sleek cars began pulling into the Rhaul Rawson driveway. Alpha Sigewuf stood waiting on the front steps, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit. His smile was thin—controlled and guarded. Ultima Rhaul Rawson descended the stairs, radiating authority and power in every step. He approached the mansion with purpose, not bothering to glance at a nervous-faced Alpha Sigewuf when he bowed. One of the guards opened the door to the study as Ultima Rhaul Rawson entered. Alpha Sigewuf s

Camille's POV Why did everything about me have to be so twisted? Why couldn’t things just happen to me the way they did for normal wolves? I sighed. Whoever said I was normal? “Gosh,” I yelled into the void, placing a hand over my head as I paced the room, anxiety nibbling at the pit of my stomach. “Are you still there?” I asked Sena, my wolf, for the umpteenth time in the last forty-eight hours. I had woken up that morning with a satisfied smile on my face from memories of my night’s escapades and my new discovery—my wolf. I had a wolf. But my go-lucky day turned sour when I left the pack’s mansion and realized I couldn’t shift, and my wolf wasn’t responding anymore. I ended up walking to the grocery store and back on foot. I left the pack house that morning with nothing but the credit card Skyla had given me in my pocket, full of expectation for another encounter with Sena. It’s been forty-eight hours. Did people experience their first encounters with their wolves just br

Vikron ******** Standing beside Alpha Rosenmund of the Night Walkers pack, an old acquaintance of Ultima Rawson and a close friend of Late Luna Rawson, alpha Vikron suddenly sensed an unsettling unease from Camille. It was something that had begun the night at the clinic when he marked her. He could pick up her scent, feel her emotions, and even sense her presence. The dreams that followed had been exhilarating. He had glimpsed her family—though only partially, he had seen enough. He had warned Dr. Skyla not to reveal her true identity. Sooner or later, she would find out herself. But no one else needed to know. He moved to stand beside her, gently slithering a protective hand around her waist. He felt Camille tense under his touch, but she masked it perfectly. Spotting Alpha Sigewuf entering, Alpha Vikron pulled Camille toward the dance floor, shielding her within the throng from Alpha Sigewuf. Looking down at her face, she appeared cheeky, but he could sense her nervousness

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