บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Rogue Alpha:Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Vikron Sitting in the dimly lit room, Vikron turned the flash drive Ultima Rawson had given him over in his hand. His thumb brushed along its edge, the metal cold against his skin. Uncertainty crawled over him like a living thing. He lifted the device toward the weak lamp light, studying it, then suddenly dropped it back onto the table. It was the only thing Ultima Rawson had left him before he’d gone stiff that night, death drawing the last breath from his lips. Vikron swallowed and picked up the flash drive again, his finger tracing its surface once more. He wasn’t ready—he knew that. But there was no more time to stall. The Powerblocks’ attacks had grown viciously blood-hungry in the past weeks. And Melinda had warned him the Bloodmoon was still far off. He needed a plan. Something, anything,to help him understand what he was standing in the middle of. Sigewuf had mentioned the transmutation the Powerblocks were experimenting with. Their “super breeds.” Their obsession with Ca

Vikron “The only reason you’re still sitting across from me without your face smashed in is because I don’t want to cause a scene,” Vikron said, smacking his lips. “At least, not yet.” Sigewuf leaned forward, jaw ticked, both palms pressing into the table. “I could report you to the Council for accusing me of—” Vikron’s expression didn’t shift. He leaned back, unimpressed. “It’d be stupid of you to think I care what the Council thinks.” He dragged a finger along his chin. “And it’s not an accusation when I have proof. Your business partners are quite… colourful.” Ultima Rawson’s drive had told him everything: the powerblocks, Rosalind, Sigewuf, even the Council’s chief. Guilt or manipulation didn’t matter. Sigewuf had made his choice—betrayal, bloodshed, and helping the powerblocks attempt to erase Darkstar. A pack was protected, no matter its secrets. Sigewuf had allowed power-hungry wolves to massacre his own. He had sided with the same group that believed Ultima Rawso

Camille's POV Staring at the green veins on my hand, my head felt like it was going to crack open from the pounding headache threatening to split it in two. I gulped down the two pills Skyla placed on my palm. “You’re going to be fine. Just rest a little more.” “But I want to help.” “If a man isn’t asking for your help, I don’t think it’s wise to give it,” Skyla said, sounding far more reasonable than I did. I tried to believe her, to believe those words. The look on Skyla’s face shifted; she was mindlinking someone. “Someone’s coming to stay with you.” “Stay with me? No way.” I shook my head violently and stood up from the bed. “I don’t need to be looked after. I’m not weak.” “I didn’t say that.” “You implied it!” I snapped, dragging a hand over my mouth. Damn it, I was overreacting again. “I’m sorry, Skyla,” I said, turning around,but she was gone. The door was left wide open. Damn it. I knew they cared, but I was tired of sitting around like a useless lump w

Vikron “Only three packs were involved in the last attack—Whinsdale, Ravenshire, and Moonridge.” “Moonridge? Elder Adrish’s pack?” Vikron’s eyes widened, the only proof of his shock. Sigewuf walked to the edge of the table and half sat on it, his elbow resting on his thigh. “Yeah. The same one. His pack actually led the attack.” Vikron straightened, his frown deepening. “Well, I suppose one thing never changed—political men and their ability to be fickle.” “All men are fickle.” Vikron cast him a sideways glance. “All men except me.” Sigewuf gave a half chuckle, his eyes narrowing. “Even you.” “You are growing weak. Love weakens every man—love for women, power, position, money. Name it,” Sigewuf said. “Her love weakens your stance, your decisions, and it's obvious. Don’t you think so?” Vikron’s hand shot out, closed around Sigewuf’s neck. “Watch your mouth, brother.” His face came close, almost touching Sigewuf’s. “I forgave you, but not without boundaries. And Camil

Camille's POV Skyla sat behind me, her fingers working in a soft scissoring motion across my throbbing temples.“Shhhh… you’re going to be fine.”“Can this splitting headache just go away?” I muttered, my breathing ragged. “It feels like—”The words dissolved as another wave of pain slammed through me.Why was everything suddenly so difficult? Even this tiny life inside me felt like it was devouring me from the inside out.“Easy.” Skyla smoothed a finger over the green veins crawling along my temple.If Skyla ever thought she understood what secrets looked like, she now knew she had barely scratched the surface.I had told her everything—Josh, Melinda, the witches, the coven. And worst of all, she learned Alpha Vikron had known all along. Everyone except Beta Demuel… and her.Her gaze drifted to the swollen curve of my stomach. She had never seen anything like it. Honestly, neither had I.The first time something had been inside me, it hadn’t felt like this—demanding, draining, and t