The Alpha's Rogue Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Rose’s POVMud sucked at my boots, cold and thick, like the valley wanted to swallow me whole. The air smelled of pine and wolf musk, sharp enough to sting my nose, but it was the stares that got me—hard and hateful, like I was a stain on the pack’s perfect world.As the Beta’s daughter, I should have all the respect, regards and love, but how would I expect that when my birth caused pain and regret instead of the joy other pups bring?I kept my red hair shoved under a frayed hood, but it didn’t matter. They always saw me. Rose, the cursed girl, the one who broke everything just by being born.I was eighteen, and I’d been running from their whispers and hateful glares my whole life.“Freak,” a woman hissed as I passed her cabin, her voice low, like she was spitting out poison. She yanked her kid close, his little eyes wide, like I’d curse him just by breathing.Everyone hates me for what my birth caused, as if it was my fault. How was I blamed for something that I had no power over?M

The forest spat me out into the slums, my legs burning, chest heaving like I had run from the moon itself. For any other wolf, it would have been easier to shift into their wolves and race through but a useless wolf like me only had my legs.The air hit me hard—smoke, sweat, and something sour, like rotting meat left in the sun. My boots sank into the muddy ground, a mix of dirt and who-knows-what, as I stumbled into the new town. My pack had a particular scent that bonds everyone together but not for a place like here. There were most huts with only a few houses built with bricks. Lanterns flickered, casting shadows that danced like ghosts, and the noise was everywhere—shouts, metal clanging, wild howls. This was no pack, no valley with rules and wolves. This was a chaotic place mixed with different kinds of abnormal wolves, and I was just another stray dog in it.I was still Rose, but the name felt like a bruise, like a stupid word to use in a place like this.My jacket was torn,

I glared at Lucas while he pulled me out of the room by the hair, my eyes burning with hate, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms. His gray eyes glinted back, sharp and mocking, like he was enjoying my anger. The air outside the house was thick with blood and distant cry, the ground slick with mud. My barefoot stuck in it, the cold seeping through.“Keep turning me on with that glare, and I’ll drag you to my pack now and fuck you till you’re sour,” he said, voice low, a smirk curling his lips.I scoffed, my voice rough, scraping my throat. “Touch me, and I’ll cut your hands off,” I spat, but his pine and sandalwood scent hit me again, twisting with the mate bond, making my skin crawl and my wolf whimper in longing. I hated the feeling. I hated him, hated my inner wolf for wanting him. Fuck the moon goddess for this nonsense bond.“You can’t do anything, bitch!” He snickered.“You really don’t know me, Alpha King. I’m not the scared, weak girl called a curse and br

Fear crept in, but I shoved it back, maintaining a stern look at him. “Keeping me alive till now is a mistake, you know that? Better kill me now because I hate you so much that I won’t hesitate to slit your throat when you sleep!” I spat and he scoffed.“You haven’t felt my cruelty yet,” he said, his voice cold like the iron wall of the cart, no trace of his usual smirk. “There are no chains on you, no broken bones, no poison in your veins like your other two friends. Hate and call me a devil when I make you face hell on earth.” His gray eyes flicked to me, sharp and intense.“I already hate you for killing my people and destroying my home,” I muttered, my voice rough, scraping my throat like glass. My cheek still throbbed from his men’s punch earlier, blood crusted on my arm from his claws when we fought, and the memory of Clara’s groans; how her body jerked under that syringe. They all burned in my chest with rage..“You’ll hate me more soon,” he said with a shrug, picking up a map

I stared at Lucas, terror and disbelief churning in my gut like the poisoned wine burning through me. His smirk was a knife, twisting as he dipped his hands into his pockets, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. The room spun, the bare stone floor cold under my knees as I tasted the metallic tang of my blood formed in my mouth. My wolf howled in my head, feeling the same pain too.“Please,” I gasped, lurching to my feet, my legs heavy, ankles buckling like wet rope. “The antidote. Please give it to me.” I stumbled forward, aiming for his pocket where the pill bottle hid, my fingers clawing the air as he moved back. The poison hit hard, a gnawing fire in my stomach spreading like wildfire through my veins forming me to crash to the floor, the thud jarring my bones.My breath was rough and shallow. “Help,” I choked out, crawling, teeth clenched, my hand pressing my abdomen as if I could claw the pain out.It wasn’t just ache, it was like a beast, twisting my insides, every fiber screami