Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Rogue Mate : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“What do you want to do?” I asked with a gasp, narrowing my eyes at him as my arms around my body as if to protect myself from him. “You don’t ask questions before obeying orders! Do as I say!” He seethed, stepping closer and I could see his muscle tug and gleam under the lights.“I woke up without pain, all my wounds treated, food ready for me and I’m in a room that looks like paradise.” I paused and heaved a deep sigh. “The Lucas I know, the one that beat me up just a few hours ago, would never suddenly treat me right without a trick.”He ran his fingers through his messy black hair, eyes bored. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, voice low, cold as the polished wood floor beneath the bed. “Learn to be obedient or you won’t last three days here.” His arms folded across his scarred chest, muscles taut and for a few seconds I was lost staring at those scars, some hidden with tattoos but others were glistening, deep cuts and gash that made me wonder if he had been fighting war al

I stayed on the couch, trying to forget about everything, especially the rogue girl who had the moon goddess had given me but as I closed my eyes, sleep felt like a stranger. It had actually been months or even years since rest came without a chemical escort. The pills were my company, the thin line between the Alpha they feared and the man who could still fall apart on a kitchen floor. By day I was a machine: decisions, punishments, the slow grind of ruling. By night the gears rusted and the demons remembered how to speak my name. No children. No mate. No woman whose laugh could undo whatever the day had done to me. Respect and fear was all I had from everyone around me. Their every act is dutiful and hollow without love. It kept the pack in line and left my chest empty. I exhaled and fished a packet from my jacket but my hand paused at my mouth when I realized I hadn’t eaten since morning—taking the pills on an empty stomach tore at me. Better to eat anything from the kitch

The guards yanked me awake before dawn, their rough hands dragging me from the hard cot and out into the cold corridors. My body screamed with every step, ribs bruised, skin sore from yesterday’s poison and sleep, but I refused to stumble. I refused to give them that satisfaction of being broken.Chains clinked around my wrists, cold biting my skin, heavy enough to weigh down my arms. Just last night, I thought he had began to feel something humane, that his ruthless heart had softened a bit but I was wrong. He was back to bring the monster he was.The memory of his voice from last night scraped through my skull. “Rest while you can, Rose. Tomorrow, your hell begins.”He hadn’t been lying because right now, with the chains, I was now a prisoner to be tortured or humiliated.The guards shoved open the massive doors of the grand hall. Light spilled through, golden and blinding, chandeliers burning above polished floors. Dozens of wolves filled the chamber, their eyes glowing faintly, t

Lucas’s POVThe clang of steel on steel rang out sharp in the training yard, echoing across the stone walls. My warriors staggered in the dirt, sweat dripping, lungs heaving, yet I didn’t let them pause.“Again,” I barked, voice cutting like a whip.The werewolf warriors were already trembling from exhaustion but I didn’t care. Weakness wasn’t tolerated here. Not in my pack. Not under me. We must all be strong always and ready to win any war in the future.“Harder!” I roared when one’s swing faltered. I had received information that rogues had formed again, in secret, with no one aware of their location or trace. And I heard they are training and planning for revenge.Not that I was afraid, but I wouldn’t take any chance. I hate their existence and would make sure they are all wiped out.Every one that lived would pay with their lives for what that bitch Lena did to me. “If a rogue is faster than you, you die. If an Alpha is stronger, you die. Do you want death?” I roared at them as

The silence after Lucas left was louder than his presence had been, a suffocating void that pressed against my skin like damp stone. My chest heaved, lungs clawing for breath, but the air in the cell felt thick, poisoned by the echo of his words, sharp as a blade’s edge.“Tell me, Rose… would you try to kill me, or kiss me?”I pressed my forehead against my knees, trembling, my body curled into itself as if I could shrink away from the question. My fingers lingered on the blade hidden beneath the cot, its steel cold and unyielding against my skin. I could have done it. I should have done it. The moment had been there, his throat exposed, his guard lowered, his storm-gray eyes searching mine for something I didn’t dare name.So why hadn’t I?Because the thought of his blood on my hands didn’t taste like victory. It tasted like ashes, bitter and final. And worse, goddess help me, when he leaned close, his scent of pine and sandalwood curling around me, I had wanted to kiss him instead