All Chapters of The Alpha's Rogue Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucas POV Kieran’s presence in the cellblock was like a violation, a stain on the air which I couldn’t scrub clean. Watching him study Mia, his eyes lingering on her with that calculated hunger, made my wolf snarl for blood. I felt the bond pulsed under my skin, sharp and merciless, a reminder that Mia was both my ruin and my salvation. I could feel it humming in my bones—the urge to claim, to shield, to tear out every throat that dared to look at her that way. But she wasn’t mine. Not in the way my wolf wanted. Not in the way that aligned with my plans. Rogues are my enemies and I should be their terror not protector. I forced myself to stand still as my hands hung useless at my sides, fingers curling until the knuckles ached while I watched Kieran’s voice slid through the silence, smooth and poisonous, every word like a spark tossed into dry grass, waiting for me to ignite. He seemed to have suspected the truth about my feelings—I saw it in the glint of his eyes. Alphas l

Lucas’s POVThe night had not given me a single hour of peace. The bond burned like fever under my skin, pulsing each time I closed my eyes. I had imagined it would fade with distance, that keeping her in the dark, away from me, would starve whatever madness the Moon Goddess had cursed me with. Instead, it grew worse. Her scent lingered even here, in my own room, woven into the air like smoke I could not breathe away.Kieran’s words from the previous night kept circling in my head. He had seen too much, suspected too much. The thought of him remembering Mia’s face, her scent, or the sound of her voice made my wolf stir with rage. If he dared to return and ask about Mia, I would not restrain myself again.He should keep her out of his mouth!By the time the sun rose, I was already outside. The rain had stopped, leaving the air heavy and gray. The pack’s voices carried from the courtyard, quieter than usual. They had learned to whisper when I was near. Fear brought that kind of silence,

Clara’s POVThe mine was hell made of earth and iron and the air, thick with dust, every breath scraping like glass down my throat. The walls sweated with damp and heat, turning the ground into a swamp of filth while my palms blistered raw from the handle of the pickaxe, but I kept swinging. If I stopped, they would hit Ben again. They would hit us without mercy.Years of living in the wild, fighting for survival had forged me into a strong woman who could withstand suffering but this was becoming too much to bear. Ben doesn’t seem like he could take it anymore.But I couldn’t help but wonder what Mia's fate could be now. If we were made to go through this hell here, imagine Mia who lives with the devil himself.My gaze shifted to my side and I saw Ben.He was beside me, barely upright, his movements slower with every strike. The bruise on his face had turned purple and green, swelling his eye shut. He hadn’t spoken in hours, maybe longer. The only sound he made was the rough pull of

Mia’s POVI couldn’t believed my ears. The word hung in the air like something alive and I wanted him to look me in the eyes, so I could maybe see something from his eyes.How could he say maybe and not the sharp no and look of disgust which I expected.With his jaw tightened, his hand flicked a silent order to the guards who understood immediately. They bowed and hurried the six wives away back into their room, their soft steps whispering across the marble until the door sighed shut behind them.The sudden quiet was suffocating and for a long moment, neither of us moved. His shoulders were rigid, every line of his body wound tight as wire and I couldn’t tell if he meant the word earlier as a threat or a confession. My heart didn’t care as it beat too fast, too loud.As much as I tried to ignore it, I could smell the hunger in him and when my eyes went to that part instinctively, I saw he was hard from the bulge but I acted ignorant.He turned to me finally, and the look in his eyes

Lucas’s POVThe morning was too quiet.Even the air felt different, softer and lighter, as if the storm that had raged through me for months had finally gone still.Sunlight crept through the tall windows of my chamber, cutting across the sheets tangled at the foot of the bed. For once, the cold didn’t bite and I sat there for a long time, half-awake, listening to the slow rhythm of her breathing beside me. Rose.Her red hair spilled across the pillow like spilled flame, her skin faintly marked where my lips had lingered last night. She looked almost unreal in sleep — fragile and fierce at once, the bond humming between us like a quiet heartbeat I couldn’t silence.For the first time in years, the curse didn’t feel like a noose. I should have felt guilt. I should have felt shame for what I had done, for what I’d allowed myself to feel. But all I felt was a strange peace. A warmth that scared me more than hatred ever had.My wolf stirred beneath the calm, stretching lazily in satisfact