บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Rogue Mate : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“Hello again, little rogue.”The sound froze the air in my lungs. I turned slowly, my pulse hammering as Drake stepped from the shadows behind the wardrobe. His cloak was torn, ash smearing the edges, but his smile hadn’t changed. Calm and certain. The kind of smile that belonged to a man who believed he had already won.He looked around the room, the silk sheets, the shattered mirror, the faint glow of firelight from the windows and he chuckled softly.“So this is where he keeps you now? Dressed like a queen while the world burns outside.”I stayed silent, backing toward the wall. The silk that had felt soft the night before clung like a trap now, too bright, too fragile for what was coming.He tilted his head, his eyes tracing the torn hem of my dress. “He really does have a taste for irony,” he said. “The rogue wrapped in royalty.”“What do you want, Drake?” I asked, my voice steady though my body trembled.He moved closer, his boots whispering against the marble. “The same thing I

Lucas’s POV The morning after the rebellion carried the taste of ash. The courtyard was quieter and peaceful now as wolves moved among the ruins, carrying the dead, tending to the wounded. The echoes of war still clung to every stone of this castle I had sworn to protect and my people’s faces were still smeared with soot and disbelief. This was a rebellion war nobody expected, but I guess it all happened for a reason. I stood at the top of the steps leading to the great hall, watching the first weak sunlight push through the haze. The banners were torn and the fountain in the center bled crimson instead of water. Every scar this rebellion left felt like a reflection of my own mistake, the cost of the monster I had been. And still, all I could think of was her. Rose. She slept in my private chamber now, safe under my guards’ watch. I had stayed beside her until dawn, listening to her breathe, my mind at war with itself. Seeing her fight Drake… seeing her shift for the second ti

Clara’s POVThe sun had started rising earlier now.It spilled through the cracks in the fortress windows and painted the stones gold, soft instead of harsh, like even the sky was trying to forget the smell of war. A week had passed since peace, and every day felt like testing the strength of something fragile. Wolves worked beside rogues in the courtyards, hauling stone, rebuilding walls, patching roofs that once dripped with rain and blood alike.And in the midst of all that, Ben had decided to make my life miserable.“You’re smiling again,” he said, throwing a crust of bread at me from across the table. “Don’t tell me it’s because of the weather. It can’t be.”I caught the crust, tossed it back at him, and missed. “What are you talking about?”He leaned back in his chair, grin stretching wide across his face. “Oh, nothing important. Just that our fierce rogue leader seems awfully soft these days. You’ve got that look in your eyes.”“What look?”“The ‘somebody’s making my stomach do

Clara’s POVI woke up smiling before I even remembered why. For a moment I just lay there on the bed half tangled in the blanket, feeling warmth in my chest that had no business being there after weeks of chaos. Then my mind flashed back to the dream I just came out from, one that made me wish not to wake just yet.Jake.I saw him talk to me with his voice low and sexy, his hand brushing a stray curl from my face. He’d told me I was safe with him and I so much believed him.The smile on my face broadened as I turned on my side, searching the other half of the bed as some ridiculous part of me thought he might be there even when I clearly saw him leave last night after he came to keep me company.My fingers met only cool empty sheets and I sighed, burying my face in the pillow.“Pathetic,” I muttered. “You’ve officially lost it, Clara.”My wolf stirred inside me in amusement. “Maybe you just miss his scent and it isn’t any big deal.” she teased with a giggle.“Stop it,” I whispered laug

Ben’s POVIf someone told me a year ago when I was still in the rogue clan that one day I’d be standing in the middle of a royal ballroom at peace, surrounded by wolves, my former rogues, and enough food to feed an army, I’d have laughed in their face and call them delusional.But here I was with a full stomach, half-empty goblet, and also completely doomed because of one woman.Lyra.This princess from Riverclaw had suddenly become the only woman who made me forget how to breathe properly every time she glanced my way.The party was still in full swing. Wolves howled cheerfully in rhythm with the drums, twirled in laughter, and the scent of roasted and fried meat with spiced wine clinging thickly in the air. I had been pretending to listen to Jake’s story about how Clara almost punched a nobleman during training, but in truth, my eyes had never left Lyra, and my mind was barely in this story he was telling to lighten my mood.She sat right there in her radiant beauty. Her father beg