บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Rogue Mate : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Mara’s POVTears blurred my vision as I knelt at the grave, the cold earth pressing into my knees. I set the bouquet down with hands that trembled more from fury than grief. Lila stood beside me, shoulders heaving, her face swollen from sleepless nights and the constant, hot ache that had everything to do with a wound that refused to close.Three years. The number sat in my gut like a stone I could not swallow. Three years since the red-haired girl we called sister had pulled a knife through and left our parents still and empty on the floor of our home. Three years since she had cut away and left us with whispers and cold stares from the pack members who think we were weak to stop her from that act.She was called cursed before she picked up a blade yet we left her alive and my parents called her daughter. They had fed her, trained her, dragged her through lessons and rites while the pack watched and muttered. We raised her as our own because what else did we know to do? And then she

Kieran’s POVFrom the balcony of the guest chamber they had given me, I stood, staring at the blank space, the moon glowing up the sky.I should have felt triumphant after getting almost everything I strived for as an Alpha. My pack had grown strong and powerful under my rule, reaching the level of being accepted as an ally with this pack. I had achieved what most Alphas only dreamed of, but instead of happiness, all I felt was the quiet ache of defeat.Because of her.Rose.The moment she stepped into the hall that morning, radiant in gold and crimson, one hand resting over the life forming inside her, I knew.The Moon Goddess had played her game well, and once again, I had lost.For the second time in my life, the moon goddess had handed me a woman I could never have and given her to Lucas.Lena first. Now Rose.I gripped the balcony rail until my knuckles turned white.The memory of Lena’s face haunted me. The same hair, the same quiet defiance in her eyes when she stood beside hi

Clara’s POVSnow had a way of lying. It made the cracked stones look clean and the broken walls look softened, as if weeks ago hadn’t been horrible with that scary letter.The warriors are training for wherever was coming while I supervise.“Commander,” a guard called from the gate, a little breathless. He still insisted on calling me that even though I hadn’t commanded anything but stubbornness in a long time. “Alpha wants you at the northern wall for Inspection and review of the symbol in that letter.”“He said take an escort.”“I don’t need—”“Me,” another voice cut in, amused. “He said take me.”I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. My pulse jump-started like it always did, stupid and traitorous, before I even saw him.Jake crossed the yard in a line of easy confidence, cloak thrown back, hair damp from a recent wash. I scowled to hide the way my heart had climbed into my mouth. “Why him?” I asked the guard.“Because I’m charming,” Jake said.“Because he’s nosy,” I muttered.

Ben’s POVThree months of quiet had a way of sneaking under your skin and building a house there. Mine looked like this: a garden path dusted with cinder-ash from the lanterns, a woman with river-glass in her hair waiting at the far arch, and a whole fortress that no longer flinched when I laughed too loud.I had lived with noise so long—shouting overseers, the grind of carts, the kind of hunger that rattled your bones—that I didn’t know what to do with softness. And then Lyra stayed.If someone had told me the Alpha’s daughter would choose to live here, sleep under these roof for me, wake to this courtyard, I would have bet a month of rations against it and lost happily. Yet there she was, waving to the baker as she stole an extra roll for me, learning the names of the women who mended the banners, asking the older rogues how they liked their tea. She had a way of making you feel like a story you should tell fully and without shame. My pride grew back like hair after a bad cut.I fo

Lucas’s POVBy the time I reached the war room, the letter had warmed in my palm as if it were a living thing. I laid it flat on the table, weighed the corners with two small stones, and read it again with a soldier’s eye—marks, cadence, the places where truth and performance often braid until they are difficult to separate.The script was from Mara on behalf of herself and her sister who Rose had told me maltreated her. Did they really repented?Jake entered without knocking. He’d earned the right by bleeding in my shadow long enough to know where I stood even in the dark. He took one look at the letter and one look at my face, and his shoulders came up like a wolf seeing weather turn.“What is it?” he asked.“Her sisters,” I said. “They sent this.”He read quietly, jaw working once, twice, then stilling. “It’s good,” he said. “A little too good.”“My thought,” I said.“Does she want to see them?”“She wants a chance to try,” I said. Saying it aloud settled something in me. I had l