All Chapters of The Alpha's Rogue Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Drake’s POV“The Night the Curse Awoke”**The wind around the demon fortress never slept. It hissed across the black stone like a thousand whispering mouths, carrying the sting of sulfur and cold ash. I stood at the highest balcony while the demon towers pulsed red beneath my feet, each heartbeat of the fortress syncing with the new power now coiled inside me.My power.At last.The Demon King’s mark still pressed hot against my wrist where he had carved his approval into my skin. The cut glowed faintly, a thin vein of red light, as if the magic lived under my flesh and waited, hungry.Tonight, it would feed.The night sky above me twisted like ink stirred by an unseen hand. The moon was pale, veiled by black mist. A fitting night to begin the first strike.Lucas thought he had won.He thought peace, a mate, and a child would make him untouchable.He was wrong.Very wrong.I lifted my hand and the air trembled. The memories of the ritual burned behind my eyelids, the Demon King’s voic

Drake’s POVThey called me traitor. They called me mad. If anyone had listened to me before, the world would have bent differently. It would have been kinder to me, kinder to my grief. Instead they crowned a man who stole what was mine and called it order. They placed a curse on a life that deserved to breathe.I stood alone on the cliff above the river and watched the moon smear itself across black water. My hand brushed the mark on my wrist. The Demon King’s seal still throbbed faintly beneath the skin, an ember that whispered when I pressed my palm to it. It had not been a gift. It had been a transaction. I had bargained with a thing older than mercy and older than regret because I was tired of being small.Power did not erase grief. It sharpened the memory of Lena until her face cut like glass every time I slept. She had been kind. She had been stubborn and fierce in the way that made me think of storms. Lucas had taken her because Lucas had been entitled and smiling while he sto

Rose’s POV“Rose, keep walking.”Clara’s hand gripped my arm firmly as she pulled me down the corridor. The torches flickered as we passed, shadows swaying like they had breath. The walls felt tighter than usual, as if the stone itself sensed the danger creeping through it.Lucas’s warning still rang inside my skull.He isn’t coming for me.He’s coming for you.I should have been terrified. Yet underneath the fear, anger pressed hot against my ribs. Drake had taken enough already. Every time Lucas fought to breathe, every time my child’s flutter weakened, I felt the truth of it.Drake was poisoning our air.Clara led me toward the inner chamber, a rounded room fortified with silver-steel doors and guarded by four of Lucas’s most loyal wolves. They bowed their heads the moment they saw me, their expressions grave.“Alpha Queen,” one murmured. “You will be safe here.”Safe.The word felt thin.“Heal Lucas,” I said. “That is the only safety we need.”Clara cast a nervous glance over her

Lucas’s POV(Trapped in the Curse-Dream Realm)**Darkness pressed in first.Not the absence of light.Not sleep.Not death.Something older.Something that knew my name before I ever spoke it.My eyes opened slowly to the sound of rustling leaves. I was lying on my back, staring up at a sky I did not recognize. The moon above me was cracked down the center, split like an old bone. Silver bled across the clouds, staining them like spilled wine.I sat up fast.The earth beneath me was soft and damp, smelling of moss and rot. Fog curled around my ankles as I rose, thick enough to swallow sound.“Rose?”My voice fell dead in the air, absorbed like the world did not want to return it.I took a step forward. Every part of me ached. My muscles trembled. My lungs felt too tight. The curse pulsed under my skin like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.“Where am I?”Branches creaked overhead. The forest seemed endless, each tree leaning slightly inward, bending like they were watching. I recognized no

Clara’s POV The stone corridor groaned under our feet.Ben led us fast, his steps echoing in that way that made every muscle in my back coil tight. Jake followed close, hand wrapped around the hilt of his dagger. I stayed behind them, scanning every shadow. The farther we went into the northern wing, the colder the air felt.I didn’t like it.And I trusted my instincts more than anything.We reached the staircase leading down to the storage cellars. Nothing looked abnormal at first glance. Same dim torches. Same damp smell. Same cracks in the stone.But Ben wasn’t lying.Something was wrong.Very wrong.“Here,” he whispered. “It was under the second step.”Jake knelt and pushed his hand over the cold stone. “No carving. No mark.”Ben exhaled. “It was here. I swear on my wolf, Jake, it was carved into the stone. Black lines. Like veins.”“Maybe it masked itself,” I said quietly. “Like the others.”Jake nodded. “Or moved.”The torches flickered. Not once. Twice. Then all of them dimmed