All Chapters of The Alpha's Rogue Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rose’s POV“Rose.”Clara’s voice cut through the thick air, but it took a moment before I lifted my head from where Lucas rested. His breath had steadied but remained shallow, as though the curse was a weight pressing against his ribs each time he inhaled.It was the way she was looking at me that told me something had changed.“What happened?” I asked.She didn’t answer immediately. Instead she approached slowly, almost cautiously.“You need to see something,” she said.Ben stood by the door, jaw tense, spear already in hand. Jake’s footsteps thundered down the hallway before he burst through, chest heaving.He looked straight at me.“There’s something you need to know.”Everything inside me tightened. “What is it?”Jake bowed his head once, the gesture respectful but urgent. “We found a glyph on the north tower stairs.”My heart plummeted. “Another sigil?”“No,” Jake said. “Something worse.”Clara stepped forward. “It wasn’t drawn into the stone like the others.”Jake finished for h

The room felt heavier after Lucas fell unconscious again, as if the air itself had thickened around us. Even the candles along the walls flickered differently, their flames stretching long and thin like they feared being blown out.I slid my fingers along Lucas’s temple, smoothing back strands of damp hair that clung to his skin. His breathing had settled into a steady but shallow rhythm, each exhale weaker than it should have been.The healer’s salves glistened along his wrist and chest. They helped. But not enough.Not against this.My child shifted again beneath my palm. Strong. Restless. As if sensing the battle brewing around us.Or inside us.My voice came out soft. “You’re fighting too, aren’t you?”A second pulse answered me—not physical movement this time, but a faint, warm flare beneath my ribcage. A glow. Like someone brushing sparks along my inner thoughts.I exhaled shakily. “We’ll figure this out. Just stay with me. Both of you.”Clara closed the door quietly after the h

ROSE’S POV“I am going to find them.”The words left my mouth before I realized I was already moving. The hallways blurred into streaks of torchlight as I walked, every step fueled by the bond vibrating like torn metal between me and Lucas. Pain still clung to me like smoke after flame, but what drove me forward was sharper than fear.I needed answers.I needed the truth.And I was done waiting for it to come to me.The guards stepped aside without question. Maybe they saw the storm in my eyes. Maybe they felt the shift simmering beneath my skin. Either way, no one dared stop me.I followed the trace of their scents through the eastern corridor, the scent of cold river water, rosemary soap, and something sour underneath that they thought could be masked. They were good at pretending weakness, but never good enough to hide who they were from a wolf who remembered every bruise, every laugh, every bucket of freezing water.My sisters.My enemies.The closer I drew to the guest chambers,

Rose’s POV“Move!” I shouted.The guards rushed in, lifting Lucas carefully from my arms. His skin was burning, his breath uneven, the curse thrashing through him like a trapped storm. The healer ran toward us, but before her hands even touched him, the air in the room shifted.Cold.Wrong.Like the walls exhaled a breath that didn’t belong to them.My heart thudded once, painfully hard.That scent.That presence.That deliberate, amused darkness.A shadow stretched beneath the doorway before a figure stepped through it as if the castle belonged to him.Drake.Alive.Smiling.And walking into my home as though he had been invited.“Easy,” he said, raising both palms slowly as the guards drew weapons. “I heard commotion. Thought I should come see if my future allies were still breathing.”My wolf bristled.No — she snarled inside me, ready to tear him apart.“What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping between him and Lucas instinctively. “The border guards were supposed to escort you.

ROSE’S POV“Drake… start it. Now.”My voice didn’t even sound like mine. It vibrated with something sharp, something desperate. The chamber felt too small, too dark, too full of the curse gnawing at Lucas’s life.Drake hesitated for only a breath before he lifted the obsidian dagger. Its surface shimmered with red veins — not reflections, not light. The curse recognized itself.The air thickened.My heart pounded so violently that I had to place a hand on Lucas’s chest just to remind myself he was still here. Still warm. Still breathing. Still mine.“Lie down,” Drake instructed quietly.I sank to the floor, the stone cold beneath me. My hands trembled, but my voice didn’t. “Do it.”Drake knelt beside me, and for once, he didn’t smirk, didn’t posture, didn’t stand like a king. His eyes held something like fear — not for me, but because he truly didn’t know what the ritual would awaken.He placed his palm over my heart. It felt like ice.“The curse is shifting toward the child,” he murm