Semua Bab Rogue Mate of the Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Steph POVIt was an ungodly hour of night, and I was speedwalking through the rough part of town like I was untouchable. Clutching my phone in my pocket, hood pulled over my head with strings tightened like I hoped to cut off circulation to my face, I hoped any lurking cop cars wouldn’t suspect me of involvement in some drug deal. Some wolves had been caught in this area of Bayern—nicknamed Wolfden because it was somehow always dark, cold, and smelled faintly of blood—trading substances that wolves and humans alike would kill for.It was a small saving grace that Harlon never got addicted to wolfsbane or crack—just good ol’ fashioned alcohol.Dawn wasn’t far off, but darkness leaked from every alley, hiding in blackedout windows of SUVs. The breeze wasn’t as refreshing as elsewhere, and honestly, I had no idea why I thought this was the best place to walk. Did I want to be mugged or some shit? Did I want to be asked by some tweaking guy begging for a light?I counted myself lucky tha

Tyler POVWhen I first saw the young female looking like absolute hell on the streets of Wolfden, I didn’t think anything of her. She sported a nasty bruise on her face, and there was a haunted gleam in her wide eyes, like she’d seen a ghost of her past and was doing her best to deny it. Hood up, shoulders hunched, she could easily have been mistaken for one of the many druggies that slunk down alleys of these parts.My guys and I? We went for fun. For escapism. No drugs, no alcohol—just a place to get away from our controlling families.I was twenty-five, and yet I was acting like an unruly teenager who didn’t want to be told what to do.And that was fun. Giving my dad the middle finger was my favorite part of the day.Sleeping with women. Barhopping. Doing parkour in Wolfden’s abandoned parks.Maybe not in that order. Sometimes.But just doing shit that made us feel like we were living.Connor was daring me to flirt with an old lady in the late-night cafe across the street when fat

Steph POVIt was getting harder and harder to manage the whiplash of discoveries since Tyler—fucking Tyler Rogers, the future Alpha of the Crescent Ridge pack—first unlocked his car.Luxury car. Mansion for a house. A nice bathroom with hot water and a bubble bath. Pristine white towels.And a young male whom I didn’t give enough credit to.My wolf was so convincing, telling me what a dutiful, honorable person he was, that I believed it wholeheartedly—though I knew he needed to prove it first.Casually admitting he brings multiple women here did not earn him any points.But what did it say about me standing in the bathroom door in just a towel?Whatever. He looked pathetic standing there like he had just been rejected by his prom date. All he was missing was a bouquet of comically wilted roses.Tyler was tall as hell, probably a foot taller than me, and twice as broad. And he had the telltale aura of a future Alpha. I felt it in my bones as much as I felt my wolf.What did earn him po