All Chapters of Rogue Mate of the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

50 Chapters

A Miserable Life

Steph POVI was a wolf.I could shift into a literal wolf with gnashing teeth and claws that could rip prey wide open.And yet here I was, walking home from a waitress job wearing a fucking bunny-girl outfit. It was ironic. I was a predator dressed as prey. The saying was wolf in sheep’s clothing—not wolf in a knockoff Playboy Bunny suit.No amount of compliments, sleazy purrs, or measly tips could make up for the humiliation that half my ass was out, still smarting from all the pinching, or breaking a nail mopping up some guy’s spilled beer, or how much of a dick my boss was.The sidewalk was cool under my bare feet, heel straps dangling from my callus-rough fingers. My eyes fluttered closed against the night breeze. I breathed in fresh air, exhaling the bar’s stink.I took my time getting home. Not just because the night was a solace, but because I couldn’t decide if I hated Howlers or home more. Both had alcoholic men with anger issues. There wasn’t much of an upside to either.Th

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

Who Was That Guy?

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

Fully Exposed

Steph POVThere was no chance of me saving myself from the fall. My half-exposed ass hit stone.The pool wasn’t deep, but I still plunged completely under, my breath punched out of my lungs like a blow. Water went straight up my nose, blinding every sense, and I felt my palms scraped open in an instant. Just as quickly, I shot up, sputtering, gasping for breath even as the fountain spray still rained from overhead. I hurt all over like hell, this on top of the bruise from yesterday, and couldn’t tell one pain from another. But what hurt most was my pride.Laughter erupted from the entire patio. Not just chuckles and giggles—no, it was a dissonant chorus of full-on, cruel howling by tipsy bastards getting a show on top of their overpriced drinks.The kind of laughter that made me want to weep and flee—the kind that made my wolf snarl inside me and want to shred every last one of them.“How ironic!” someone called. “Bunny-girl can’t even walk straight!”My leotard clung to me like a s

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

She Belongs to Me

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

Wolves and Boundaries

Tyler POVStephanie reacted like I told her I was the Moon Goddess reincarnated—eyes wide as the moon, mouth gaping, chest heaving for breath. It was satisfying to see that I had that effect.And then I felt incredibly guilty.My grin snapped off, and I lunged to support her before she fell down the damn stairs. I said I’d protect her, not let her take a tumble down marble.“You—your—oh, my Moon Foddess.” She let me guide her to the second floor in a spiral, clutching my arm like a lifeline. “You—my mate—my mate is the Alpha’s son?”We made it to the guest bathroom, and I lowered her to sit on the edge of the stupidly large tub. She didn’t let go of my arm. “What the fuck?”I reared back at the accusing tone. “What the hell do you mean ‘what the fuck’?”“I mean that,” she began fiercely then caught her reflection in the mirror. Her lips pressed together, and her eyes filled with tears. “I… I look awful.”“Yeah, you do,” I said. This time, she didn’t glare. I knelt before her. My wolf

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

In the Alpha's Bedroom

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

A Dangerous Game

Steph’s POVThe second Tyler loaded my plate with his famous scrambled eggs, I fled to the guest room. I cannot fucking believe I just kissed him! What the hell is wrong with me?“No pepper or salt?” he called as I tripped up the stairs. “You didn’t even grab a fork!” At least he doesn’t mention what just happened.“Don’t need any of them!” I said back, then I wanted to facepalm myself.I left the door open and the eggs on the vanity dresser, then unceremoniously flopped onto the bed for the third time.A hole yawned open in my chest as I smushed my face into the mountain of pillows, into which I mumbled, “I miss Shiloh.”As soon as I’d given up, I bolted to my feet. I needed my phone. I needed my stuff. Tyler said he’d get it. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table—9:00 in the morning. He could’ve gotten one of his bros to convince Raul to give them up. Or maybe Shiloh pulled some strings like the badass she was.I barely gave Harlon a second thought. My dad couldn’t help me; I

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Unwelcome Visitors

Tyler’s POVI hated Stephanie’s timidness.Honestly, it made me furious.Yeah, she was basically a stranger I picked up at a bar last night. That wasn’t anything new in my repertoire.I wanted her to be confident, showing off that spunk that I knew she had. Never had I met a wolf, male or female, so unsure of themselves. I didn’t know her whole story, but the pieces I put together… well, she had reason to be so timid. I was already starting to formulate a plan to solve that.Besides, what was new was the shame that rocked through me every time I thought of that moment in the bathroom hallway when I let my Playboy antics slip. It made me swear off flings overnight.Stephanie Channer was my mate. It would only hurt us both and make things overall worse if I continued my bad habits.And speaking of bad habits…I heard a car pull up the drive just as I finished loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. Sure, we had people for that, but sometimes cleaning helped me think.“Finally

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

The Mark

Steph POVWe know what you are.The writing was messy, hasty, in smudged Sharpie on ripped notebook paper. It was damn near a ransom note in my already frazzled mind.And the threat and warning that came not only with said ransom note but in the fucking bottle thrown through a second-story window of the Alpha’s manor?Whoever threw it wasn’t joking around.My life was in actual danger.I completely lost it.I stumbled, my back hitting the wall as I scrubbed madly at my rogue mark like it was stubborn makeup. I scrubbed until it hurt, and I was on the verge of tears.“One thing after another,” I gasped with a strangled sob. “I can’t breathe—”Large, calloused hands clasped around my wrists, firm but not rough. I froze. My mind went utterly blank. I didn’t know what I felt—fear, shame, guilt, embarrassment? All of the above.I wasn’t freaking out alone. I was with someone. But it wasn’t my father, who would have hit or shaken the fear out of me until I was a shell hiding in the corner

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Echoes of My Mother

Steph POVI stared at my mother’s name. Maren.It had been fourteen years since I last saw it—since I last heard it. After I was branded, and she left like smoke through fingers, Harlon never spoke about her. And if I tried to bring her up, his answer was a scream, a thrown beer bottle, or a slap across the face.The woman who abandoned her daughter and let her get branded as a hated outcast.I loved her.I resented her.I missed her.I never want to see her again.I want my mom.Forgetting everything around me, I snatched the paper from Tyler and unfolded it so hastily that I sliced my thumb. I didn’t even feel the pain or notice the bead of blood.The writing was a messy script, just barely legible. I didn’t remember Mom’s handwriting to be the opposite of her personality, but then again, I was only six years old when she left. In grief, my memory of her and our life before she left had warped over the years.No child believed their parent would up and abandon them so young. Did I

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

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