All Chapters of Rogue Mate of the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Stephanie’s POVWe kissed slowly at first. He’d kissed plenty of girls, but I had only ever kissed him. I was still new at the ritual, which seemed strange to me, and even though he’d taken my virginity just days ago, I was far from having gotten the hang of it.Though it was wonderful, the feel of his lips, soft and exploring, patient, guiding, even as my lips parted too quickly, my nose bumping his, clumsy and eager.Heat flooded my cheeks, ready to pull away and apologize quickly, but Tyler just smiled with a soft laugh.“Forget what I just said, Mine?” he murmured, chasing my mouth when I withdrew. “No shame. Only strength. Wolf, not lamb.”I listened to his voice, felt his hands skim my arms and hands, keeping them where I would touch him. This wasn’t about sight. It was feeling. Emotion. Instinct.Taking him a little too literally, though, I bit his lower lip.Tyler startled, pulling back. His eyes gleamed blue, full of life despite the exhaustion lining his face. I felt through

Tyler POVEverything just kept getting weirder.First, the full moon turns red because Steph and I mated, then a rogue shows up in the meadow where we just made love.Was there no privacy?I didn’t know where the cabin or this meadow was. Time didn’t seem to exist in the tunnels, especially when I was running for my life. The cabin had a plethora of pro-rogue papers, books, and maps, and if Steph’s mother, Maren, was a rogue, and Amaris was involved…. Maybe other rogues knew about it, too.I put Steph behind me as Kellen joined my side. We both bared our teeth but didn’t get confrontational. The last thing we needed was more violence.“What do you want?” I demanded.The rogue was a young man, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. He didn’t look like he meant any harm, but his warning sure as hell wasn’t inviting.“The rogues want you,” he’d said, looking at Steph. Then he’s jerked his chin at me to say, “They’ll kill him to get to you.”“Tyler,” Steph hissed, grabbing my sleeve. “Let me talk to h

Tyler POVTrial by combat was an ancient tradition that wolves upheld for centuries. Through blood, claws, and teeth, through pride, loyalty, and sometimes love—even if it was a thick-skinned, possessive love—packs kept the savage rite alive, but as times grew more modern, it became less common.It was so uncommon nowadays that it was little more than a story in history lessons. For me, my grandfather spun tales of Alphas of rival packs vying to take over each other’s packs. Wars broke out because of them—even someone as grizzled and unyielding as Clovis Rogers could be wary of the combat rules.Because it wasn’t just some fight. I didn’t call for it for shock value. I threw down the gauntlet because there was no other way that the Council would understand if it wasn’t covered in blood.Evidence wasn’t going to save Steph—not witnesses, not footage, not truth. The Council had already decided what they wanted to believe, and Marcus was pulling every string to make sure a rogue took th

Tyler POVI had no idea how I was still alive.I was young and scrappy, with survival instincts, and my father ensured I was well-trained in wolf-on-wolf battles for any kind of hostile challenge or violent encounter. Alpha dynasties were infamous for facing constant attempts to steal their titles or seize their territory.But I had never imagined that would be against the Beta, whom I’d looked up to for his steadfast, loyal allegiance to the Crescent Ridge pack and the Rogers family. I’d held my own against the rogues because they weren’t formally trained or structured, but against Marcus Ward….Goddess, could I not catch a break for five minutes?Now I had to add a shredded left ear to my list of injuries I’d earned in the past two weeks.Two fucking weeks.It felt like a lifetime since I pulled Steph from that fountain.And now she was cradling my battered body in bloodied, clawed-up grass, stroking my hair from my face. Blessedly, I still had hearing in my ear, even if it was a li

Tyler POVI heard Steph’s scream from outside as if it were an inch from my good ear. That was startling, but nothing as much of a pure, skin-crawling horror as feeling the scream—feeling her agony, her terror, her confusion.And I was half-prone in bed, my skin and muscles still pulsing with lingering pain. My torn ear throbbed like its own heartbeat, but at least it had stopped bleeding.“Stephanie!” I roared, flinching and nearly face-planting in a painful crumple on the floor as I shot out of bed. It didn’t matter if I had to crawl to her, as long as I found her, as long as I held her in my arms through her agony, her fear, her confusion.My body lit up in its own agony, each stumbling step through the house like white-hot lightning jolting up my legs, threatening to give out. I crashed into walls, tripping through doorways, rasping her name like a desperate prayer.The door to the backyard was open, yawning to reveal the grassy area. The sun coated it in buttery light, its warmth