Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rogue Mate of the Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Tyler POVIt was bullshit.Absolutely unnecessary, utterly pointless, performative bullshit.“No,” I snarled, pulling both Steph and Amaris behind me. “They say don’t shoot the messenger, but no one said don’t rip the messenger’s throat out.”Cyril Ashford, ironically one of the younger members of the Council, lifted his chin and looked at me down his stupid nose. It was far from the man who chuckled pleasantly when my father brought me to Council meetings as a child. His brown eyes, uncaring, unlike so many years ago, his hair even grayer than before.I laughed low and humorless. “Of all the Council members,” I said scathingly, “I didn’t think you would be forced to be the messenger boy—or willing to be.”Cyril narrowed his gaze, curling his upper lip. “And I knew you would be a mouthy, spoiled heir the moment you turned eighteen.”A growl rumbled deep in my chest. “Your granddaughter broke up with me because she wanted normal—someone not destined to be a leader. Don’t blame me for h

Tyler POVWhat a surprise. The Twelve were treating Steph like shit.Every flung accusation got more personal, more irrelevant, more unnecessary—all to the point that I wondered what the point of it all was, or what the Twelve were actually looking for besides bullying a rogue like a scapegoat for all pack problems.But I had to admit, Darius Vale’s claim that “she seduced the Rogers heir to climb into power she could never earn” was hilarious.And Steph’s response?“Funny thing about power. You can’t steal what was already mine.”That was sexy as hell.But I was fucking done letting them degrade my mate.“Enough!” I snarled, my voice cracking across the chamber like lightning. The echo hung there, biting. My wolf pressed hard against my chest, his ears pinned and teeth bared, the mate bond a vibrating snarl in my blood. “If you’re going to make legitimate claims, then make them already. Where’s the evidence? Show it, if you’re so sure my mate is guilty of anything but trying to mind

Tyler POVI didn’t know if I was relieved or furious that my father’s name wasn’t on that list—names of pack leaders who supported the old rebellion. The names struck through with a harsh line were former members—dead or resigned. I knew most of them from my history lessons. So Dad wasn’t a supporter of the old rebellion.Did that mean he knew about—or worse, supported—the blood trials against rogues?My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into the skin, heightening the dull pain already there from the still-healing burns. What were any of us supposed to do with this information? We were already in over our heads. We didn’t need to be involved in dark shit like this.The mate bond was in distress—Steph was in distress. She continued to be bombarded with more and more secrets, harsher truths, and even greater confusion. In just two weeks, she went from a financially-struggling waitress to finding out her mother was part of a rebellion to save rogues from being tortured and pos

Tyler POVI was, to say the bare minimum, not happy about Harlon Channer’s appearance there. I wasn’t mad that Kellen invited Shiloh. It was a pleasant surprise, and it made Steph so happy that it flooded the mate bond. I also wasn’t mad at Shiloh. I just straight-up hated the dude.He treated my mate like shit for half her life, made her miserable, stole her money, forced her to buy alcohol—“Tyler.”I turned to Steph, my expression sharper than I intended, having broken my murderous glare on Harlon from across Amaris’s living room. The bastard was sulkily eating a bowl of leftover stew Amaris had provided, barely looking up. No one was treating him well, that was for sure. Amaris had shoved his bowl at him, almost spilling it. Shiloh, practically sitting on Kellen’s lap as they chattered away, ignored him. Apparently, she’d given him an earful on the drive over. Kellen kept stealing glances, making sure he was not going to try any funny shit.Steph and I remained cuddled close, my

Stephanie POVWe spent a good two hours in the Rosemont Hotel room 412.It was as if Tyler had always been Alpha. The way he spoke, the way he looked, the way he sat—everything about him radiated strength, leadership, confidence. I felt his strength as he discussed peace with Sirhan, who didn’t hide how impressed he was with the young Rogers, who had only been “crowned” less than three hours.“You’ll lead Crescent Ridge to greatness,” my mother beamed, her fingers still laced in mine where we lounged on the bed together. “But now you deserve rest. Order the Twelve to plan Grayson’s funeral while you take a grieving period.”Wolves had very specific rituals when it came to honoring the dead. Having Tyler take a break would bother the Twelve, who would want to take immediate action, but Marcus was well enough to coordinate anything they needed to handle.And now, he would be directed by my mate, not fighting him.Sirhan clapped Tyler on the shoulder, and something about it made Tyler re