All Chapters of The Rogue King's Cursed Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"The first rule of revenge is survival, the second rule is silence, the third is precision, and the fourth? Don't look back." ˙❥ VALKYRIE How does one feel when they're different? White eyes. White hair. An Omega. Worse, they're wolf-less. Caught in a circle of strong werewolves, their eyes wide and fierce, burning with intensity. I could hear the tiny, hushed whispers of their voices. Mothers held their pups firmly while the male werewolves stood protectively, as if I were an omen. “She's a witch.” "Murderer." A loud snarl drew out from one of them, and the circle separated to reveal a man in a shiny gold robe. His black hair damped with gel and perfectly styled. Alpha Jayden. I stared up at him, drool mixed with blood pooling at the corner of my mouth as a low whimper escaped my lips. He wasn't alone. Amara, a pack friend turned sister, clung behind, a mischievous glint settled within her eyes, and a small smile grazed her cheeks. Jayden crouched to my

★ RYKER My fingers weaved carefully around the red piece of the coat's button, tightening the woven mold thread into the small hole. “Your father awaits you in the carriage.” Blaise, my beta walked into the room, his eyes void yet cloaked with something I couldn't decipher. “What?” I scoffed. “Nothing.” “Don't give me that attitude.” He turned around, taking in the grey decor of my room as if he hadn't been here countless times. “You're joining your father in the annual slave purchase?” It wasn't a question. It was a statement, but I answered anyway. “Hmm.” I drew in a quiet, slow breath. “I know you don't like the idea, even I don't but believe me, I'm nothing like my father.” Blaise didn't speak; instead, he brought out my body scent from the drawer and sprayed it over me, the fragrance embracing my skin like a veil. "Look and smell good for a family practice." "Blaise." “Okay, okay, sorry," he uttered, holding his hands up in resignation. . . As we a

˙❥ The half moon hung lowly above, casting a soft glow in the eerie darkness. The tree leaves danced lightly to the cool breeze and maybe, to the sound of the crickets. We were far from the pack — very far, and any more steps, we would leave the pack territory and into the forbidden area. I was just ten, but I knew, yet I couldn't help but ask again. “Papa, we would be breaching the Pack's law if we went further, right?" My small voice drooled out, mingling with the darkness. “You know too much, Val, and it's bad...” My father complained, tightening his grip on my wrist. “Anymore questions from—” He hadn't finished speaking when two big black wolves rushed from the shadows. One with grey patches and eyes, the other, black with eyes the same colour as its fur — dark, empty, and devoid of warmth. Their claws were tainted with fresh blood, stares deadly, intense, as they trudged fast toward us. The grey-patched wolf suddenly yanked my dad from my grip, flinging him to the s

˙❥ VALKYRIE “Would you prefer I repeat my statement or... Do it myself?” I shuffled my feet, suddenly forgetting how to pull a dress off, “Uhm… Sorry,” I mumbled, fumbling with the tie of the gown. "Now.” How was I supposed to shred a dress this expensive-looking? “No. I won't,” I said defiantly, taking two steps back. “You won't or you can't? Choose your words carefully, Val.” He sat upright, returning the glass to the stool. My feet kept dragging me to the door. I won't destroy the dress or take it off. I looked boldly at his face, noticing the shade of emotions; from anger to something darker. Doom's words at the auction replayed in my mind. “They would continue what their mother started.” Tears welled in my eyes, clinging to my lashes. “Let me go!” I screamed, but he was sitting unmoved, taking more drink from the wine glass. You don't have to wait for him to take action. The words rang in my head, and I lurched to the door, placing my hand on the knob so I coul

★ RYKER "I hate you!” The words left her lips — unwavering. I would commend her for her bravery. “But your body says otherwise, Val. You don't know it but I can feel you shivering under my touch.” I mumbled, enjoying the little play of emotions reeling from her body movements. “It's a lie." My body shifted, taking in her form. From her pale, freckled face to her neck, then chest, where those perfect-sized cherries lay effortlessly. Karl pounced in my head, threatening to come out. “Karl!” “Our mate is beautiful.” “You better shut the fu©k up!” I screamed and he recoiled in anger. A mischievous gleam tainted my cheeks as I stared at her frightening eyes. “Then prove me wrong.” The words rolled out of my tongue before placing them on hers. Her lips tasted like heaven; the seven heavens that the prophets said we're promised by the moon goddess, or was this my heaven? Shit! My palm squeezed her waist — gentle, carefully, as if my life depended on it. As if leaving it any s