All Chapters of The Rogue King's Cursed Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

˙❥Thalira plunged deeper into the woods. Hot air collided with the rage and pain searing inside of us. The rejection wasn't how I had expected it to be. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but why do I feel this much pain? Every step I took farther was like claws tearing my insides. I thought I was supposed to feel…happy. Free. I heard heavy thuds behind. I turned briefly and noticed another wolf running behind me. *Let's run away* Thalira echoed. That was my plan all along. That was what I had always hoped for. But now that I have gotten my wolf. And I am far deep into the woods. I realized it wasn't as easy as I had thought. Trying to escape means daring the Pack wolves. I wouldn't win. Because now, this wasn't the wolfless Omega everyone knew. This was Valkyrie, the white witch with a wolf. There would be no pity this time. This time, they would stand to watch me break for real. They might kill my wolf before I can tell her all the stories I had wanted to tell her. I stopped i

˙❥ VALKYRIE The prison wall was thick and the height unimaginable, yet it wasn't enough to block the loud screams and shouts coming from the outside. My ears pricked up, and my heart fell heavily. What's happening? I stood before the small window, thinking of ways I could catch a glimpse of the outside when I heard my name. I quickly turned and saw the carriage man—Gerald. His hands held a bunch of keys and my eyes widened as he knotted them in the keyhole. “What's happening? What are you doing?” My voice was barely a whisper. “We need to leave here, now!” His eyes darted around the prison cell before dragging my wrist. “What's going on?” I asked again, snatching my hand from his grip. “We're surrounded.” “By who?” I halted. “This is not a time for questions!” “I want to know.” “The Rogues.” The prison air stuck in my throat. “What?” I managed to say. “And your friend…Azira—” He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I held his shirt, my eyes sharp and inten

˙❥ VALKYRIE First, it was the bang in my head. Next was the blinding light which I didn't know where it came from. I closed my eyes again. They fluttered aggressively then opened. It met the ceiling—white, decorative ceiling. I glanced around and winced as the pain wouldn't stop. The room was almost small but neat. A small chair lay against the wall to my right. And on the left side, was a table with too many things on it I can't name. I rested my arms and tried to drag my leg off the bed when a loud clatter echoed in the room. My gaze traveled quickly to my foot to see that it was bound against the bunk with chains. Where was I? My heart thudded, my chest rising and falling heavily. I looked at my hands. They were free. Why would anyone chain me to the bed? I stopped panicking for a moment. Then it hit. I was pregnant. That was the only thing I could remember. My hand quickly touched my belly. But...it was flat. As flat as a mirror surface could be. I wanted to scream, but

☬ ZEPHYR The noise from the room next door pulled me out of my bed. I had just come back from training the Rogues, took a shower, and was about to lie down. That room has been quiet for weeks now. For days, I couldn't think straight. The sight of that day still gauges my thoughts. The blood, and the slithering fear that she was pregnant. I had mind-linked Raymond and Thorne because guilt couldn't help me even hold her body properly. What if I hadn't just stood? What if I had come earlier? The questions popped into my head as we rushed back home. “She miscarried.” Mariah, the nurse, had said. Her statement lingered in the air, stiffening my breath. My fingers clenched into a fist at my side. Veins popped out of my neck. The guilt ate deeper, like a sharp knife was driving slowly into my chest. I had just killed someone. Raymond tapped me on my shoulder, but it wasn't enough. It didn't reduce the pain weighing on my shoulder. The nurse would occasionally go in to give her

˙❥After that day, we haven't spoken to each other. Even though our room was just a few steps away. Does he feel he was the reason for the breakdown? Is he berating himself? Because he kept apologizing even when I had quieted down.That evening, I had slept for hours and woke up in the middle of the night. It was a long night actually. And the next day, the cycle continues. Nurse Marie comes into my room, gives me my herbs, and I walk around the building, greeting and saying hi to everyone who waves.I don't engage in real conversations with anyone, and the only person I can freely communicate with now avoids me.I used to think the warriors in Grim-howl Pack are very serious about training until I saw the Rogues. They train like they are on the battlefield. They fight as they mean it. Like they would kill themselves if they fail.It was one of the things that kept me up. Keeps me grounded. Especially when the silence of my room seems loud like the constant ache in my head.Most time