All Chapters of THE ROGUE QUEEN : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Four wolves spun toward us, shock on their faces.The room was exactly what we'd hoped for—maps covering the walls, documents scattered across a large table, weapons stacked in the corner. A command center."What the—" one of them started.My shadows slammed into him before he could finish, pinning him against the wall. Maya moved fast, her blade at another wolf's throat."Don't," she said coldly. "Don't move. Don't shift. Don't even breathe wrong."The remaining two wolves, a grey haired woman and a younger man raised their hands slowly."Smart," Maya said. "Everyone on the floor. Now."They obeyed.Then the grey-haired woman smiled."You're too late," she said calmly. "He already knows you're here."Before i could ask who, the windows shattered.Wolves came in—six, seven, eight of them, all massive and trained fighters. More came through the door behind us. We were surrounded."AMBUSH!" Maya shouted. "DEFENSIVE FORMATION!"Everything happened at once.The wolves we'd captured shifte

The cage was tiny. I could barely sit, and every movement made the silver bars burn against my skin. The collar around my neck slowly choked me, cutting me off from my wolf, my shadows, everything that made me me.I’d been trapped here for six hours. Or maybe seven. Time didn’t matter when every second was pain."Water," I croaked, my voice barely working.One of the guards, a massive wolf with a scarred face glanced at me with cold indifference."You'll drink when the Commander says you can drink."I slumped back against the bars, biting back a scream as silver burned fresh wounds into my back. The cage sat in the middle of a supply wagon, surrounded by twelve armed guards. Royce rode at the front, his posture relaxed, confident.Like he was transporting cargo, not a person.“Are you there?” I called desperately to my wolf.Silence.The collar muffled everything. I could feel her distantly, like she was trapped behind thick glass, but I couldn't reach her. Couldn't draw on her streng

The east tower was beautiful.Of course it was.Everything in this cursed palace was beautiful.Michael led me through hallways filled with paintings and tapestries, up a spiral staircase with iron railings shaped like wolves, past windows showing gardens I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy.The bond in my chest pulsed constantly. Even three floors up and far from Damon, I could feel him like a second heartbeat. His emotions were hidden now, but I caught glimpses—anger, frustration, something darker he refused to show.“Here we are,” Michael said, stopping in front of double doors. “Your suite.”He opened them, and I stepped inside.The rooms were... I had no words.A sitting area with plush furniture in deep blue and silver. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the darkening sky. Bookshelves lined with actual books. A fireplace with a fire already crackling. And through an archway, a bedroom with a bed big enough to fit five people comfortably..It was a luxury beyond anything I'd ever expe

I couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I remember kneeling in front of Damon. I heard his cold voice calling me his tool.I felt the shame all over again, like everyone was watching me and judging me.My chest hurt from the humiliation.Around midnight, I gave up trying to sleep entirely and moved to the sitting room. The palace was quiet, eerily so. No footsteps in the corridors. No sounds of life.Just silence and shadows.I stared at the fire as it slowly died.Then I felt it.Wrong.Something was wrong.My wolf stirred uneasily inside me. “Danger.”I stood up slowly, every sense suddenly alert. The shadows in the room seemed darker than they should be. Thicker.Then I saw it.Movement. Just a flicker at the edge of my vision.I spun, shadows instinctively flaring around my hands—A blade whistled past my face, so close I felt the air move beside my skin.I jumped back as a man stepped out of the darkness. He was dressed all in black. His face was covered. His movements wer

The next five days were pure torture.Every day was the same.I woke up before sunrise.Trained with Damon for two hours.Forced myself to eat food I didn’t even want.Trained again in the afternoon.Then fell into bed, my whole body aching and my wounds reopening because I never gave them time to heal.Then it all started again the next day.Damon was extremely hard on me."Again.""I can't—""AGAIN."I pushed myself off the ground, my legs shaking badly. We had already been training for over an hour. Damon kept calling out attacks from imaginary enemies while I tried to defend myself.“Left—”I turned quickly, shadows bursting out.“Too slow,” Damon said. “You’re dead.”I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry.Finally, Damon spoke again. “Water break.”I dropped onto a bench and drank water like my life depended on it. My hands were shaking so much I could barely hold the cup.Damon didn’t sit. He didn’t ask if I was okay. He just stood there, watching me like I was something he was tes