All Chapters of My Alpha Stepbrother’s Babies and the Rogue: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SIENNAThe morning began like any other, quiet but heavy with so many things that were left unsaid. The sky was pale, a dull gray that clung to the camp as though the sun had forgotten us. I was on kitchen duty again, not that anyone trusted me with much more than peeling roots and scrubbing pots and healing. The rogues who worked beside me spoke in low tones, their glances darting toward me and then away, like they were afraid I might hear something I shouldn’t.“You know, you can just spit it out… I don’t bite.” I snapped.I knew I shouldn’t have done that but over the past few days, I’d gotten tired of them always watching me with scrutinizing eyes like they were waiting for me to make a slight mistake.At first, I tried to ignore it. I had learned that the more attention I paid to whispers, the louder they got but that morning, something about the way they hushed up when I entered made my skin crawl. One of the women…Mira, I think her name was, had been talking fast, her hands tre

RHYSThe camp hadn’t slept in two nights. Word of the stolen food had spread, and even though I’d ordered silence, rogues always had a way of finding something to whisper about. Sienna’s name carried through the air like smoke…soft, poisonous, impossible to grab hold of.I’d been standing outside my chambers since morning, staring at the gray sky, pretending I didn’t hear it. The truth was, I didn’t know what I believed anymore.Elira’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You’re brooding again.”She stood by the entrance, dressed in a deep green gown, every inch the Luna she wanted everyone to remember she was.“I’m thinking,” I said flatly.“That’s what brooding men tell themselves.” She smiled faintly, but her eyes were sharp. “You should rest.”“I’ll rest when things stop falling apart.”Her smile slipped, just barely. “If you’re referring to your little healer, perhaps you should ask her why she’s always in the center of your storms.”I turned to face her fully. “She was nea

SIENNALater that day, the rain had finally stopped, but the air still smelled of smoke and damp earth. The camp was a wreck, half-burned crates, soaked supplies, and people whispering in corners. I could feel their stares when I passed, their eyes dragging over me like I was the fire that had nearly gutted them.Fine. Let them talk. I had work to do.After everything that happened earlier on, I was grateful to have something to keep my hands busy, anything to keep me from thinking about Rhys’s face when I’d walked away. The mix of anger, frustration, and something that looked too much like regret. I didn’t have room for that. Not anymore.“Morning,” I muttered to the guard standing by the training field.He didn’t reply. Just nodded stiffly, his gaze darting away.“Good talk,” I said under my breath, brushing past him.Inside the storage room, the air was heavy with the smell of ash and damp grain. I rolled up my sleeves and started sorting through the salvageable supplies. A f

SIENNAI should have known something was coming. The air in the rogue pack had been too quiet lately, too civil for people who once looked at me like I was poison. Elira had been pretending to be nice…offering smiles that never reached her eyes, giving commands through honeyed tones that dripped with venom underneath. I wasn’t fooled, but I played along. You had to, to survive in a place like this.“Now what is this bitch driving at?”That morning, Rhys had sent me to take some supplies from the storage hall to the kitchens. I didn’t question it. It was one of the few times I could move freely without anyone breathing down my neck. The rogues barely looked at me anymore, though I could still feel their hatred in every sideways glance. I learned to keep my head down, to stay quiet, to survive.I was halfway through the hallway when I noticed the floor shimmer faintly under the weak light filtering from the torches. My first thought was that someone must’ve spilled water but the smell…m

SIENNABy the time the fire burned low that evening, I’d almost gotten used to the strange quiet of Rhys’s chambers. Almost.The room smelled of cedarwood and smoke, heavy and masculine, yet oddly comforting. Every so often, I’d glance at the tall shelves, the swords on the wall, the black coat he’d carelessly thrown over a chair. Everything in this space screamed to him, sharp edges and silent power.I was supposed to be resting, but my body refused to stay still. My mind was a hive of restless thoughts. Why had he brought me here? Why was I still alive? And most of all, what did he want from me?The door creaked, and I tensed. It wasn’t Rhys this time, but one of his guards bringing food, a bowl of rice, and some bread.“You can just leave it,” I murmured, keeping my voice low.He nodded and placed the tray on the table, but I could tell something was off. His face was pale, his movements too careful, like he was afraid of saying something wrong. Then another guard appeared at the d