All Chapters of Craving the alpha soldier : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tyla’s POVThe car screeched to a halt inside the pack compound. Reynold pushed the door open first, slamming it behind him. I followed a few seconds later later, my hands trembling as I stepped out of the car. The Silence between us was louder than a storm, my mind was burning with questions I can't even dare to ask.It was him. Reynold. My boyfriend.It turns out that he is my mate after three years of dating. I should feel joy. Relief. Anything. Instead, all I felt was fear. He reacted the way I never expected.Inside the luxurious sitting room, his back was stiff in anger.“What sort of nonsense is that? Huh! Are you even thinking at all?” His words pierced my heart and shattered it into pieces. “How could you open your mouth and tell me you are my mate?” Those words shot at me like a daggers. Hot tears streamed down my eyes. I remembered the gifts, his smiles, the way he had once cared. All of it shattered because fate tied us together.“My mate? You? Impossible!” His roar made

Tyla POV.The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. White, too bright, too clean. Not the wooden beams of the servants’ quarters or the damp smell of the shed, Loara once locked me in. This place felt… sterile. Safe.For a second, I thought I was dead.Then the ache in my body reminded me I wasn’t that lucky. My arms felt heavy, my chest tight, and every breath carried the faint tang of medicine. Slowly, memories rushed back: the rejection, Loara’s furious eyes, the shove, the blood, the cold seeping into my skin when they dragged me out like trash.Reynold’s voice echoed in my head. “You are just a maid to me.”Inside me, my wolf whimpered. She was so faint I could barely feel her presence, as if she were curling away from the world in shame.I clenched the sheets beneath me, forcing back tears. I should have been gone. Why wasn’t I gone?The door opened, and a man stepped in. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filled the entire room before he even spoke. His eyes are gray, pierci

The woman stepped out of the sleek black car like she owned the world.Her heels clicked sharply against the stone path, each sound echoing through the courtyard with a level of authority that sent a chill skittering down my spine. Her presence alone felt… heavy. Like she carried a storm behind her eyes, one she would unleash on anyone who dared breathe incorrectly.I froze where I stood.She was beautiful in a way that didn’t feel real—tall, elegant, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like flowing silk. Her lips were painted the color of blood. Her dress… expensive, fitted, the sort you wore only if you intended to be seen and feared.The maids who had been walking with me immediately bowed. Their heads dipped so low their foreheads nearly touched the ground.My heart picked up.Who was she?She didn’t look at them. She didn’t look at anyone. Until her gaze found mine.And when it did, the faintest smile curved at the corner of her red lips. Not a warm smile. Not a polite one

Tyla’s POVArthur didn’t let me go for a long time after Selena was dragged out.His arms stayed firmly around me, chest rising and falling against my cheek, as though making sure I was truly there, alive, breathing, still his. His heart was beating too fast for a man as powerful and composed as he usually was. It told me more than his words ever could:He had been terrified.And somehow, that broke me more than Selena’s threats.I clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to steady my own breathing. His scent filled my lungs—pine, smoke, something warm and wild underneath. I soaked in it like it could shield me from everything.“Are you hurt?” he murmured quietly against my hair. His voice was still rough, still dangerous, like he was on the edge of snapping.“No,” I whispered. “Just… shaken.”His hand slid to my waist, rubbing slow circles to calm me. “She won’t come near you again.”I didn’t answer.Not because I doubted him—Arthur never made empty promises.But the fear Selena stir

THE ROGUE MASTERThe palace hadn’t felt silent in years—not like this.Not the quiet of peace.But the quiet of something watching.Tyla felt it the moment she stepped into the corridor, Arthur’s hand firm around hers. Every torch along the stone hallway flickered as if bowing away from them, shadows stretching unnaturally long against the walls. The air tasted metallic. Heavy. Full of warning.Arthur noticed it too.His eyes shifted to gold before they reached the stairs.“Stay close,” he murmured.Her fingers curled tighter against his palm. “I’m not leaving your side.”He didn’t say it, but she felt it through the bond—Good. I wouldn’t let you.They were halfway down the stairwell when a thunderous crash shook the palace. Screams erupted from below. The scent of blood hit Tyla’s nose before she could stop it.Arthur’s wolf surged forward.“Rogues,” he growled.Another explosion rattled the chandeliers, glass raining across the marble floor. A guard sprinted toward them, face pale