Semua Bab Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 7

"Get out, Brooke. Now."Madison didn’t even look up from the bed. She remained draped over Jason Miller like a trophy, her legs tangled with his under the rumpled sheets of the Lawson Estate’s guest wing. The air in the room was thick—sour with the scent of spent heat and the musk of a Beta in rut."You heard her." Jason’s voice was a raspy edge. He didn't look at me either. He just gripped Madison’s waist, his fingers digging into her skin, and pulled her back against his chest.The Bayview Medical Center ID badge clipped to my belt felt like a lead weight. I’d just come from Ruth’s bedside. She was dying—her organs failing because her wolf was too weak to sustain her—and my mate was busy knotting into my sister."He's a Beta, Madison," I said, my voice cracking like dry parchment. "He’s my transition-partner. My mate.""He was your boyfriend, Brooke. Keep the terminology straight." Madison let out a sharp, jagged laugh and arched her back, rubbing her scent all over the pillows. "Bu

The man didn't just walk; he reclaimed the space. He was a pillar of dark, refined power, his Alpha scent suppressed so tightly it felt like the static before a lightning strike.Beside me, Madison’s eyes practically popped. I saw the gears turning in her head—the shallow, greedy click-clack of a Lawson social climber. She probably thought he was one of the High Alphas from the Pierce Compound sent to represent the family. After all, the "Gaston" she’d rejected was supposed to be a mangy street-dog, a gutter-wolf with nothing to his name but a stain. This man looked like he owned the stars and the dirt beneath them.I watched her face flush a deep, thirsty red. She cast a side-glance at Jason, and I almost laughed. My ex-boyfriend, the "big prize" she’d stolen, suddenly looked like a wet pup standing next to a direwolf.Madison actually had the nerve to smooth her hair and sashay toward him. "You must be the elder brother," she purred, her voice dripping with that fake, high-caste hon

"Go scrub the scent of the Lawson pack off your skin. I can wait."I flinched, my heels catching on the uneven stone floor of the Harbor View Apartment. My heart was a rabbit drumming against my ribs. I wasn't just a bride; I was a peace offering in a slip dress, and the predator in front of me was finally closing the cage door.I felt like a stray cornered by a High Alpha. Panic was a metallic taste in my mouth, and I was doing a damn poor job of masking it. I didn't know how to exist in the same air as this man—my "husband," a stranger who smelled like the coming of a winter storm.Logan leaned against the scarred wooden table, his dark eyes tracking my every twitch. To him, I was probably just a shivering, scentless omegas.He let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated in the small room. "Relax, Brooke. I’m not going to tear into you. Not yet. We need to talk."I crossed my arms over my chest, my fingers digging into my own skin as I drifted toward him. Every instinct told me to ru

In my dreams, the mist over the Shifter Citadel finally lifted. Ruth was standing in the sun, her wolf spirit vibrant and whole, the gray sickness purged from her eyes. We were walking back to the old foster den, and for the first time in years, the air didn't taste like ash.Then the sharp, jagged chirp of my comm-link shattered the peace.I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. It took a agonizing ten seconds to realize I wasn't in my cramped bunk at the Lawson Estate. The stone walls were cold, the air smelled of old woodsmoke and rain. Right. I was a Pierce now. I was mated to an outcast.I crept toward the bedroom door and eased it open.Logan was a tangled mess of limbs on the tiny sofa. He looked absurd—this massive, powerful Alpha, built like a fortress, curled into a ball to fit on a piece of furniture meant for a human child. A threadbare gray wool blanket was draped over his shoulders, and his legs dangled off the end, bare feet resting on a stack of old crate