All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

It was Laney. The moment she had seen Brooke being led into Ritchie’s armored transport, she hadn’t hesitated. She flagged down a passing scout vehicle and ordered the driver to track that scent at any cost.The heavy transport had come to a halt at The Gilded Claw, a place notorious for its high-caste patrons.Laney leaped from her vehicle and trailed them inside, staying in the shadows. Ritchie Pierce wasn't just a high-ranking wolf; he was a name that commanded fear in the Citadel. It was only natural that his private chamber was perched at the very peak of the establishment, guarded by two massive Sentinels in dark tactical gear.Laney knew the Pierce Compound’s reputation. Their private Enforcers were bred for one thing: brutality. They were the elite of the elite, chosen specifically for their ability to suppress any threat to the bloodline. Laney kept her distance, her pulse steady as she measured the floor. She needed a window of opportunity, a moment where she could strike be

A cold shiver raced down my spine as the image of Ritchie’s face flashed in my mind.He had the polished features of a High Alpha, but in that moment of rage, there was no denying he looked like a manifestation of the Great Devourer itself."I am so sorry you were forced to endure that. I was drowning in pack business and didn't catch your signal until the scent of trouble was already cold. It won't happen again, Brooke. I will be the first one there to shield you next time."Logan stroked my cheek, his touch feather-light, but his eyes were vacant, fixed on some dark horizon. His mind was clearly a storm of calculation and vengeance."I believe you." I pulled him closer, inhaling the earthy, grounding scent of his skin.It was the only way I could find any solace. In a world of shifting loyalties and ancient blood-feuds, Logan was my anchor. I felt safe only when I was tucked against his side."Little wolf, you’ve been through a war today. You look exhausted. Let me take you back to

"I probably shouldn't have said that," I muttered, clamping my teeth together to seal my lips.I leaned my temple against the cold glass of the carriage window, my thoughts a tangled web of silver and shadow. Even if my gut told me Ritchie Pierce was the beast behind this hunt, how could I fight back? If I was being set up, how did that woman manage to plant her archives on the Shifter Exchange a whole year ago? The logic didn't track, and it left me feeling like a pup lost in a blizzard. As I tried to piece the jagged shards together, my device vibrated against my palm.Logan was calling.He was standing just outside the High Council chamber at Pierce Holdings. Because of the scandal, the value of the Pierce bloodline’s trade currency was crashing hard. Logan had just finished a brutal session with the elders, and the moment he was back in his private sanctuary, he dialed my number."I’ve seen the reports on the network, Brooke. I know your soul isn't one for thievery. Think clearly

I had already jammed the silver drive into the terminal, and one of the forensic feeds was already screaming across the massive widescreen. Ritchie’s eyes bulged, turning a sickly yellow as the footage showed a high-ranking wolf from Pierce Holdings—a known associate of his—snarling at a screen while he manually overrode the time logs on the Shifter Exchange.The scene cut, replaced by the same man, now stripped of his bravado, sobbing and howling as he confessed to the scent-faking.The hall plunged into a silence so thick you could hear the heartbeat of every predator in the room.I grabbed the microphone, my voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "As you have witnessed, this was a calculated hunt. Pierce Holdings infiltrated the platform to scavenge my soul-craft before the ritual even began. One of their own, Luna Mccoy, was ordered to mimic my portfolio and backdate the digital marks to make it look like I was the thief. There is your truth. I thank the pack for witnessing

Logan pulled his hand back as his fingers brushed the cotton texture of a sanitary liner. His eyes narrowed, the shadow of a frustrated beast flickering across his face."I have been fighting my own instincts to be patient for a long time," he grumbled, his voice thick with suppressed heat.I quickly pressed my palms to my burning cheeks. "You think I timed this on purpose? My body isn't exactly checking the calendar for your convenience."I needed to break the tension before the air in the kitchen reached a boiling point. "Why don't we head to the Citadel markets? We need to hunt down a worthy tribute for your grandmother’s ritual."Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling a heavy, defeated breath. "Fine. Let's go before I decide the eggs aren't the only thing I'm hungry for."The Pierce Compound was a massive fortress of stone and timber carved into the jagged roots of the Ironwood Mountains. The surrounding forest was a wall of ancient pines, and the grounds were meticulously