Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Elaine stood up, her legs shaking so violently I could hear her heels clicking against the marble floor. She looked like a cornered fox, desperate and confused. She hadn’t expected the dismissal of a "stray" like me to trigger an earthquake in the Pierce Holdings executive wing.To the rest of the Citadel, I was a ghost. A Lawson with no rank. Why was the High Alpha’s inner circle suddenly breathing down her neck?A dozen high-ranking wolves turned their predatory gazes toward her, waiting.“I—I heard it from the pack gossips,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “When she was at the University, she was... intimate with several Alphas, and... she isn't as pure as she looks. She used her scent to—”“Watch your tongue, Elaine,” Lucas Grant interrupted. His voice was like the crack of a whip in a silent forest. “Give us names. Give us dates and locations to substantiate these stains on her character. We will clear this air once and for all. I will not have it said that Pierce Holdings mak

Noah smiled, and though he tried to keep his composure, I could see the spark in his amber eyes. It had been years, but the way he looked at me hadn't changed. I’d grown sharper, my edges hardened by the Lawson's cruelty, but to him, I clearly still held the same pull I did back at the University.I knew he hadn't moved on, but he didn't push. He’d been reckless and immature back then, which was exactly why I’d kept him at arm’s length. Now that we were breathing the same filtered Citadel air at Pierce Holdings, he seemed to sense a second chance."Look, let me take you to a feast soon," he suggested, leaning against the silver elevator doors. "Call it a 'welcome to the pack' dinner.""I'd like that," I said, though my mind immediately flashed to my credit balance. I needed every coin for Ruth's care at Bayview Medical. "But I'm swamped with the new designs. Let’s aim for next month?"Noah’s grin widened. "I’m a patient wolf, Brooke. I'm not going anywhere. Want a quick tour of the in

I narrowed my eyes at the "realtor" and pulled Logan closer, my voice a sharp whisper."Logan, this doesn't track. Is this wolf a scavenger trying to scam us?""If you don't believe the silver on the contract, ask him yourself," Logan said, his voice smooth as a mountain stream. He looked at the man, who was currently sweating through his cheap vest."It's the truth, Mrs. Pierce," the man stuttered, wiping his brow. He wasn't a realtor; he was one of Evan’s scouts, and he looked terrified of messing up Logan's orders. "The owner is... uh... under extreme lunar pressure. He needs to vacate the territory immediately, so he’s slashed the tithe to almost nothing.""Thank you. We'll take one more look around," I said. My tone was polite, but my inner wolf was on high alert.I paced through the rooms, checking for hidden monitoring wards and pulling open every cabinet. Logan leaned against the doorframe, watching me with an unbothered, amused expression."Hunting for intruders, Brooke?"I e

"Logan, this is a High-Alpha establishment," I whispered, my hand tightening on his arm as we stood before the arched silver gates of The Silver Moon.This place was the crown jewel of the Pierce Holdings' hospitality wing. A single meal here could cost my entire month's commission. I could see the reflection of my worn boots in the polished obsidian floors, and I felt like a stray trying to sneak into the Great Hall."Didn't you promise me a legendary feast?" Logan arched an eyebrow, his expression a mask of innocent confusion.I gritted my teeth, my heart sinking as I looked at the gold-leafed menus being carried past us. "Fine. It's nothing. Let's go in."Inside, the scent of roasted stag and rare herbs made my stomach growl, but the prices made my head spin. I scanned the parchment, looking for anything—a side of roots, a bowl of broth—that wouldn't leave me bankrupt."Miss, could you please decide? We have High-Caste families waiting for this table," a waiter said, his voice drip

I felt the brush of his skin against mine as my toes rubbed against his shins under the heavy furs.Logan’s body was radiating a heat that wasn't just physical—it was the burn of a wolf held too long on a leash. The primal tension he had been fighting in the car finally snapped. He rolled over, pinning me into the mattress with the sheer weight of his frame. The scent of my skin, sweet and laced with nectar, made his jaw tighten until the bone was visible.His silver eyes swept over my body, tracing the rise and fall of my chest. I usually hid behind loose, layered tunics, but the camisole I wore now left nothing to the imagination. I was petite, yes, but curved in all the right places—a dainty waist flowing into hips that could sustain a litter of pups.Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a soft sigh in my sleep, my head tilting back to give him more access.Suddenly, he froze. He pulled back as if the silver mark on his neck had burn