All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tiffany thinned her lips, a flicker of frustration crossing her sharp features before she gathered the rejected scrolls. She offered a stiff, formal nod to the pair. "Very well. We shall retreat and re-evaluate our position. Apologies for the intrusion on your territory."The heavy iron doors of the elevator hissed shut, and Tiffany turned her piercing gaze toward me. "What is the true scent here, Brooke? Did you challenge that female’s position in a previous season?"I stared at my reflection in the polished metal, the weight of the Lawson blood-feud pressing on my chest. "The history is jagged and old, Director," I managed, my voice carrying a weary rasp.Tiffany rubbed her temples, the movement graceful even in her irritation. Her high-arched brows twitched with a silent calculation. "I find it hard to believe you were the aggressor. You carry yourself with a calm that rarely bites without provocation."A faint, tired smile touched my mouth. "Ms. Fisher, since they have rejected my

"Oh, no, no. It’s just a shock, that’s all. My thanks for the clarity, Director Fisher. I’ll return to my bench." Once I regained my senses, I offered a sheepish smile and took my leave.In truth, I wasn't exactly celebrating. I was drowning in a sea of confusion. In my eyes, a single garment treaty wasn't worth the heavy-handed intervention of a High Alpha like Lucas Grant. Why would he bother to hunt on my behalf?As I turned to go, Tiffany arched an eyebrow, clearly catching the scent of my doubt. "I did not expect Lord Grant to personally blood-mark this issue. You two seem to share... a favorable alignment. Did you know him before you joined the guild?"It seemed I wasn't the only wolf who felt the wind had shifted strangely."Oh, no. Truly, I have only stood in Lord Grant’s presence twice." I shook my head, waving my hands to dismiss the very thought.When I reached my desk, the ink wouldn't flow. I couldn't focus on a single line.It was utterly unorthodox—unreasonable, even—fo

"Fine. What is it you desire?"Logan brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of my throat one last time before finally retreating. With a low, rolling chuckle, he gave me a playful wink. "Track the answer yourself. I can scent the exhaustion in your bones. Go to your furs."He turned on his heel, heading toward his private chambers to shed his work leathers.The following sun, after the guild had dismissed us, I ventured into the Great Bazaar.It was located in the most frantic sector of the Shifter Citadel, where the stone streets hummed with life. A ritual of sorts was taking place in the central plaza; a pack of younglings were performing a hunt-dance on a raised wooden stage while the crowd let out barks of approval and rhythmic clapping.As I pushed into the dense throng, a sudden surge in the crowd nearly knocked me off my paws. Before I could stumble, a powerful hand clamped onto my forearm, steadying me with a firm tug.I spun around to find Noah Bennett offering me a brig

At nine in the evening, I finally crossed the threshold of the Harbor View Apartment, my fingers stinging from the weight of a heavy supply bag.I had scoured the stalls of several master-weavers in the Citadel, hunting for a tunic that would match Logan’s raw power. But without knowing the span of his shoulders, I had settled on a thick, dark-hide belt.Logan was at the heavy oak table, sweeping away a stack of scrolls as I entered. His brow furrowed as his silver eyes tracked my exhaustion. "What delayed your return, Brooke? The moon is already high."He walked to the cooling stone and retrieved a flagon of chilled cider."I encountered a few briars on the path," I murmured, dropping the bag and collapsing onto the furs of the sofa. "My throat is parched. Pass that here."Logan hesitated, then pressed the cold flagon against my flushed cheek instead of handing it over. He sat beside me, his scent turning protective. "No. Are you in your moon-cycle?""Logan! How... how could you scen

“Lord Grant, the formal pelt is prepared.”Madison’s eyes practically ignited. Even from a distance, the dark shimmer of the silk and the glint of the dragon-glass jewelry screamed of high-caste wealth.“My thanks.” She smoothed her gravy-stained furs, attempting to reclaim her hollow dignity as she stepped toward the servant carrying the gown. Just as her clawed fingers reached out to claim the prize, the attendant stepped laterally, moving past her as if she were a common forest stray.“Move aside, female. You are blocking the path.” Madison’s pupils dilated in shock, her boots stumbling back against the stone floor.With a respectful bow, the servant presented the shimmering bundle to me.Madison’s face turned a violent, bruised purple.What madness is this? I am the one with the ruined finery! Why are they gifting a masterpiece to Brooke? She destroyed my pelt, and yet the House rewards her? The moon has surely gone mad!“This is a mistake. Please, take it back,” I said, my voice