Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Logan felt a jagged hollow in his chest. How could she strip him of the ancient right to claim her scent with a kiss?He had merely rested his weight against Brooke’s shoulder, offering the heat of his body without crossing the boundaries of her skin.They had shared the pull of the moon countless times before, their spirits entwining in the dark, and she had never bristled like a threatened pup. What has shifted in her blood? He paced the confines of the apartment, unable to decode the riddle of her silence.When Brooke finally emerged from her chamber for the evening meal, a ghost of a smile touched her lips, but it lacked the primal warmth he had come to crave. The distance between them felt like a mountain range, cold and impassable.Later, when the moon was high and the mists rolled in from the jagged coast, he reached for his device and linked with Lucas Grant. The signal pulsed several times before the connection snapped open."I am in the middle of a hunt. Speak your peace—do

"Of course, I’m hunting for a real professional!" The woman snarled, her finger stabbing toward the iron-bound exit. "Slink back to the shadows, now!"I took a few steps toward the threshold, but my pride reached its limit. I spun on my heel, my eyes flashing with a cold, predatory light as I pinned the female with a glare. "I will leave this den! But not before you hand over the silver-marks for my labor!""You've fouled my sanctuary with this amateur scrawl. I haven't even demanded blood-tribute for the damage yet. What makes your small mind think I’d pay you for ruining my walls?" the woman snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "If you do not vanish this instant, I’ll howl for the High Guard to drag you to the pits."She snatched up her device, pretending to link with the guards, though her heart was thudding against her ribs in a frantic rhythm.She was drowning in regret. Trading snarls with the Luna of the High Alpha was a dance with death. Great Mother, why did he command me

My legs turned to water. The next heartbeat, I was a heap on the floor, the cold stone of the Harbor View Apartment biting through my clothes.A jagged, suffocating lump rose in my throat. I wanted to howl until the mists shook, but a cold instinct prickled at the back of my neck. Something in that healer’s voice hadn't rung true. In a world where Alpha blood is the only currency, a "change of heart" smelled like a foul setup.I didn't wait. I sprinted back into the night, my lungs burning until I reached the sterile, scent-heavy halls of the Bayview Medical Center."Healer, I must speak with the soul who was to gift their life-force to Ruth Miller," I demanded, my voice cracking with desperation."Mistress, I cannot allow it," the healer replied, his face a mask of professional indifference. "It is against the laws of the Citadel to reveal the identity of a donor, especially one who has reclaimed their path. A shifter has the right to choose their end. I cannot assist you further. Le

Logan was reclaiming his place on the pelt-covered sofa beside me.The flickering, blue-tinged light from the screen cast jagged shadows across his jaw, making his Alpha-born features seem even more lethal in the dark. He was reclined with a predatory grace, his thumbs dancing over his device as he sent encrypted commands to his enforcers."Why did you let me drift into the sleep-haze?" I murmured, rubbing my eyes.The heavy, slate-gray wool blanket Logan had draped over me began to slide from my shoulders."I sensed your spirit needed the stillness. I knew you would return to us when the moon climbed higher." Logan offered a rare, softened smile and pressed a bowl of warmed goat's milk into my hands."Drain this and seek your inner chamber. The furs there will offer a better sanctuary for your bones than this frame."I took the offering and drank obediently, the warmth blooming in my chest.Silence reclaimed the den, broken only by the distant hum of the Citadel's power-grid."I owe

"You wouldn't stop barking at our gates for silver. Why else do you think we’ve crawled here?"Evelyn wiped at her eyes, her movements jagged and dramatic. She reached into the heavy kraft paper bag, pulled out a thick stack of Citadel credits, and thrust them toward me, ensuring every guild member watching caught the exchange.Then, she let out a jagged howl of grief."Do not darken our territory begging for scraps again! We have stripped our own den, sold our very pelts and heirlooms just to sate you. We have nothing left to bleed. Please, do not hunt us further. We cannot afford the cost of a stray like you. We took you in when you were a cub, fed you from our own kill for years, and never asked for a single mark in return. How can you treat your own pack this way? We are getting old, Brooke. Our fangs are dull."It was a calculated strike. They hadn't come to Pierce Holdings to pay a debt; they had come to poison my name before the entire Citadel.I snatched the bag and did a quic