All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You are howling lies! We provided far more than that!"Evelyn was rendered speechless, her face contorting as she clutched her silk handbag to her chest, trying to shield herself from the judgmental stares of the surrounding pack members."We have always been open-handed with your needs!"I rolled my eyes, the metallic scent of her desperation hitting my nose. Her denial didn't shock me. I still couldn't fathom why she harbored such a deep-seated vendetta against me. The woman had despised my presence since I was a pup. Back when I still inhabited a corner of their estate, Evelyn would snarl at me for the most trivial infractions."I didn't exactly petition for you to adopt me, did I?" I said, my voice projecting a quiet, steady grit that cut through the murmurs. "Since you brought me into your den, you were bound by the laws of the Citadel to provide. Given your status and the Lawson lineage's wealth, the pittance you sent each moon wouldn't even cover the basic rations of a low-cas

Logan had quietly covered the blood-debt for the specialized healer to ensure Ruth’s safety.Three weeks later, the scent of antiseptic finally faded as I packed Ruth’s meager belongings and helped her step out from the stone arches of Bayview Medical Center."Ruth, the Harbor View Apartment has plenty of room. Won't you come live within our walls?""Oh, no, little wolf. My bones are made of forest floor and mountain mist. Take me back to the edge of the wilderness. I wouldn't know how to breathe in these towering stone Citadel apartments." Ruth’s smile was weak but genuine. She was simply relieved to see me thriving in a higher caste.I had no choice but to honor her spirit. I hailed a transport at the hospital gates, intending to escort her back to the rustic territory on the periphery of the city.I watched the rugged landscape blur past the window, lost in thought, until the smell of the air changed. The familiar scent of the pine-line was replaced by the stagnant stench of a swam

The plan in Evelyn’s mind was a jagged, cruel thing. She would facilitate the rogue’s escape into the Dead-Lands, and the Citadel would never scent her involvement. She was the shadow behind the silver. Earlier that sun-cycle, she had received a jagged stone-scratch—a message from the brute—confirming he had Brooke in his sights. But as the moons began to shift, the silence from the Barrens became deafening, and a cold prickle of unease crawled up her spine."Patience, Evelyn. The mists take time to swallow a soul," she whispered to her own reflection, dipping her brush into a lacquer as red as fresh kill.Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from the stone vestibule of the Lawson Estate. The heavy oak doors groaned on their hinges."What is that racket? Quiet those curs or I’ll have your status stripped by morning!" Evelyn snapped toward the foyer, her voice a whip-crack of disdain. But her command was met with a whimpering, fractured tone. The servant appeared, trembling so hard her tee

Evelyn planned to guide the rogue toward the shadow-paths of the Dead-Lands, ensuring the Citadel trackers would never catch her scent as the architect of this cruelty. She had received a jagged mind-link from the brute earlier, confirming Brooke was in his claws. But as the moons climbed and the hours bled away, the silence from the mist grew heavy, leaving Evelyn with a cold, gnawing unease."Steady your heart, Evelyn. The mists merely prolong the kill," she whispered to her own reflection, casually coating her talons in a lacquer as red as fresh blood.Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from the stone vestibule of The Lawson Estate. The heavy reinforced doors groaned on their hinges."What is this insolence? Silence those curs or I will strip your rank by dawn!" Evelyn snarled toward the foyer, her voice a whip-crack of disdain. But her command was met with a whimpering, fractured tone. The servant appeared, smelling of pure terror. "Mistress... Brooke Lawson... she has breached the

"That's acceptable. Proceed."Since my superior had spoken, I had no choice but to push down my frustration. After leaving the Tactical Den, I immediately took my terminal to the Shifter Tech-Hut."The internal circuits are drowned in herbal tonic, and the data-stone is fractured. I’m sorry, Brooke Lawson, but this essence is beyond my retrieval," the technician muttered, shaking his head as he inspected the charred machine. He shoved it back toward me across the stone counter. "Are you looking for a replacement? We have several refurbished units that are efficient for their cost.""No, thank you."Though I had braced for the worst, the confirmation felt like a physical blow to my gut. I reclaimed the lifeless machine and trudged out of the hut. It had taken me weeks of sleepless nights to map those border patrol routes. Even if I pushed my inner wolf to the brink, redrawing them would take a full sun-cycle. With the deadline looming tomorrow morning, the few hours of moonlight remain