All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I couldn’t push past Lucas’s broad frame, and despite craning my neck toward the lift, I saw only a retreating silhouette. Brandon—or rather, Gaston Yaton—was already being ushered away by a phalanx of Sentries in dark tactical gear. His head was bowed, and he moved with a swift, predatory grace that didn't allow me a single glimpse of his face."What are you hunting for, Brooke?"Lucas followed my gaze with a pair of knowing, amber eyes, his mouth curling into a cryptic smirk. "So, you were hoping to catch a sighting of the Great Alpha himself? Pity he vanished back into the shadows so quickly.""No, that wasn't it. You’ve got the wrong scent, Mr. Grant," I stammered, heat rising to my face as I quickly looked away. I didn't want to engage with his teasing, so I shifted my bag and turned toward the exit. "I’ll be heading out now."Lucas took two steps forward, his expression softening into something kinder. "Let me escort you to your den. It’s past the witching hour."To be honest, L

Ruth Miller’s daughter, Gerda, halted her staggering pace to let out a thunderous, unrefined burp, her cheeks flushing a deep, bruised crimson.“Fine, then. Let the scholar Noah Bennett oversee her return to the den. We can entrust her safety to his paws.”After the pack reached a consensus, they summoned their respective transports and scattered into the mist. Noah looked toward me as I slumped against the rough-hewn stone wall of the tavern.The early autumn wind off the Great Wilderness was biting, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Noah shed his heavy wool cloak and draped it over my shoulders, his scent of old parchment and cedar wrapping around me. He slid a steady arm around my waist to guide me toward the edge of the trail. His touch was respectful, devoid of any predatory heat; he simply wanted to ensure I reached my sanctuary safely, perhaps savoring a few more moments of my company in the quiet.Noah slung my satchel over his own neck and ushered me toward the main

Logan was a force of nature, an immovable mountain of Alpha pride. It wasn't that my inner wolf didn't yearn to surrender to his heat; I was simply paralyzed by the sheer, jagged edge of his ferocity in that moment.He remained deaf to my whimpers, deaf to the way my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. He shed his dark tunic in one fluid, predatory motion before burying his face against the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin of my chest.Electric sparks, raw and primal, surged through my veins, centering in my very core."No! Please, stop!"I was spiraling into a panic now, shielding my eyes with my trembling hands. It was agonizing enough to be terrified of his shadow, but it was worse knowing that my body was traitorously leaning into his touch, recognizing the scent of its mate."You brute! Release me!"Logan had already discarded his tactical trousers and was leaning in to stifle my cries with another soul-searing kiss when he

Ten minutes later, a group of burly, silent men arrived and dragged the unconscious assaulter away into the night. I kept my head down, refusing to watch. Logan knew I used the floor to hide my emotions."Why so interested in the floorboards? Is there gold hidden in the grain?" Logan’s voice softened. He barred the door and pulled me into a fierce hug. "You have to be on guard, Brooke. Danger doesn't stop at the threshold. I pulsed you dozens of times last night. Do you have any idea how my wolf roared with worry?"Logan was a rugged, hardened male, yet he held me with the tenderness of a pup."I know you were enraged... because I matter to you."Looking into his deep-set eyes made my head spin. He always left me breathless, my thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. His touch felt like a spell, a primal magic that drew me in. I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as his hot breath fanned over my skin."Who else would I bleed for, if not you?" He looked at my unbuttoned c

Once we were back at the Harbor View Apartment, I cleared out my dresser and moved my few belongings into Logan’s chamber."Why are you shifting your things? Do you two still rest in separate dens even after being mated for this long?" Ruth Miller caught my arm, her milky eyes clouded with genuine concern. "Is that male not providing for you? Did you two have a territorial dispute?" She narrowed her eyes at Logan, who was occupied at the hearth, preparing a meal of roasted game.I couldn't help but offer a small, reassuring smile at her protectiveness. "No, Ruth, we are perfectly fine. My duties at Pierce Holdings have been demanding, and I often return after the moons are high. I simply didn't wish to rouse Logan from his rest, so I chose a separate sleeping nook. The journey from the wild must have drained you. Why don't you take a long rest in the bedroom?""That is a relief. I feared the handsome Alpha wasn't honoring you properly." Ruth’s face crinkled into a smile, the deep line