All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"You should head inside. I’ll be waiting to bring you back to the den once your shift concludes.""Be on your guard, Logan. If those scavengers tracked my scent to the workplace, they likely know where we lay our heads at night. They might be lurking near the Harbor View Apartment, waiting to ambush you." I tightened my grip on his forearm, my wolf pacing anxiously beneath my skin as I searched his face for any sign of fear."Do not let it trouble your spirit. Those curs lack the spine for such an assault."As he spoke, Logan’s expression hardened, his eyes turning to chips of frozen amber as he scanned the distant tree line. Then, he softened, patting my head with a gentle touch before melting into the sea of shifters and disappearing.Swallowing the lump of dread in my throat, I walked briskly into the massive stone lobby of the Pierce Holdings building.A female shifter behind me let out a jagged snicker, whispering to her companion as we waited for the lift. "Look, there she is. W

The harsh fallout of the Lawson family’s collapse served as a brutal awakening for Richard. In the aftermath, his gaze softened; he stopped demanding the impossible from Madison and began to see the small mercies in their new, quiet existence. Ultimately, he simply desired a secure future for his last remaining cub.However, Madison was revolted by the idea of mating with a common, dependable laborer. The concept of an ordinary, scentless life in a small territory was a nightmare she refused to inhabit."Father, that is not the path I will walk," Madison stated, her voice sharp with resolve. She was certain of her own worth and had no intention of wasting her breath debating a man who had already surrendered. She snatched her bag and retreated to the upper chambers. She wasn't the type to sit and howl at the moon, praying for a change in fortune. After all, a female’s prime and beauty were fleeting currencies in the Shifter Citadel.Madison had always craved the high-caste life and de

I looked down at the silk. Brandon had insisted I keep this wardrobe. "This is no imitation," I stated firmly. I knew the CEO wouldn't gift me a lie.Emani let out a heavy sigh, as if pitying a wounded animal. She reached out to straighten the beads on my shoulder, a fake smile on her lips. "Then prove it. Show me the mark on the collar. I am kin to the designer of this line. The true crest is always sewn in gold."I didn't hesitate. I pulled back the collar to reveal the tag. The thread wasn't gold; it was a deep, shimmering purple intertwined with silver. The assistant let out a shrill bark of laughter."See? You had the nerve to bark back at us! You’re wearing a fake. Go hide in a stall, sweetheart. A common wolf like you couldn't afford a piece worth hundreds of thousands of silver credits."Other females heading to the washroom began to circle like vultures, sensing a kill. They were the same colleagues who had whispered about my foster family and the debt. They were eager to see

I sought refuge in his powerful hold, my mind racing through the fragments of doubt I had gathered. After a long moment of agonizing silence, I realized that hunting for the truth in the shadows of my own mind was useless. I had to confront the Alpha directly.“You and Brandon… are you two…” My voice was a mere thread of sound, so faint that Logan had to tilt his head until his ear was nearly brushing my lips.“Are we what, Brooke?” he urged, his scent swirling around me, thick and expectant.I pulled back, forcing myself to meet his piercing gaze with whatever grit I had left. “Are you knotting with him? Are you lovers?”The shock hit Logan like a physical blow. He choked, his lungs hitching as he broke into a violent fit of coughing. His grip on me slackened, and he turned away to cover his mouth, his face flushing a deep, heated red that reached the tips of his ears.Even Calvu, behind the wheel, was so rattled by my accusation that the car jerked sharply. The tires shrieked agains

My chest felt hollow, the weight of being an outsider in my own den pressing down on me. I had no appetite for intimacy with a male who treated his true self like a forbidden relic.“The moon is high. I am surrendering to sleep,” I muttered, turning my back to him.The words were a lie; I was painfully alert. A stampede of questions thundered through my mind, trampling any hope of rest. I bit my lip, casting a furtive glance over my shoulder, secretly hunting for a sign that Logan might finally shed his skin and speak. But the silence remained unbroken, save for the heavy sigh he let out as he settled into the furs beside me.The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock echoed the sinking of my heart. Then, I felt the shift in the bedding. Logan moved, his broad chest molding against my spine as he draped an arm over my waist, pulling me back into his heat.He rested his jaw against my shoulder, his gaze fixed on the curve of my ear. A heavy, strange tension saturated the room, softened onl