Todos os capítulos de The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

I woke to sunlight and the smell of coffee.Fao was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but sweatpants, making breakfast like the world hadn't almost ended yesterday.Even after everything — the fear, the violence, the sleepless night — I caught myself staring. That broad back, the muscles shifting as he moved, the sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His long red hair was loose, falling past his shoulders, still damp from washing up in the creek.Damn, some distant part of my brain noted. He's still really hot.Apparently near-death experiences didn't kill my libido. Good to know."How do you feel?" he asked, bringing me a cup.I considered the question. My face ached. My wrists were sore. My whole body felt like I'd been through a war.But I was alive. Fao was alive. Trevor was running scared."Hungry," I said finally.He smiled — a real smile, the kind that made his whole face light up. "Good. Breakfast is almost ready."I watched him move around the kitchen, my werewolf boyfriend who h

THREE WEEKS LATERThe hikers found them on a Tuesday.A young couple from the city, out for a late autumn trek before the first real snow hit. They'd wandered off the marked trail — looking for a better photo op, they'd later tell the police — and stumbled into the ravine where nature had been busy doing what nature does.What was left didn't look human anymore. Scattered bones, torn fabric, gnaw marks consistent with large predators. The medical examiner would eventually identify two adult males through dental records, but that would take weeks. In the meantime, the speculation began.Bear attack, the initial reports said. Hikers warned to stay on marked trails.But then someone leaked the photos.Not the official crime scene photos — those were locked down tight. These were from the hikers themselves, taken in those first shocked moments before they'd called 911. Grainy, shaky, but clear enough to show the carnage. Clear enough to show that whatever had done this wasn't any bear any

My mother called again that night.We'd migrated to the bedroom after our talk — needing comfort, needing connection, needing to feel alive in the face of everything closing in around us. Now I was straddling Fao's lap, his knot firmly locked inside me, his arms wrapped around my waist while we waited for his body to release me.My phone rang. Again."Just ignore it," Fao murmured against my neck."I've ignored it four times. She's not going to stop."He sighed, shifting slightly, and we both sucked in a breath as the knot moved inside me."Don't — don't do that while I'm on the phone with my mother.""Then don't answer."The phone rang again. I grabbed it off the nightstand and hit accept before I could think better of it."Elowen Marie Walsh, why haven't you been answering your phone?""Hi, Mom." I tried to keep my voice steady. Fao, the bastard, chose that moment to rock his hips slightly. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper."Don't 'hi Mom' me. Have you seen the news? There's

The club was loud tonight.I stood at my usual post near the VIP section, watching the crowd, cataloging threats the way I always did. Two drunk men near the stage — harmless, just stupid. A group of women celebrating something, shrieking every time the music changed. The regulars nursing their drinks, eyes glued to the dancers.And everyone — everyone — talking about the beast in the woods."Did you see the new footage? Thing's gotta be eight feet tall.""My buddy works for Fish and Wildlife. He says they've never seen anything like it.""I heard they're bringing in hunters from out of state. Professional ones.""Good. That thing killed two people. Put it down, I say."I kept my face blank. Kept my posture relaxed. Kept pretending I wasn't the monster they were all so eager to destroy.Terry clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. "You okay, man? You look tense.""Fine." I forced my jaw to unclench. "Just focused.""That's what I like about you. Always alert." He nodded toward

We got home around three in the morning.Elowen drove while I sat in the passenger seat, window cracked despite the cold. I'd offered to learn — had even sat through one disastrous attempt in a parking lot — but she'd banned me from the driver's seat after I'd nearly taken out a light pole. Apparently "just go where you want to go" wasn't how cars worked.The private-room incident hadn't dampened her spirits — if anything, it had energized her. She'd gone back out and danced like she had something to prove, and the customers had responded."Six hundred tonight," she said, glancing at me with a tired smile. "Not bad for a Tuesday.""You earned it.""I really did." She reached over and squeezed my knee without taking her eyes off the road. "Thanks for coming to my rescue. Even if I didn't need it.""I'll always come.""I know." She was quiet for a moment, watching the dark road unfurl ahead of us. "Hey, did you notice that guy at the bar? The one in flannel?"I went still. "You saw him?