All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ARIA"Just hand over the dried meat, Martha," I whispered, glancing nervously toward the heavy wooden kitchen doors."You are going to get us both killed, child," the old omega hissed. She frantically shoved a wrapped cloth bundle into my shaking hands. "If the Alpha catches me giving you travel rations, he will hang me in the courtyard.""He will not catch you," I promised, quickly stuffing the food into the large pockets of my oversized sweater. "I just need enough food to survive the first few days.""The woods are not safe for a lone female!" Martha pleaded, her wrinkled hands gripping my wrists tightly. "Especially not right now. You know the Blood Moon Ball is in exactly four days.""That is exactly why I have to leave in two," I replied bitterly, pulling out of her grip. "If I stay here, Father is going to hand me over to Jacob Locke on a silver platter. I refuse to become a prisoner in some Lycan's dungeon."Martha shook her head, tears instantly filling her tired eyes. "Where

ARIAHe didn't wait until I was fully conscious before the barrage of insults began streaming from his lips.“You are a complete disappointment.”The harsh, angry words cut through the dark fog in my brain. Blinking against the blinding fluorescent lights above me, my eyes slowly adjusted to the sterile white ceiling of the pack hospital. The sharp stench of bleach and rubbing alcohol immediately invaded my nose.“Did you hear me, Aria?”Turning my head felt like grinding broken glass against my spine. Father stood right next to my metal hospital bed. His arms were crossed tightly over his broad chest. He did not look worried. He did not look relieved that I was alive. His eyes burned with pure, unadulterated rage.“Where…” My voice cracked, sounding like dry sandpaper. “Where am I?”“You are exactly where you deserve to be,” Father sneered, stepping closer to the metal bed rail. “You are lying in a hospital bed, costing my pack precious medical supplies. We found you bleeding out in

ARIALeaving the clinic, I finally joined my father outside.Two massive black SUVs waited with their engines rumbling loudly. I climbed into the back of the second vehicle, flanked immediately by two giant, heavily armed pack guards. Father rode in the front car.The drive took nearly two agonizing hours.Eventually, the vehicles slowed down. Peering out the tinted window, my breath caught in my throat.Jacob Locke’s central estate was not just a house. It was a literal fortress. Massive, towering iron gates loomed high into the dark sky, completely surrounded by twenty-foot stone walls. Hundreds of elite Lycan soldiers patrolled the perimeter, holding heavy rifles. Inside the gates, a sprawling, ancient mansion sat on a massive hill. Blood-red banners hung from every single window, fluttering wildly in the cold night wind.The courtyard was packed. Expensive cars lined the circular driveway. Hundreds of powerful Alphas and their dressed-up Lunas walked up the grand marble stairs. Th

ARIA“Sleep tight, gentlemen,” I whispered, stepping carefully over the massive, unconscious bodies of my guards.Staring down at them, a wicked, unapologetic smile stretched across my face. They wanted a submissive little pet. They fully expected me to put on this ridiculous velvet gown, smile for the flashing cameras, and willingly spread my legs for a ruthless monster. Idiots. All of them. My father honestly thought breaking my bones and pumping me full of experimental chemicals would shatter my spirit. He forgot one crucial detail. When you back an animal into a corner, strip away every single option, and leave it with nothing left to lose, that animal does not just surrender. It bites back. Hard.An animal in that position, they said, was capable of unheard feats and miracles.Let them call me a rogue. Let them call me a defect, a fat little pig, or a crazy bitch. If playing by their twisted rules gets you sold into eternal slavery, then breaking every single rule is the only l

ARIA“Hey there.”My eyes snapped open. Blinding yellow light from a kerosene lantern pierced my vision. A strange, rugged face hovered just a few feet away from me.“Get away from me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.Panic hijacked my brain. Scrambling violently backward, my shoulders slammed into a hard wooden wall. I was sitting on a narrow cot in a small, dusty cabin. I had no idea where I was. Wildly looking around the room, I desperately searched for a weapon. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.“Hey, look at me. Look at my hands,” the stranger said. His voice was deep, calm, and incredibly steady. He slowly raised both of his hands in the air, showing me they were empty. “I am not going to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have left you out there in the freezing dirt.”Breathing heavily, I pressed my back flat against the rough wood. I stared at him. He was tall, with broad shoulders hidden beneath a worn flannel shirt. He had messy brown hair,