Blood on my Hands

There was silence now.The kind that made every little sound seem louder than it should have been. The scrape of my shoe against the cave floor. The faint tapping of my thumb against my cracked phone screen as I searched for a signal that refused to appear.“Come on,” I whispered.One bar flickered at the top of the screen, then vanished.If I could just reach Dad.My hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the phone. I tightened my grip and tried the call again, but it failed immediately.My blouse was torn at the shoulder. My hospital ID still hung from the torn edge of my blouse, forgotten in the chaos. Blood had soaked through the fabric around my knee, and a sticky red crust sat beneath my fingernails. Most of it wasn't mine.I swallowed the sour nausea rising in my throat. Outside, somewhere beyond the mouth of the cave, a man lay motionless on the damp earth with my knife wound in his chest.Varek. The Rogue Alpha whose name every northern pack spoke in hushed warning

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I Killed Him

The command in that voice hit the clearing like a physical force. Both rogues froze, their aggression melting into instinctive fear. They backed away from me, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, taking on postures of total submission before the shadows even parted.A man stepped into the faint light filtering through the canopy. Tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a wall of solid muscle, he radiated an authority so thick it made the air heavy to breathe. Fresh blood was smeared across his chest, though I couldn't tell if it belonged to him or someone else.The rogue nearest him lowered his gaze to the dirt, trembling violently. “Varek.”My heart stopped.The Rogue Alpha.I recognized him instantly from the emergency security bulletins posted across every pack border. Wanted for raids, massacres, and terrorizing the northern territories, his face was synonymous with death. But seeing him in person was different. He looked like a predator who commanded everything around him.Varek’s dark

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Life After Varek

Four Years Later The ward’s scent filters hummed quietly overhead, stripping most of the blood, fear, and wolf musk from the air. The monitors blinked yellow, their stuttering beeps matching the uneven rhythm of the boy’s heartbeat. His pulse was unstable, skipping beats every few seconds as his body tried to shift again before recovering from the last transformation.“Hello Atta, how do you feel?” I asked, keeping my voice calm despite the chaotic lines on the screen.“Like a train ran over me,” he replied, trying not to groan. He tried to mask it, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the bedrail.“I'm going to draw a little blood from your arm so we can run some tests and figure out what’s triggering this.” I found the vein, swabbed it, and slid the needle in. He winced, his fangs briefly elongating before receding. Then I opened his file and added a few treatment orders.“Nurse Vi, ensure that he gets these.” I handed over the file and strode to the door.“I'll head over to

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Ronan Draven

I have to be wrong about this one.I took one look at Grayson’s worried expression and placed my hand over his.“My darling, something has come up with some patients. I need to finish logging the trauma real quick so that the other doctors can have complete information to work with.”I hated how the lie came so easy.Grayson sighed. The relief was obvious on his face.“It's okay, I'll take my leave. I'll see you later tonight?”“Yes.” I smiled, hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt.He kissed me on the forehead and sauntered out of my office.My half-drunk chocolate tea was forgotten in a moment and I opened my laptop. I wasn't happy to lie to Grayson but where would I begin the explanation from? Three years together, and I had never once told him that I had killed two men. That one of them had been the most feared Rogue Alpha in the region.The first name I typed into the search bar was Ronan Draven. Pages of results appeared. I went down the rabbit hole—news archives, Draven Pack

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The Scar

“You look like you've seen a ghost, Miss Sinclair.”My pulse spiked wildly beneath Ronan’s thumb. Around us, the reception hall blurred—the glow of chandeliers, the murmur of high-society chatter, the clink of champagne glasses all receding until nothing remained but him and only the unbearable weight of his hand against mine, warm and a thousand shades of wrong.I searched his face for Varek and found nothing. No anger. No spark of recognition. Ronan Draven was mildly amused with one dark eyebrow arched above a carefully controlled half-smile.Forcing a breath into my lungs, I called upon years of training to bury what I couldn't afford to feel. The past was dead.I slipped my hand from his grip with deliberate ease, as if the contact hadn't sent a jolt straight to my ribs.“Maybe you remind me of someone,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.“Hopefully someone pleasant?” He tilted his head.Before I could answer, Dr. Kane appeared at my elbow with his usual brisk efficiency.“Sorr

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All Chapters of My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Blood on my Hands

I Killed Him

Life After Varek

Ronan Draven

The Scar