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she asks and my eyes dart. “I suppose….” Sophie stops everything she is doing and stares at me, “You like her, don’t you?” I gasp, shaking my head quickly, “I barely know her, Sophie. How could I like her?” “You just could, Madden. I know father says love isn’t for royals…but I don’t believe him. Look at other provinces.” She is right- other kingdoms have actual royal couples. I am the first to request a surrogate. “I know, Sophie, but I think father is right; it’s too messy.”

“If he was only intent on taking over, he would not have focused quite so much on that part of it. Yes, if he was an Alpha King, he would need an heir to continue the line, but continuing the line doesn’t matter if you don’t first have the throne. I am not sure if he thought that part through, telling me he is not the total brains of the operation, but he is clearly the front man, which makes the Rogue King more dangerous if he’s hiding behind lieutenants posing as higher leaders. We don’t know how many ‘leaders’ he’s hiding behind making capturing him more difficult. That’s what I would do if it were me. Set several layers of protections up, giving my adversaries work to do and wearing

The paleness of the older female's skin told Isolde how afraid Roga was. "He's the master. The lord's male. Sire Edrand has the power to do whatever he wants. Power to bend others to his will a lot of times," Roga said, but her voice was thick with emotions. Isolde willed herself to move closer. She held Roga's hand and asked in a whisper, "Has this ever happened before?" "A lot of times in the past. Before he left for the Abbey of Thorns..." "Abbey of Thorns? What is that?" She interrupted Roga, trying to sate her curiosity.

He has me securely wrapped. We continue to the castle, straight to Alpha Andras and his companion. I come to a standstill in front of them. Alpha Andras appears to be avoiding eye contact with me and shifting my gaze away; they drop onto the woman beside him. A horrible feeling creeps in as our eyes connect, and I find myself nervously batting my lashes. She gives me a nasty look, sneers slightly, and nonchalantly remarks. "Is this the new surrogate?" "Yes, my queen." Donovan reacts, but he's shoving at my shoulders simultaneously, telling me to bow before the queen.

She looked up at the First Surrogate, who was slowly descending from the ceiling as the cords withered away. ​"It is... finished," Elara rasped. ​The First Surrogate landed softly on the edge of the pool. She looked at Elara with a profound, ancient gratitude. Then, she looked at Lucius. ​"The shadow is gone from the reef," the woman said. Her voice was now soft and human. "But the King of the Deep... he did not stay to watch his kingdom fall. He took the shadow. He took the 'seed' of the Feral King."

“What else?” The spy hesitated. “There are rumors.” He swallowed once. “The rogues following him believe he’s building an army.” Boomer slowly looked toward me. The spy continued. “They’re saying he doesn’t intend to stay under your authority.” I felt my jaw tighten. “He wants to overthrow you.” Then the final words. “They believe he plans to become Rogue King.”

Tessa’s eyes shine again, and she looks down quickly like she’s ashamed to be affected. I clear my throat, forcing myself back into purpose. “You told them about the Rogue King,” I say. His eyes flick to me, then to the guards behind us like he’s recalculating how much he can say in front of everyone. I hold his gaze. “Talk.” He studies my face for a beat, then sighs like I’m exhausting and inevitable. “Fine,” he says. “Some details, then.” Tessa’s attention sharpens immediately. “The Rogue King doesn’t move like a king,” he says quietly. “No parades. No public councils. He travels with decoys. He rotates his inner circle. You’ll think you’ve found him and all you’ve found is a man willing t

I squeeze them and keep my gaze on his. “There is a man who once challenged my father for the title of Alpha King,” Sebastian slowly speaks the words, being careful and meticulous. I don’t blame him for it. If I were in his shoes, I would be careful too. “He goes by the title of the Rogue King. For the past few months, he’s been infiltrating the country and has made threats on your life…as well as the kids.”

“And if not for me, Crimson Rogue, you’d be rotting in some border trench. No army. No name. No power.” I swallowed fury. And want. He was right, but I’d claw out my own throat before admitting it. “You think you made me?” I whispered. “I know I did.” His hand slid into my hair. Tightened. He forced my head back, baring my throat. A threat. A promise. “I am the Rogue King,” he said. “I decide who we strike. When we strike. And we are not taking a major pack while the wolves are on high alert.”

“Fair point. But, we don’t know how the rogues operate, there must be several packs or congregations of some sort out there we assume. So we figured it could be that you just came across rogues from another pack” She is deep in thought for a while and Zane and I let her, she needs time to process all this. But honestly, it’s the truth. We still think of rogues the same as we always have. However, we do see now that she wasn’t part of them and she was actually on the run from them, and her abusive pack. And we were the *ssholes who tried to push her back into rogue territory. “Ok, I understand I guess. Oh and by the way - I have the answer to that question. There aren’t different congregation