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Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Seven_ Hello, mate.
Damien.Dinner. Dinner. Dinner.I moved through the kitchen as though the devil himself was at my heel.My hands were a blur of activity–chopping, stirring, seasoning– with none of the finesse I usually prided myself on. Knowing how to cook was one of the skills I was so glad my mom taught me when I was younger. It saved me during my time in the wild... and saved me now from Elliot's horrendous cooking skills.That man couldn't make an omelette to save his life.The skillet sizzled, filling the space with the aroma of sautéed onions and garlic, but the tension hanging in the air... one I was desperately trying to ignore... was far less appetising. Elliot sat on a single stool at the other side of the kitchen. If this was any other good day, he would stand with me and watch me as I cooked while trying to play any little trick he could think of.Now I could feel the weight of his glare like a physical force on the back of my head, and it made my every movement jerky and uneven.I want
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One _ The Quiet before the storm
Elliot. There was nothing more heartbreaking than working on the anniversary of your fiancee’s death. I stood by the kitchen window, my eyes fixed on the mountain view bathed in the early morning mist. It was as cold and unyielding as the five years since Janice’s death. Every morning began the same... coffee, silence, and the ache of what I lost. Most days, that was exactly how I liked it. “Harper, where’s my damn article?” A voice rang through the phone sitting next to me, breaking the quiet. Shit. I grabbed it, already rolling my eyes as I saw my editor’s name on the screen. I pressed the answer button. “Good morning to you too, Frank.” “No time for pleasantries. I need that piece on the roadwork finished today. The mayor’s been breathing down my neck about public safety since the logging trucks started using the main street. And don’t even get me started on the wildfire complaints” Frank was always the sweet one. And I enjoyed talking to him. “Roadwork? Thrilling.” I said
Last Updated : 2024-10-21Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Two_ It wasn't finished yet
Elliot. I made it back to my cabin, breathless, every nerve in my body buzzing. My legs felt weak as I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning heavily against it. My hands were trembling, and my heart refused to slow its rapid pace. What the hell had I just seen? The growl, the marks, and that..thing that was more than just an animal. The way it stood, the way its eyes gleamed with an unnatural intelligence, was something far worse. I stumbled over to the kitchen table and collapsed into a chair, my body finally catching up to my brain. My pulse hammered in my ears, a drumming rhythm that drowned out everything else. The cool air coming from the window did nothing to touch the heat seeping through my skin, every muscle wound up tight like a coiled spring. Ready to snap. That thing could have killed me. I could have still been there, torn to shreds, if it wasn’t for what had scared it off. What was that howl? Like something out of a nightmare, both terrifying and oddly protec
Last Updated : 2024-10-21Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Three_ I was truly going to die
Elliot.The early morning fog clung to the forest like a secret, the sun barely breaking through the thick canopy of trees.I stood at the edge of the woods, my breath misting in the cool air.It was now or never.Every fibre of my being screamed at me to turn back, to leave thus cursed place, and never look back. But something deeper... some kind of pull I couldn't explain drew me in.It wasn't just curiosity anymore.My boots crunched against the dried leaves and twigs as I took my first steps into the woods, the sound echoing unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent morning.The trail was faint, barely recognizable from the surrounding undergrowth, but I remembered the direction I had run the previous night. The glowing eyes, the sharp claws, and that howl... it seemed to plague my dreams now.If that creature was out there, I had nothing but an axe I had found in the garage of my house. It wouldn't kill him, but I had to know more.Figure out what was in these woods, not just for
Last Updated : 2024-10-21Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Four_For now
Elliot.I had to keep moving, forcing my legs forward, even with each step heavier than the last.The man I was dragging through the woods felt like dead weight now, his body limp, bleeding, and barely conscious.I glanced over my shoulder, heart pounding in my chest. It was hard to see anything behind me, but I knew something was out there.Lurking."Come on, man. Stay with me," I muttered through clenched teeth. His weight dragged me down, each step slower than the last. "Just hold on a little longer."He groaned, his head rolling to the side in his barely conscious state. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, and I could feel the wetness of it on my hands as I tried to support him.It was everywhere.I glanced down at him, shaking him lightly. "Hey! Hey, can you hear me?"His eyelids fluttered, and a weak gasp escaped his lips. "Run," he managed to say, though the words were barely audible."I'm not leaving you," I said firmly, trying to ignore the panic clawing at the edges of my m
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Elliot. The fire in the living room crackled softly as I knelt beside the unconscious man, cleaning the gashes on his chest with as much care as I could muster. My mind still raced as I tried to piece together what had happened in the woods. The creature behind us. How it suddenly disappeared the moment we were out of the woods. What was it? I glanced up at the man's face, pale and slick with sweat, as I worked on bandaging a particularly nasty cut on his side. Only something as horrible as what was in those woods could have done something like this. I was sure of it. As I finished wrapping the last bandage, his body stirred. His eyes fluttered open, bleary, and unfocused. “Hey, take it easy,” I murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving too quickly. “You’re safe. Just… try to relax.” His gaze darted around the room, panic flashing in his eyes before they landed on me. He flinched, trying to sit up, but I gently pushed him back down. “Where am I?” he
Last Updated : 2024-10-21Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Six_ My mate
Damien. The air in the woods had been heavy, thick with the scent of my blood and the howl of something I wished I'd never heard. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, urging me to go back, to get to him. To the nameless stranger that had rescued me. I never should have let my guard down. Should have kept running. That was what rogues do. We did not get involved. We did not stay. We survived. But him... I clenched my fists, the human side of me fighting the wolf, torn between instinct and reason. My legs were aching from the miles I'd covered since I'd heard the howl, but something kept pulling me back. Him. How on earth had that puny human run with an unconscious me through this woods? My wolf growled low in my chest. "He's our mate." He didn't understand why I was hesitating. It never did. Wolves weren't wired like humans, they didn't care about logic or consequences. And it knew the man was ours. Ours to protect. Ours to stay with. But we couldn’t stay. Not with what w
Last Updated : 2024-10-24Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seven_ He's not going anywhere
Elliot. It was hard to think yesterday had actually happened. But after giving him a room to use as his and watching him eat cereal from a bowl this morning, I couldn't deny it. Damien. His name echoed in my mind, an unwanted anchor tied to my thoughts. I'd spent the night pacing, replaying every moment from yesterday, every word spoken. But right now, I didn't need this. This tension which seemed to simmer under my skin. Not when the mayor had sent someone to track whatever was happening in these woods. And that person was Frank. By the time I walked into the newspaper office, I was already on edge, barely holding it together. The tiny bell above the door jingled, and I braced myself. But Frank was already there, leaning against my desk, a smug grin stretching across his face. His eyes scanned me, searching for something to arouse his suspicion again. "Rough night, Elliot?" He asked with a pointed tone. I forced a smile, dropping my bag onto my desk. "Nothing a little coff
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Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Seven_ Hello, mate.
Damien.Dinner. Dinner. Dinner.I moved through the kitchen as though the devil himself was at my heel.My hands were a blur of activity–chopping, stirring, seasoning– with none of the finesse I usually prided myself on. Knowing how to cook was one of the skills I was so glad my mom taught me when I was younger. It saved me during my time in the wild... and saved me now from Elliot's horrendous cooking skills.That man couldn't make an omelette to save his life.The skillet sizzled, filling the space with the aroma of sautéed onions and garlic, but the tension hanging in the air... one I was desperately trying to ignore... was far less appetising. Elliot sat on a single stool at the other side of the kitchen. If this was any other good day, he would stand with me and watch me as I cooked while trying to play any little trick he could think of.Now I could feel the weight of his glare like a physical force on the back of my head, and it made my every movement jerky and uneven.I want
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Six_Shadow Werewolf
Damien. "You wanted to talk. Talk." I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the red-haired woman sip the orange juice she made me get her with maddening calmness. Her presence in my cabin was like a storm cloud darkening the room, pressing down on my already taut nerves. I shouldn't have let her in. "Nice place," she said, glancing around casually. "You know, for a wanted man." My jaw tightened. "Get to the point. What do you want?" She met my glare with a slow, lazy smile. The kind that made my wolf bristle. "Straight to business. I like that about you..." "Damien." "...Damien. No games. Well, unless you count stealing one of the most sought-after magical artefacts in existence a game." I clenched my fists so hard my fingers tore at my palm. "How do you know about that?" "Please." She set the glass down on the table with an exaggerated sigh. "Your brother’s been plastering your face on every supernatural bounty board from here to the coasts. Wanted: Thief of the
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Five_ Talk
Damien.I stood at the kitchen counter, staring blankly at the small potted plant Elliot had placed there months ago.Not that any of us was a plant person.Its leaves were wilting.Just like me.Elliot's kiss still lingered on my lips, the warmth of it doing little to soothe the storm raging within me.I apologized. I'd swallowed my pride, my anger, my frustration... and apologized. But the asshole had brushed me off with that damnable smile and a soft kiss before murmuring "Later tonight, okay?"Then he’d walked out the door without another word. Physical stuff. We were so fucking good at that. Going at it like rabbits. A fully fuck fest.But talking?I growled under my breath, my claws digging into the edge of the counter."When will he understand?"My wolf snarled at me, restless and frustrated. I felt it too–the ache, the constant gnawing in my chest that told me Elliot wasn't fully mine.He was holding back. And it was driving me insane.Deep breaths.I forced myself to take a
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Four_ Completely unremarkable
Damien.I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the mattress as if it were the only thing holding me to the presence.The echoes of Elliot’s voice kept ringing in my mind."Go to hell."The words burned more than I cared to admit, especially since this was the first time in a long time I wasn't sleeping close to him.I didn't need to go to hell. I was already there.My jaw clenched, my wolf pacing just beneath the surface. It growled, urging me to storm into Elliot's room, pin him down, and make the damn bastard understand.Claim him. To force him to see the truth."But did I say the truth? Had I ever told him the whole story?"So I stayed where I was, my breaths now coming out fast and shallow. I couldn't think straight, couldn't find the calm I so desperately needed.Elliot didn’t understand. He couldn’t. How could I explain the weight of the crystal, the way its power surged through me when we used it to save Elliot? How it felt like it left a mark, a beacon for anyone st
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Three_ Not every werewolf
Elliot."Uh, no worries," I mumbled, stepping back and forcing a polite smile.Her grip was firm and confident, nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, it was her scent that set my nerves on edge.That wild and earthy, unmistakably werewolf scent.What was she doing in a town like this?Frank... I had forgotten he was there for a moment... standing beside me, leaned in with a grin. "Well, look at that. The new girl’s already making an impression." I heard the words he didn't say.Better than the last new person in town.The redhead... Fiona... laughed lightly as she released my hand. "New girl, huh? I guess we can still call me that since I just moved to town.""You know me," Frank said, holding out his hand. "This here's Elliot. Don't mind him. He's still getting used to the town folks after hiding out in New York for weeks."Why did he have to say that now?I shot him a look, but Fiona just laughed again, those green eyes flicking back at me. They looked like the forest itself...
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty Two
Elliot."Elliot, you sly bastard, how dare you spend more than two weeks outside work?" Frank's voice carried across the bustling newsroom, turning more than a few heads my way.A week ago, I thought I wouldn't resume anymore.I could have gotten a new career as an anonymous journalist.I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the heat rise to my face as I approached my office. "Yeah, sorry about that," I replied, offering him what I could only think was my best smile. "And about the truck... I know I kept it longer than I should have. I'll make it up to you, I promise."Frank leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms, with his lips turned downwards in a frown. "Damn right, you will. You owe me like five coffee runs, two lunch shifts, and maybe an afternoon of listening to my new conspiracy theories."I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. "Add a bottle of whiskey to that, and we've got a deal."That seemed to turn the frown upside down because now Frank was grinni
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty One
Damien.I wiped the sweat off my brow as I brought the truck to a stop in front of the cabin. I shifted in the driver’s seat, rolling my shoulders as I glanced out the window.The cabin looked the same as it had since we left three weeks ago, but the air smelled fresher than the one in New York, so that was a relief.Elliot stepped out of the passenger seat without a word, slamming the door shut behind him. I couldn't help but wince at the sound, watching as he strode toward the truck bed to retrieve our bags.Stiff movements, his face set in that familiar expression of quiet frustration that had become the norm for the past week.He hated me now. Without even me telling him the truth."You're welcome for the ride," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. I climbed out of the truck and walked around to the back, grabbing one of the larger duffel bags. "I mean, it's not like I drove us all the way here or anything. Nope, just call me your unpaid chauffeur."No response. Elliot
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eighty_ What did you do, Damien?
Elliot.A week later. The trucked sat at the curb, its engine humming a low, steady rhythm that vibrated through the air.I stood a few feet away, hands buried deep in the pockets of my jacket. My breath escaped in faint puffs of white, evaporating into the cold. I kept my eyes on the truck’s worn tires, the rubber slick with mud.Anything to keep me from looking at Damien... or the shop behind me.Celeste had stopped back inside, leaving us alone for the moment. The sign above the store’s floor swung slightly in the breeze, its faint creek matching the ache in my chest.Not like the ache was new.It had been there all week. A dull, relentless reminder of everything that had happened. Ethan hadn't come. He hadn't even called to say goodbye. That was his style, though... never one for messy endings, always leaving gaps where something final should have been. But he had agreed to drop a vague excuse to our parents and sister, a flimsy excuse for my departure. He acted like a jerk, t
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Nine_ Wouldn't be good
Elliot.The first thing I became aware of was pain.Not the sharp, searing kind I was used to from cuts or wounds to my person, but a dull bone deep ache that throbbed with every breath. It was like I was torn apart and stitched back together with a blunt needle and thread.Fucking hell.The second thing was warmth. A steady, grounding presence wrapped around me, holding me tightly but gently, like the world might shatter if it let go."Elliot," a voice murmured. It was low and raw with worry. "Come on, baby. Open your eyes. Please." Damien. That was Damien.He had come into the room the moment I woke up before everything went hazy.I tried to focus, to fight against the cloud covering my mind. My eyelids felt heavy, like they'd been glued shut, but with effort, I managed to pry them open. The faint glow of the room greeted me... okay, I was still in the same room, just with a muted light that still felt sharp against my pounding head."Damien?" My voice cracked, barely more than
