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Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eight_ A slow evening
Elliot. It took a few days for me to get used to seeing Damien in my cabin. To get used to his… presence. The crackling of the fireplace filled the quiet cabin as I glanced over at Damien, who lounged on the old leather armchair across from me. He had been staying with me for almost a week now, and we had settled into an unspoken truce, an odd but comfortable rhythm of shared meals, stolen glances, and late night conversations that never strayed close to the truth. Or the questions I wanted to ask. There was something comforting about him being here. The way he was always watching, always on edge, as if he were guarding something precious. "So," I started, breaking the silence. "When would you tell me about how your wounds disappeared within a day." Damien's lips rose in a half-smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I have really good genes." “Good genes,” I repeated, leaning forward. “First time I'm hearing of such a thing. Good genes don't usually lead to fast wound h
Last Updated : 2024-10-26Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Nine_ If you're so interested in your dying...
Elliot. Before I could ask again, my front door slammed open with a bang, yanking both Damien and me from the silence that had settled between us. I barely had time to react before Frank burst into the cabin, looking like he'd just unearthed a buried treasure... or worse, set a deadly trap. "Harper!" He practically shouted, his voice brimming with urgency. "You won't believe what I found!" Damien's sort of relaxed posture changed instantly, vanishing as he reclined deeper into the chair. His hazel eyes watched us, cold and calculating. "Frank," I snapped, struggling to keep my irritation in check. "What the hell are you doing barging in here?" Frank’s gaze darted to Damien, his frown deepening before snapping back to me. "I need to talk to you. Now." "About what?" I asked, glancing nervously at Damien, who just watched us, unnervingly still, his eyes locked on Frank. I wondered what was going through that mind of his. Frank hesitated, his tension evident when he finally spoke.
Last Updated : 2024-10-27Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Ten_ You're a werewolf
Elliot. "If you're so interested in dying, then be my guest. Go into the woods." Damien's words lingered like smoke in the air, poisonous and suffocating. I should have let it go. Any sane person would have. My body still ached from the last time I set foot in those cursed woods, and every nerve screamed at me to stay far away. Yet here I was, perched on the cabin steps as twilight deepened, my curiosity a dangerous vice. Damien had been restless for days, vanishing into the night without a word. Ever since that night, he had avoided me like I was the plague, leaving only the faintest hint of his presence... muddy boots by the door, or the lingering scent of pine and earth. Reports of claw marks spreading through town had reached fever pitch. Everyone was afraid. I should have been too. But fear was nothing compared to the pull for answers. The cabin door slammed shut behind me as Damien stalked past, his jaw clenched, his hazel eyes glinting under the fading light. "Are yo
Last Updated : 2024-10-27Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eleven_ So you like me, Damien?
Damien. Elliot abandoned me in the woods faster than my wolf could howl my name. The pine scented air clung to me as I stumbled out of the forest, my muscles still taut from the shift, my eyes still hollowed by the memory of those brown eyes... wide with terror, burning with betrayal. He saw me. Not just me, but the monster within. And he was right to run. But it burned deeper than any claw wound did. My wolf clawed at my insides, a mournful howl echoing in my head. "He's our mate." He whimpered as though the truth would erase the fear etched into his face. But we'd showed him everything he feared, everything he couldn't unsee. "Hurt me, Damien? You're... you're a monster." The words cut deeper than claws ever could, leaving me bleeding out in ways no healing could fix. But his absence hurt worse. Every step I took toward the cabin felt like dragging my body through broken glass. My mind replayed the sound of his voice, his scent lingering in the air... cinnamon and oud.
Last Updated : 2024-10-27Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Twelve_ I'll keep your secret
Elliot. Sleep was an elusive luxury. The golden rays of the sun pierced through the cabin's window, their warmth at odds with the icy weight on my chest. I couldn't escape the questions, regrets, and fear that churned inside me. When I finally dragged myself to the table, Damien was exactly where I’d left him, a statue of brooding silence. His unyielding posture only stoked my frustration I crossed my arms, my voice cutting through the stillness. "Are we really going to ignore the fact that you're a werewolf?" Damien's sharp eyes locked onto mine, his jaw tightening. He didn't flinch. Didn't deny anything. "I won't shift near the cabin if that's what you're worried about," he said flatly. "I need one last thing from you." "Oh? Just one?" I barked a bitter laugh. "You want me to keep my mouth shut, don't you?" "Yes," he replied without hesitation, his voice as sharp as the edge of a blade. "For your safety, Elliot. You can't tell anyone, not even a whisper." A dry, scornful la
Last Updated : 2024-10-27Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Thirteen_ I can't... we can't...
Elliot. Returning to work was supposed to be easy. Even with the mayor’s backing, Frank would have moved on to the next story and let me dig into my own half-baked storylines. But, no. The moment I stepped into the office, Frank ambushed me like a predator spotting prey. "Elliot!" His voice rang out, loud and overly enthusiastic... an unwelcome sound for my under-caffeinated brain. "Glad to see you took my advice and rested. You're back, recharged, ready to tackle the next big story!" I froze mid-step. The way he grinned sent an uneasy prickle down my spine. "What are you talking about, Frank?" "Oh, you know," he said nonchalantly, leaning against my desk like he owned it. "I've been doing some digging since you seemed... preoccupied. You might be interested in what I found." My stomach tightened. “And what, exactly, did you ‘find’?” Frank's grin widened, his eyes alight with self-satisfaction. "Your friend, Damien. The one who showed up out of nowhere after you got yourself
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Fourteen_ Go back to the cabin, Elliot.
Elliot. What was wrong with me? I had been so relieved that Damien would stay with me. He made me laugh most times and helped out with the chores in the cabin without me asking him to. It was very easy to forget that he was a werewolf. But as I left the cabin the next morning, all I felt was the tension simmering in my chest, that strange pull between two different versions of myself. One that wanted Damien, that needed him in ways I hadn't dared acknowledge... and the other that didn't understand what the fuck was going on. Returning to work felt like some kind of temporary escape, even if the peace didn't last. Frank was officially a thorn in my flesh. He leaned against my desk with that look that meant trouble. "Morning, Elliot," He greeted, with a voice that was too casual. I couldn't help the eyeroll that followed. "Let me guess. You've got another wild theory?" Frank's grin widened. "You know me too well. But it's not just a theory this time." He leaned in. "I have pro
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Fifteen_ I would fight for him
Elliot. Pain tore through my body, a searing fire that blurred my vision and threatened to pull me under. But through the haze, the thing watching me moved. Something fast. I caught a glimpse of Damien's wolf form darting toward the other creature, intercepting it before it could reach me again. Fuck. "Elliot, stay down!" Damien's voice echoed in my head, sharp with warning. But I wasn't about to just sit back and watch him risk his life alone. I forced myself to my feet, every muscle screaming in protest. The world swayed, but I knew when he ran into the clearing. Frank. It was over before it even started. The shock moved quickly to something colder. Anger. The disbelief on his face was almost laughable. It vanished in an instant, replaced by something colder. Darker. "Frank, wait." Too late. He raised a gun. "No..." My voice wasn't audible enough to break through the chaos that was the creature and Damien fighting, but Frank heard it. His eyes shot to me, narrowing
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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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
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Eight_ Rip the wolf out
Damien."Would using the crystal help neutralize the effect of whatever happened to him?"Celeste’s sharp intake of breath brought me back to the moment. Her hands froze mid-motion, a jar of dried lavender she held slipping from her grasp and shattering against the counter. The sharp scent filled the room instantly, but her wild eyes were locked on mine.The same crystal I had been against using a day ago."You can't be serious." Her voice was barely a whisper, like saying it too loudly might summon something worse.“I am,” I said, my tone firm. “Answer the question.”Her hesitation spoke volumes. The crystal was powerful. It held enough properties to kill a town filled with humans. It would have been enough to dispel a storm killing supernaturals. It wasn't a power used lightly. "You don't fully understand the power from the crystal, Damien," Celeste said with a trembling voice. "It's not meant for this kind of magic. If anything goes wrong...""Things are already wrong!" I barked
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Seven_ Sacrifices
Damien.I laid still, Elliot’s warm body pressing against mine in the faint light of the room we shared now.The weight of his arm across my chest was grounding, a reminder of the bond we shared despite the chaos that had unfolded. His fur–covered arm, the claws that had replaced his human nails, and the faint twitch of werewolf instincts betrayed the very thing Elliot had fought against for so long.Monster."You're a monster, Damien."And now, he was one too.How messed up was that?I tilted my head to look at Elliot's face, now softened in slumber. The fur stretched up to his jawline, the transformation incomplete yet painfully evident.The sharp claws occasionally flexed even in sleep, as though his body still wasn't sure if it belonged to a man or beast.But all that didn't matter to me.Whether Elliot... my saviour was human, wolf, or something in between, he was still mine. What ate at me wasn't the fur or claws but the ache in his eyes, the weight of my mate's unspoken fears.
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Six_ Undeniable connection
Damien.I heard the front door click shut as Ethan and Celeste ran away like their ass was on fire.Celeste’s probably was.She was lucky Elliot stopped me the moment he did because I would have choked her to death. For even attempting to put me to sleep so she could go along with her twisted plan to use my mate...Even after everything I told her.Selfish bitch. The good thing was that he stood before me now, a shadow of the man I knew, his body covered in fur, his claws flexing at his sides. Yet, all I could see was him.The strength in his stance, the fire in his eyes that refused to be snuffed out. He was beautiful. Even now.Especially now.He looked up at me, his expression a mix of uncertainty and shame. “Damien, I...” "Shh," I murmured, stepping closer. My hands found their way to his face, cupping it gently. His fur was softer than I expected, warm beneath my touch. "You're beautiful, Elliot. Always."He let out a shaky breath, his eyes searching mine. “I’m not. Look at me
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Five_ Had been broken
Elliot.The storm was gone, but the weight of everything wasn't.My body trembled, the remnants of the wolf’s power still coursing through me like an untamed fire. I could feel its presence coiled in the back of my mind, quieter now, but still there.Watching.Waiting.Celeste and Ryan stood at the cabin door, their expressions a mixture of relief and caution. I ignored them, unable to focus on anything but the lingering sensation of the wolf’s energy in my veins.My claws flexed involuntarily. My fur... God, my fur... was still damp from the rain, clinging to my body in an uncomfortable reminder that I wasn't human anymore.That Celeste had stopped the process of whatever was going on so I could stop a storm that was killing people, apparently.Ruined me."Elliot..." Celeste started. Hesitant.I raised a hand, silencing her. "Not now," I muttered. I didn't want her excuses or explanations.Not after what she had done.My movements were slow and deliberate when I turned and stepped ba
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Four_ Truly control it
Elliot."Wake Damien up then fix this, or I swear to whatever gods you worship... I'll rip your throat off with my bare hands."Celeste paled, her fingers tightening around the edges of her book as if it could shield her from the weight of my words. Ryan stepped between us again, trying his best to hide the fear from his face.Had something else changed? Apart from the fur and claws?"That's enough," he said, his voice edged with a warning. Like he could do anything to me. "This isn't helping anyone, Elliot."I barked out a bitter laugh, a sound that came out more like a guttural growl. "Not helping? You think this is me being unhelpful? What would you call turning someone into... whatever the hell this is?" I gestured at myself, my claws slicing through the air.Celeste's lips trembled. "I... I thought I could contain the spell. The wolf within you... it's ancient, Elliot. It's more powerful than anything I've ever encountered. It pushed back when I tried to control it. "Control it?
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Three_ I'll rip your throat off
Elliot.I floated in darkness, weightless and untethered.The world around me was silent now, save for the faint hum that seemed to pulse with my heartbeat. How long had I been in this state?Minutes, hours, days? Time didn't seem like it existed in this place. It was just me, the endless void, and the strange warmth that cradled me like a cocoon.“Elliot.” The voice was soft, feminine, and achingly familiar. It echoed in the distance, threading through the dark like a silver thread. “Elliot.” It was different this time. Louder, more insistent. My body stirred, a faint prickle of awareness rippling through me.Darkness had been all I saw after leaving Damien's past.“Wake up.” A jolt shot through me, the warmth vanishing as cold air slammed into my senses. I gasped, my lungs straining for breath, but my body didn't respond. I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't do anything but exist in this strange, dreamlike state.The scent hit me next... sharp and earthy, laced with somet
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Seventy Two_ Rest, Damien
Damien.Thinking about the past was a strange thing. The emotions. The scares. The scar.The storm outside roared even louder now, shaking the windows like they might shatter at any point. Lightning split the dark sky into jagged streaks of white, illuminating the tense expressions in the room. The air felt charged with electricity... a mix of fear, anger, and desperation.Not the kind that would make me change my mind, though. Ryan let out a sharp laugh, bitter and devoid of humour. "Another way? Do you think we'd be here, begging for your help, if there was another way? The storm is hungry, and every second you waste, more people... more of our people are dying."Ethan stepped between us again, his arms outstretched like a referee in a losing game. “Okay, everyone, calm down. Screaming at each other isn’t going to help anyone.”Ryan jabbed a finger toward me, his voice rising. "Do you understand what you did?"Before I could argue, the door burst open, and Celeste swept in, her fac
