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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
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One year after...Elliot.Fucking hell!What was wrong with me?I adjusted the collar of my shirt, a strange mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. That didn't stop me from sparing a glance at Damien, who stood beside me, hands stuffed into his pockets.My mate... plus husband, because sometime within the previous year, he had transitioned into my husband, exuded this sort of calm confidence, but I could see the tension in his posture.Slight tightening of the jaw, the way his fingers flexed occasionally? The signs were all there."You don't have to look so intimidating," I teased, nudging him gently. "We're not here for a pack meeting."On the days we had those, even I knew to steer clear for a few minutes to give him time to breathe. Those elders... well, they were a little intense on the poor guy.Damien shot me a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It's not intimidating if this is my resting face."Sigh. His resting face was the one he ha
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen_ Always
Elliot."... a feminine mate."The room fell silent, except for the faint crackle of the fire in the corner. Five pairs of expectant eyes rested on me, waiting for my compliance."No." The words slipped out of my mouth easily, followed by a breathless laugh that was so bitter it tasted like ash on my tongue.The tall, silver-haired elder frowned. “No?” I took a step forward, keeping voice steady. "No, I won't take a feminine mate, not when I have a mate already," I shot a glance at Damien, whose eyes just widened in alarm. "One I love, one I cherish, and one I would gladly die for if the need came up."I suppressed the chuckle in me as the elders exchanged uneasy glances, their masks slipping away.Not what they expected eh."My mate is Damien Blackthorn," I declared, the words echoing through the room like thunder. "And you're going to have to live with that."...silence.Then another elder, a squat man with a pale complexion, was the first to break it. "Damien is still illegitimat
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Twelve_ A feminine mate
Elliot.All I could was stare at Damien, my chest still heaving from the kiss that had shattered every coherent thought in my mind.Damn me!My lips still tingled from the contact, but my body rebelled against the intimacy, the closeness... the connection. I had no idea when I took a step back while shaking my head. "What the hell are you doing?" My voice was sharp, raw, and mixed with something I wasn't ready to name.Damien's jaw clenched, his eyes shadowed with defiance and something softer."You told me to do something," He repeated with puckered lips."Not that." I snapped at him with a cold tone. Why did it feel like I was splintering from the inside. "Do you think this is the right time for... for that?" I gestured at the air between us, trying my best to keep my hands from trembling.Damien didn’t answer immediately. I took another step back, my legs almost giving out beneath me. "I'm covered in blood, Damien. Asher's blood." My voice cracked, and all I could let out for th
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Eleven_ Speechless
Elliot.What had I done?The crowd's cheers and chants of "Golden Alpha" roared around me, but the sound felt distant... muffled as if I was underwater. Blood matted my fur, drying into a crust that stung with every movement.I stood still in the centre of the clearing, staring at Asher's lifeless body.I had done that. That was my work.Shouldn't I feel triumphant? That's what was expected of me now. But all I felt was a hollow pit in my chest, an ache that wouldn't subside.This pack members were so fast in turning away from the one alpha they had known all their lived. Did they even like him at all? Was he a cruel thing in their life?Guilt gnawed at me, sharp and insistent. Asher's blood was on my paws... on my teeth. I'd done the one thing I'd never do. Killed another man or wolf.And Damien... My eyes shifted to the man who certainly looked bigger now than before in the crowd, standing apart, shoulders hunched, eyes dark. Damien looked defeated, not victorious, as if Asher's d
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Ten_ The golden alpha
Damien.I crouched low, panting, with blood soaked into my fur. I couldn't help but glare at Asher, who stood tall and smug, those dark eyes of his gleaming with cruel satisfaction."Just leave us alone," I screamed into his mind, making sure my voice was kept steady despite the turmoil raging inside me.Asher's ears flicked back, his snarl rumbling like thunder. His response came immediately, and it wasn't pretty."You think I'd let you walk away with the power of that crystal embedded into you just because you don't want to fight? You're a coward, Damien. A bastard trying to play hero."Fucking hell.I was already frustrated by his stubbornness at this point."This isn't about being a coward or a hero, Asher. I just want to end this madness once and for all... I'll find a way to give you the crystal so we can leave, and it's done."Asher bared his teeth. "You don't get to decide when this ends, big brother. I didn't work my entire life for this pack just to hand it to you? To a bast
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Nine_ It chose him
Damien."Take it, and leave us alone."Asher practically snatched the crystal from my hand once he saw it, holding it aloft, those jagged edges slicked with blood staining his fingers.The crystal had this kind of eerie glow from within catching the sunlight and bringing some sort of sinister shadows across his face.He laughed, a cruel thing, slicing through the murmurs of the gathered crowd."Look at him," Asher sneered, turning to the elders, the guards, the pack. "The bastard my father should have drowned the moment he crawled out of his whore of a mother."My breath hitched, fury burning within me at those words.My mother wasn't a whore. She was just a victim of circumstances.He had no right.I stained against the silver shackles digging into my wrists, the metal scorching my skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage simmering in my veins."You've always been nothing, Damien," Asher continued, his words dripping with enough venom to wound me. "A stain on this pack fro
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Eight
Damien.One of the worst things that could happen to a person is the inability to move.I couldn't move.My body screamed at me to act, to hell, but the silver of the shackles continued to say every ounce of strength I had left. The room became a blur of chaos, the coppery taste of fresh blood mixing with the charred scent of burning torches.My mate... Elliot was a whirlwind of gold and fury, tearing through the guard with a savagery that made even my sick in the head brother stumble back a step.“Kill him!” Asher roared, his voice cracking in uncharacteristic panic. “Stop that beast!” The remaining guard hesitated, fumbling for his weapon as Elliot rounded on him. He didn't even stand a chance. A single swipe of massive claws opened him from collarbone to hip, and his scream of pain ended in a gurgle as he choked on his own blood while crumpling to the floor.This was a horrible place. The screaming elder, on the other hand, had pressed himself against the far wall, eyes wide wit
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Seven_ Screaming elders
Damien.The first thing I registered was the cold.It pressed against my back, so damp and unforgiving, seeping into my bones like ice. My skin felt raw where it touched the stone, aching with each shallow breath I took. The erratic pounding of my heart was even worse since it came with a steady drumbeat of pain, while the sharp scent of blood hung thick in the air...Metallic and bitter.My blood.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the haze clouding my vision. Shadows danced along the damp stone walls, cast by a single torch burning low. The flame sputtered, struggling for life, barely able to illuminate the ancient cracks webbing across the ceiling.I knew this place.This had been my father's prized possession, capable of tearing into the minds of anyone stupid enough to allow themselves to be brought here.The Blackthorn dungeon. A place carved deep into the earth. I'd been here before... years ago... when I was just a boy foolish enough to challenge one of those silly eld
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter One Hundred and Six_ Disguises and screams
Elliot.Fuck that little piece of nature.And why did it have to be so loud that it echoed louder than it should have in the unnatural stillness of this place. "Who's there?" Another guard echoed the first one words.They emerged from the shadows almost instantly... the three of them, moving like wolves who'd caught a scent. Their hands rested on their weapons–daggers strapped to their belts, one with a blade half-drawn. Running would be useless right now.Fiona stopped short, standing tall beside me as the nearest guard, a broad-shouldered man with a scar cutting from his temple to his jaw narrowed his eyes. These werewolves always seemed to be injured."Luna Fiona?" His voice was rough with disbelief, head tilting as he looked her over, eyes lingering on her dirt-streaked clothes.The second guard, a bit younger, exchanged a glance with the third. "What the hell are you doing here? And who..." his eyes flicked to me, then moved back to Fiona like I wasn't worth his time. "... who
