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Chapter Twenty One_ Mates
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Fated 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. The peaks loomed over the small town like silent guards, offering both protection and isolation. Taking another slow sip of my coffee, I noticed its warmth doing little to thaw the icy emptiness I’d felt for years. It had been five years since Janice’s death, five years of the same numbing routine, writing hollow stories for the local paper, and pretending everything was fine. My life had shrunk down to this quiet, empty existence in the shadow of the mountains. 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 pleasant
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Two_ It wasn't finished yet
I made it back to my house, 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.Frank’s voice echoed in my head. “Get out of there now. There’s something dangerous in those woods…”Yeah, no kidding, Frank.I stumbled over to the kitchen table and collapsed into a chair, my body finally catching up to my brain. Sweat clung to my skin, and despite the cold air outside, I felt like I was burning up. The reality of what had just happened finally sinking in.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
Fated 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
Fated 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
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Five_ I knew he was right
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, the way it seemed to disappear once I was out of the woods. I glanced up at his 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. 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 asked, his voice rough. “My place,” I replie
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Six_ Torn between two fates
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
Fated 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 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.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 coffee can't f
Fated to the Broken Rogue Chapter Eight_ A slow evening
Elliot.It took a few days for me to get used to seeing Damien or anyone in my cabin.To get used to him.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 quirked in a half-smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I have really good genes.""Good genes," I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "That's a first. Good genes don't usually lead to fast wound healing."He chuckled softly
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