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Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 45. Mireille
Instead of chasing after Cyrus, I forced myself to sit back up on his stone ledge. Inhaling rosemary scent like it could reverse time I pieced together the wreckage of his life. Even before his Lycan heritage took over that night, he was living a life nobody could approve of.A life my father had once been part of. My mother saw past his Rogue background. Except I doubted my white-haired quietly spoken father ever went on a solo killing spree.And that's it. All my knowledge about men who can do bad things. Cyrus, Raze, and my father. Ryan is clearly a piece of shit but not quite in their, that I know of anyway. I know nobody else, never spoken to anyone who has lived differently to my parents. Pilgrims came and went. Those who wanted to stay were of 'good character.'Cyrus has yanked open my sheltered eyes. The world isn't a fairytale. Not even close. It's survival. Forcing himself to trust Raze, to subject himself to this place. For an address, pack name. Knowing everyone fears h
Last Updated : 2023-10-05Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 46. Cyrus
Her beautifully desperate pussy finally took every bit of me in. Holding me close we both bellowed with raw pleasure.I'm completely addicted to watching her orgasms. Feeling her breathing change, irises flare, her whole body clenching around me. Jagged nails down my flesh, merging pain into the pleasure of her touch.The unrelenting pressure of being seated so deeply inside saw me begin to tense up. There is only so much torment a man can stand no matter how sweet. With curses sputtering out, I begin to deliver on my roughly spoken promises.I groaned, eyes clamped shut, thighs quaking whilst I filled her. My hands were wrapped in her silvery locks. Seizing her, all inhibitions cast into the wind, I claimed her mouth with ever fiercer kisses. All the while, my body jolted and jerked, pumping into her with everything I had. Keeping her pressed against my chest I almost lifted off the fucking ground with the force of the sensations she ground out of me.I never stopped moving, every s
Last Updated : 2023-10-06Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 47. Hope
After leaping onto Cal and smothering him in rabid affection it took me a minute for me to truly take stock of what was happening. It wasn’t the romantic moment I had hoped for. He still smelt of that warm oak and cinnamon, his crazily rumpled messy brown curls immediately filled my head with images of washing him down in a huge bubble bath.But his arms didn't wrap around me, pressing his body to mine. No swearing to never let me go again. Instead he stood stiffly, somehow taller. His abs and v-line as sharply defined as ever and when I kissed his cheek it had the same deliciously stubbled roughness I adored.But everything felt strange. Foreign. He didn’t yield under my touch; he remained as immovable as a statue.His hands rested on my hips, keeping me at a distance. His dark eyes were not fixed on me, but instead on the crumpled figure of my father. The atmosphere of the room was so strange I wanted to turn around, walk out and scream at them to try again. What the hell is happen
Last Updated : 2023-10-07Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 48. Cal
I’ve never been the kind of guy who is lost for words before. Talking myself into trouble has been more of a problem in the past. I was still reeling from Howen’s insane suicide note when Hope flew into the room. Well, someone who looked like a Hope from a different fucking planet. How can two weeks apart leave her so broken, reduced? The ghost of Hope flew into that room.Even her scent is weaker. Where are the freesias that could knock me off my feet?The sight of her made me seize from head to toe in the worst possible way. Her questions flew at me, her voice so manic and frantic I couldn’t even begin to process what a good answer would be. Stuck in here with Howen, it had been a silent, poised standoff. I’d basically read a letter and insulted him. Now I had a flailing, screaming, grabbing, crazy-eyed whirlwind and my new found ability to stay conscious was being severely tested.Of course I saw the scars on her arms straight away. Those silvery lines just echo pain. Because o
Last Updated : 2023-10-08Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 49. Hope
I lied to Cal. His shoulder is in an absolute state. I could actually see the tendons knitting back together, his wolf’s work in action. How he was even standing up is a miracle. It looks like it got infected, and then, in digging out the stray bullet pieces, they decided to do it with a jagged ice cream scoop. I stare at it for longer than I should. I feel sick knowing that had I been allowed to look after him, he would never have been left in this state.I know I’m a hypocrite. I shouted at him for not talking, then he started to mutter some words, and I told him to shut up. But I guess neither of us is our normal selves. When he passed out again, there was nowhere for me to sleep but near to his chest. So I curled into a ball and tried to get some rest.When I woke up, I was holding his huge arm. I looked up at him in panic and saw his eyes were still shut. The steady rise and fall of his chest, he must still be sleeping. Then I gasped to realise I had clamped his fingers in betw
Last Updated : 2023-10-09Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 50. Mireille
Waking up and finding Cyrus still there was almost a greater relief than realising I could fit his knot inside me. Last time, I woke up alone. This dawn feels like the start of something special. Tucked up warm surrounded by furs and pelts, we resembled a couple of hunter-gatherers. My fearsome caveman lies tamed, his huge chest and powerful legs filling the space around me. To my immediate regret, the marks I left on his body have already healed up. The depressing black and grey tattoos remain. My face is staring directly into an artistically shattered skull.Quick flashes of my actions and words came back, and I could feel my face lighting up like a flare.Oh Goddess, I really did mock Raze whilst showing off my pink ass and knot-crammed core? Never in a thousand years, not in all the romantic daydreams I had of falling in love, did that one fall into the playbook. But mixed in with the embarrassment was a strange pride. Raze entered that storage room with the sole intention of r
Last Updated : 2023-10-10Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 51. Cyrus
I’m more nervous about this than anything else we’ve done together in the last twelve hours. Alone, just us, I feel like a king. Like the past really could be forgiven. Every time I call her angel, I see the pink, hazy lust flicker across her iris, and I lose all control. My sense of right and wrong evaporates. All that matters is her happiness.I should probably tell she’s the only girl I’ve ever actually knotted. The only girl I’ve ever spoken to like that. There was no other angel before her. It’s not some repetitive thing I liked saying to women. She brings out this side to me that I always thought needed locking away. My wolf is so proud of her. He preens and acts like he's the strongest alpha in town, all to impress Mireille.When she said she wanted to be called an angel, encouraging me with those flush little cheeks, I had to warn my wolf not to knot her again. Only because I don’t want to make her sore. Shifter healing is remarkable, but it’s not infallible. Otherwise, I’d
Last Updated : 2023-10-11Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 52. Mireille
Cyrus was meant to die. The stew was rigged for him, and the realisation left me breathless. I stare as Cyrus kneels down, trying to help Brody. I know he shouted at me to run, but I am trapped in limbo, surrounded by howls and screams. Struggling to my feet, finding a table for support, I slowly walk around it, away from Brody’s twitching flinches. Silently wishing that backing away from the scene would make it less real. It didn’t stop Brody convulsing towards a painful, lingering death. In between Cyrus and I, Ryan cradles his brother's head, the red and white remnants of foam sputtering onto his pant legs. Rocking back and forth, he strokes Brody’s tattered blonde hair and kisses the dark shadows around his eyes. The closest family he has in the world murdered for nothing. Because Cyrus lacked a spoon and Brody was in a bad mood and couldn’t be bothered to get his own food. He’d been grouchy all day during our shift, but we hadn’t thought anything of it. Four months into life
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Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - CYRUS
Standing in the courtyard, I can feel my heart racing. It’s a strange feeling to know you’re going to die in a few minutes. I made my vow to Mireille all those years ago. I’ve been an Alpha of the North, overseen peace, and brought up our beautiful children, but this is the vow that matters. Because this promise was the one that eased my angel’s mind. Knowing we would have this final offering to the Moon Goddess and pray it is enough to free our children. /I love you/ I whisper to her, noticing her hands shake. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. /You don’t have to do this/ she links back, her voice still as soft and light as the day I met her. Age has barely touched her. I am most definitely grizzled and rough around the edges. She is ethereal. Her pale green eyes shimmering with love and sadness, her white hair plaited tightly. She’s wearing a simple white dress. I insisted on wearing my huge winter fur. It seemed the right thing for me. /Wait, I want something/ I urge. I h
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - MIREILLE
The last twenty years have been a rollercoaster, to say the least. That night in the hail, when Cyrus pulled me back from the brink and I spilt every single woe from the bottom of my soul to him, was the turning point. Since the triplets' birth, I had walked around with lead weights in my shoulders, dragging me down. Guilt chipped away at my self-confidence. To the point when I didn’t even feel I could be a Luna. Standing at the top of that tower, thinking the isolation helped clear y mind when it only bogged me further down in the doubt. Cyrus changed all of that. He took my guilt and made a solemn vow. Twenty years. If we can’t fix it together in twenty years, we will offer ourselves to the Moon Goddess. After that night in the hail, I cried for two days in a row. Once whipped away from the beam, the full horror of what I’d almost done was crushing. I couldn’t look at the children without damning myself all over again. Cyrus though, he became the Alpha. With everyone’s bl
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE HOPE
If it wasn’t for the three women I lived with and little Opal I’d have lost my mind. Delilah hadn't changed from our blessed childhood friendship. Morgan’s mate Nell was full of bizarre ideas for preserving food and practising emergency drills. Lyra remained stoic and calm. Our lighthouse of sense and hope. Opal cried for her Daddy, and I had to try not to join in with her. I had to promise her he would come back, based on nothing but pure, desperate hope. It turned into full-scale war out there. The various Rogue armies were enormous, but they never quite made it to Filney. We were prepared, though. Thanks to Nell, we each had a gun safely stored by the bed. Escape routes planned. Little Opal still slept with me, keeping her close to my heart. Finally, one day, they returned. Trucks pulling in to Lyras white walled villa woke us up. One by one, we all screamed with excitement. Cal didn’t even try to trick or provoke me. He just pulled up the truck and sprinted towards us.
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - HOPE
**FOUR YEARS LATER** I don’t know how time flew by so quickly. Everything Cal promised me has come true. We have bickered, disagreed, and walked down the beach in a huff. Mainly me each time, knowing he would be sat on the porch waiting for me with an amused smile. That lopsided grin that makes my stomach flip. We never stopped fighting for each other. Not for a second. It's been everything and more. That first morning, dozing in the hammock together, I woke up with a start. Realising the time, how late I was for retrieving poor Button made me scramble and swing so violently he crashed to the floor all over again. “You know I might ban you from my lovely hammock,” he groaned. I just laughed and pulled him up, pretending to rub his muscular shoulders, back, chest better until he growled and finally bent me over that porch. It was perfect. Of course, Button was absolutely fine with Declan and Lyra. They were already playing on the beach with her, Declan, having his toes burie
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - CYRUS
“Shit, the weather look,” she whispers, lifting her head up from my bare chest. From our cosy tower room, we can see wind is starting to howl, hail pelting the glass. The first savage winter snowstorms have begun.“It’s time to start prepping,” I grunt with disappointment, sitting up to get a better look. My beautifully naked angel sits in between my legs, allowing me to start nuzzling my chin against her neck. Her hand absentmindedly trails up and runs through my dark hair, keeping me close to her. “We’ll be underground for the first moon,” I add, which is the only thought that makes the idea of humping all those supplies down below bearable.“Hmm, you might be right. Let’s see how it goes,” she whispers back in a soft little voice before turning to plant a loving kiss on my grizzled cheek. “Better get dressed,” she groaned before pushing me down back onto the mattress and climbing on top of me. My fingertips brushed against her still red, warm asscheek and she jumped at the sensat
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - MIREILLE
** TWO YEARS LATER **The first snows have landed. The next full moon is a fortnight away, but we will probably be underground before then. No pilgrims have arrived this month either. Things are a lot quieter at the Fortress these days. The grand days of my parents' first few years have definitely waned. A trickle of pilgrims instead of floods now make the dangerous journey over the mountain tops.I still stand at the top of the fortress and watch the sun descend. Every night, I stare at the black ridges of the mountains. I did it as a child. I did it the night before the rogues arrived and turned my life upside down. Now I stand every night we are above ground and observe its fiery descent and try to be thankful for what I have. Three wonderful children. A mate who worships me. Loyal, wonderful friends and family who made the last two freezes more than bearable. At first, I struggled with my survival. When Cyrus held me in his arms and told me dozens of times how he doesn’t need
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 103. Hope
“Hey there,” wasn’t the smoothest opener, but there was nothing else I could say. In the same way he knew my heart would melt for the flowers he put in the inn, he must have known that I would make some kind of entrance. My coppery hair is down, catching the breeze. For once I felt like a queen in my black dress after leaving Button with her kind-of adoptive grandparents. It’s tight, strapless, hugging my curves and showing off my long legs just as I intended. I don’t want my reunion with Cal to be about Button, as much as I love my little wonder. We'll get there, after tonight. After all, this moment has been a few days in the making. Cal’s not the only one capable of making plans. In fact, the first people I saw were Lyra and Declan. When I produced Button from out of the passenger seat, I felt a surge of panic. “She’s not Cal’s,” I said too quickly to sound polite. Then, allowing her to scamper off merrily towards the sand, I added softly, “She’s technically not mine either. I’
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 102. Cal
It’s a good job Hope was still asleep when I left. Otherwise, she might have caught up to me parked on the side of the road, still completely torn in two as to whether my gesture was romantic or insane. I ran my hands through my shaggy brown curls so many times it’s a wonder I wasn’t bald when I finally pulled up to the shoreline. Nine months after setting off I’m finally home. I raced home in dangerously quick time, panic-stops excluded. Because I have a home to build. A life to prepare. Howen and Pearl’s old villa at Finley is still magnificent, but it hasn’t been lived in for over five years. When I knocked on the door, there was only my mother there. Half a second of shock was followed by fifteen minutes of being almost throttled by her cuddles and kisses. Her long black hair was wavy from her morning swim, her gentle face full of worry. She quickly explained that my father had left to help Mireille and Cyrus after being summoned.. “So…what happened with Hope? I’m guessing tha
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 101. Cyrus
Only after she fell unconscious did the room check who was actually capable of performing such surgery. Sven and Quinn immediately pointed to me and my heart sank to its lowest, darkest depths.Slicing open her soft, perfect skin was terrifying. The tautness of her bump meant every cut felt far too deep yet not enough. Plus, if I didn’t hurry, the medication would wear off and leave her enduring more pain at full volume.With my poor angels whimpering cries finally silenced, you could hear nothing but the tearing, slicing sound of raw flesh as I cut ever deeper. With everyone's eyes burning into me, the blade shook in my hand.. “Hurry, this is no time for hesitation,” Arlen insisted. Stifling a growl, I steeled myself and made a sweeping horizontal incision. Then it was a mad rush to gather the babies. Cords were snipped, Arlen telling what to remove and what to stitch. I blindly followed, vaguely aware of tiny cries in the background but unable to do anything but care for my pale,
