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Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 21. Declan
It’s only sixteen days and eight hours until the next full moon. Until I can hold her and adore her and pretend that we’re not stuck in this hellhole. Pretend that she isn’t heading for execution by my leaders when spring arrives. Pretend she isn’t the bloodline I dreamt about destroying.The more I think about it, the longer I spend smashing the home-made punching bag that has been hung in the repurposed Black Hall. Sweat drips down my body, frustration pouring out of me but never sated. Everyone here knows she is the daughter of Valdis. Howen has said more than once she is a bad seed, a reputation amongst the other workers.To try and distract myself, I attended the council meeting. Corina, dressed in a low-cut ruby silk sits at my side, assumes she is second in command. It doesn’t help that the gathering has to take place in one of Valdis’ old offices. It’s the only place with a table big enough. Standing around in a corridor is no good.“Sir…Alpha…I mean Declan,” Arlen spoke up, re
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 22. Lyra
I had to seize this moment. The first time we had been alone together in over two weeks. To see him this agitated, pacing with his hands trembling awakens feelings of empathy. Over the years I have cradled Mara and others women through their suffering. I took beatings in their name rather than confirm their guilt. I did this out of guilt. I would never be in their shoes, a victim of Alpha Valdis’ savage lust. My guilt drove me to bathe their wounds and tend them, it wasn’t an act of love. I thought myself incapable of the notion, to be honest. Especially after Beta Ronan and those swirling tattoos travelling beyond his torso made it his mission to crush my belief in anything good. He once saw me tending to Mara, those long black coiled plaits trailing down his back and muttering, “rats are meant to eat the infirm ones, not help them,” before spitting on the sodden ground. Declan struggling like this, a tense beast of a man standing over me, wanting my affection, seeking my care le
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 23. Lyra
I had no idea what to say, how can you describe the moment all of your dreams fall into place. I just nodded, allowing myself to smile and accept his soft kisses. “You’re very quiet, is this what you want too?” he murmured before I wrapped my arms around him huge shoulders. “Of course, I’m sorry yes. Yes!” my smile now so wide it started to hurt my face. “But we have to be a secret don’t we?” He sighed and clicked his tongue. “I may have just made a massive scene at the council about banning relationships,” and narrowed his dark eyebrows, “might have made an error there.” I shook my head, “I think I like it being just us, for a while, just…get used to the idea.” Sat on Corina’s bed I had a vision of her walking in and ruining everything. “I think we had better go, she’ll be back soon.” “Don’t go hiding from me anymore, okay? I don’t know how you manage to do it but sometimes it feels like you’ve escaped completely.” I blush, knowing that he means the occasions I am with Viktor,
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 24. Corina
She had it coming. From the instant I saw her draped all over Declan, in my room no less, she was headed straight for Ronan’s door. It was simply a case of timing. Last week I was trying to find Howen after the council meeting, wondering if he might have taken the initiative and headed to my room when I spotted them. I gasped but they didn’t hear a thing, so wrapped up in each other. Her legs wrapped around him more specifically. From the tiny slit in the door I left open I saw his dark eyes staring into her like she was some kind of innocent princess. She isn’t. She’s from the gutter. Her mother was a slave just like her. The fact her mother abandoned her and left her to the care of the other slaves, choosing to escape without her says everything. Yet Declan apparently adores her. If they are fated mates when we get back above ground I am dead meat. My father told me about Lyra’s mother ten years ago. Above ground, in his study, surrounded by trophies of war, booze and weapons
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 25. Declan
I was seething when Arlen showed me the missing food. Hastily ripped open parcels, just clumsy, selfish thieves.. “Sir, I have never known this happen before, obviously Valdis would have-” his pink, fleshy hands already quivering with fear. “I know what he would have done,” I growled darkly back before summoning everyone. Who would steal food? Who could be so selfish down here? Unfortunately, my mind initially turned to my fellow Rogues. Purely because those who have survived down here year after year know the dangers. They want the food to last. Then Fabian asked me to come check out something in corridor seven, the heating and pump rooms. Constant noise from the huge pipes and generators leaves my jaw clenched. It stinks like hell as Arlen, Sol, and the crew of identical looking shaven haired men with scared eyes constantly feed fuel and monitor the pressure. “We could have a better system. Surely they don’t all need to be in here. Especially since one pump is down. On a full mo
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 26. Declan
Any notion that my relationship with Lyra was a secret whilst we remained underground was in pieces. So many people constantly scurrying around this claustrophobic grey spider's web of a bunker with their constant whispering. It was probably never a secret to begin with.Laying her on her bed I brushed strands of black hair from her gentle face, those green eyes staring to nowhere. With no response I held her cheeks softly and begged her eyes to focus. There was nothing. Just a limp, empty vessel. Fear has paralysed her completely. Promising everything I could offer on this earth to the Moon Goddess in guttural, ragged whispers I softly caressed her face until I felt Reu’s hand on my shoulder. I had to back away. Do the right thing as the leader and not show favouritism. Be strong, push my own fear down. Push my own sickening fears under the surface.Twelve hours of waiting began, standing outside her door while Mara and Elvie gently changed her clothes and tended to her wounds. He h
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 27. Corina
It’s a close call but I might actually be getting away with what happened. Just remembering being stood in front of that blood covered ape gives me chills. She didn’t die but it’s been a week now and apart from eating some soup like an animal and allowing herself to be walked to the bathroom, Lyra is lost. Completely sunk. I had wanted her to die at the hands of Ronan. On balance, this alternative will do. Every time I feel a twinge of guilt at her shambling around in her white nightgown I remember my fathers teachings. The rules are different underground. Fear has people by the throat already, with a little bit of pressure they will see your way on any matter. Just look at my loyal Howen. Wearing black, confessing my accidental sins, Howen swearing he found Ronan first like a good boy, I'm almost innocent. Almost. Declan looks like shit. He’s started sleeping in the bunk above her. He doesn’t seem to care who knows about his crush on her. He leaves her for mere minutes at a t
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 28. Lyra
Time stopped the instant Ronan snarled and shoved his shoulders into the silver bars. His face was covered in blood from me smashing him with a metal pan as I tried and failed to get away. The crunch of it meeting his skull was sickening. In little snatches of memory it rains tiny pieces of terror into my semi-awareness. Tiny threads such as the drop of my stomach when I realised the other doors were useless to hide in. Realising I was trapped like a rat just as the cell door slammed open. The first clawed grab of his that traced all the way down my body, slicing my hip, my dress, my thigh. The feel of his rough, calloused hand on my ankle as I managed to scrabble over him to get back into his room. When he moved that first bar, my shaking only increased. As it became clear he intended to plough through silver itself in order to ruin me it suddenly felt like I was pulled underwater. I retreated to a space I did not know. Like a dream I had awareness but no function. My eyes were o
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Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy Epilogue
### FIVE YEARS LATER ### The truck has seen better days. More grey than black it trundles us wherever we need. Declan has become the expert at fixing it, fully aware that I absolutely love it when he gets oil on his hands or face. Rolling up his sleeves, showing his huge forearms that are solid from hard work, I offer up a daily prayer of thanks to the Goddess. “You are sure this is the place?” “I heard about it from the others back home.” Home was our small fishing village named Filney. Today was an unusual adventure for us, having barely left our little world for so long. Leaving the fortress all those years ago we had just headed south. With no more diversions or magnetic tourist attractions to show me, Declan took me to the very furthest tip of our nation. It still took a couple of months to get so far south. Just as he had dreamed, I fell asleep in the truck, waking up to him gently nudging me. However back then there had been no bump, just the first twinges of nausea and
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 84. Lyra
The rumours were true. Only a minute or two after we got Howen and Pearl onto the ground did a silent shaft of light blaze down. Watching from outside the fortress it appeared painful, the way everyone dropped to the floor covering their eyes. Even I had to shield my eyes with my hands.From what I could see amidst the whiteness Elvie appeared to have lost her mind, stood tall, flailing her arms and shouting upwards. Declan held me close, wrapping his leather jacket back around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.“Thank you,” leaning into him, loving the warmth of his huge body against mine.“What for?”“For not wanting to change us.”Declan shifted, leaning against the black truck door. “Can I say I am happy with myself without sounding like a dick? I’m covered in damage but I don’t care anymore.”“Well you are perfect, to me at least.” I smiled, watching him roll his eyes even though he squeezed me a little tighter. As quickly as it descended the beam vanished. From a dista
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 83. Elvie
The past few months have been a blur. When the Goddess light first appeared I didn't have a clue what to do. Instinct took over as I shredded into Reu's jacket with my claws, my wolf somehow emerging for the first time since I accidentally shifted at fourteen. I was whipped so severely for just my claws emerging in front of a Beta that I never tried it again. But when the light subsided, returning us to cold darkness I was sprawled underneath Reu in my wolf form. "What the fuck just happened?" Dill shouted, as everyone rubbed their eyes and huddled. Nearly everyone had dropped to the floor, unable to find their way indoors in the searing brightness. "Is everyone okay!" Reu shouted, clambering to his feet, his white hair a ragged mess. "Does anyone need help!" Everyone gasped as he stood up, revealing my shifted form. All the originals knew what a big deal it was. "Elvie is that you!" Arlen cried out, pointing in surprise. Then Sol gasped. "Arlen your…your hands!" "Dill your fac
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 82. Lyra
I squealed as Declan roughly shoved me into Pearl, scattering us to the ground.Then I saw why. Holding a long-barrelled shotgun, eyes blazing a furious gold stood Viktor. He was red-faced, sweating with exertion. Blonde hair now hung down to his shoulders, dirty and tangled. “What the fuck are you doing here,” Viktor said with a sneer, keeping the barrel pointed directly at Declan’s face. Manoeuvring so he could see all three of us togethe, his once handsome face twisted in smug victory.Gesturing the gun quickly towards me I gasped in fear as he mocked us. “You’re looking good Lyra, and a pretty friend too. My Declan, aren't you getting adventurous. Or did you fancy a less damaged slut for a while?”“Fuck off,” Pearl growled but this was no time for trading insults. Not when my mate had a gun waved in his face.“You’ve hidden the golden wolf here then?” Declan said flatly, flexing his huge chest, parting his legs to try and cover Pearl and I. From my crouched position I could feel
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 81. Declan
Lyra, forever formed of kindness and light raced to her side, Skidding into the blood and straw, not caring about her light cotton dress as she cradled Mara’s long blonde hair in her hands. “Mara what happened to you! Shit! Pearl, get some help, quick!” As the guard swore and cursed his bad luck, Pearl ran off. I heard her rummaging around in the guard room at the top of the corridor. Mara spluttered, her teeth stained with blood. Lyra carefully stroked her blonde hair away from the blood on her face, as gently as a mother would a newborn. “Lyra he…I did everything he asked.” “But you hurt people for him? The guards at the fortress, the men in this gold sale?” “I had to! I didn’t want to but he told me it was the only way. The only way we could be together. We put the golden wolf safe then came here to sell the little trinkets,” as she got upset her words became more ragged, her breathing starting to rattle. “We had such a good time…it was, he was perfect.” Pearl came scampering b
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 80. Declan
I have failed. Six months ensuring nothing harmed her happiness and I’ve gone and trashed it anyway. Those green eyes are filled with confusion and it’s all because of me. Because of something as simple as a dream. Albert having finally waddled downstairs, I slowly walk towards her. For the first time she steps backwards. Fuck. “You want to find Viktor? Howen? Both of them?” “I have to,” I confessed sadly, slumping down to sit on the soft bed. I rubbed at my eyes, running my hands through my short brown curls in frustration. “Lyra, these nightmares…these dreams are telling me I’ve got to do something.” “What dreams?” her voice softening, even though her arms are still folded. I keep my head in my hands, gripping my hair tightly as I force the words out. “Last night, I saw Howen as he was, as a young man being led away from me by Viktor, into a crowded road. I run, I search. I kill strangers in the streets to try to get to him. It drives me feral to the point where my dream ends wi
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 79. Lyra
Of course leaving the Fortress wouldn’t be complete without some final bloodshed. Seeing how Declan’s brotherhood had torn themselves to pieces the instant Beldon died was sobering. When I asked if we needed to tell the rest of the Rogues waiting back at the base, Declan shook his head. “The ones that made it out would have high-tailed it straight back there anyway."“What made Beldon and Morrell so…angry?” “I think they let their Bond fail. I don’t think you can live a life that violent, however well intentioned and not let it taint something pure,” Declan replied flatly. “Once that starts to rot, it all falls apart. Like how you described Corina.”So with Beldon’s body gingerly dragged from the flatbed of the dented black truck, we left. We were silent for the first few hours. Mainly because I was staring out of the window like an idiot at everything new. Declan was content to just drive, and watch me from the corner of his eye. Seeing the cragged black mountains up close, actual
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 78. Reu
Declan and Lyra left a few days ago. Elvie and I insisted on being the ones to take them back to what was left of the Rogue camp. On the snowmobiles, carrying machine guns and blades, we found a site of devastation. Blood had been spilled. A huge amount of it judging by the snowy corpse-clumps in the ground. Only one truck remained, Beldon’s frosted corpse. Tent sheeting flapped with claw marks, chunks of leather clothing shredded. Elvie and Lyra had shuddered to discover Amelie under one of the collapsed tents. “So this is Rogue law?” Elvie had muttered with a bitter tone. “You never know with Amelie, she may have struck the first blow or tried to lead a group attack,” I said after a minute's consideration. She always wanted to play big.She wouldn’t have even been up here had she not begged to come. Sitting quietly around every campfire for years, I have learned to watch people when they think they aren’t being studied. Amelie wanted more than her usual piece of Dec the instant
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 77. Lyra
Seeing Declan standing above my bed, blanket in hand, face flushed with desire I had for a second assumed it was just another fantasy. Too much hugging of the sandalwood-scented pillow, tricking myself again.Then he kissed me. He was so real. With a desire that bordered on frenzy, he seized and fucked me so exquisitely I felt I was coming apart at the seams. Only his gruff, heavy hold over my body kept me together. There was no feeling like it in the world when he sunk that deep inside. Laid next to him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, my toes curled at the memory of how he grabbed my ass, admiring me even though I knew my back was littered with scars.I love how even in his sleep, if I try to move away he instinctively pulls me closer. So excited to have him home I study him, unable to rest myself. His brown hair is shaggy and unkempt. That brown beard I love is even more ragged and needs trimming after so many days away.Despite the fighting and lack of food, Declan’s bod
