All Chapters of The Rogue King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vampires rushed towards them at Daphne’s cry, yet it wasn’t all of them. Arthur realized that Nicole’s unit was clustered around Daphne and Nicole at the rear. He didn’t recognize any of the vampires charging towards them. Nicole never struck him as a person to remain in the rear, so what was going on? “I told you that woman couldn’t be trusted!” Tom cried, growling, “Your Majesty, don’t you see?” It was just like twenty years ago. The thought of bloodshed and the near-endless days of battle made Tom shudder. The scent of death had taken years to fade and the toll it had taken on the werewolf population was untold. They wouldn’t survive another war. Even if their leader wasn’t preoccupied with a royal vampire. “Rex!” Tom called, “We have to hold them off. Sharp Armor doesn’t have the forces.” Rex growled, glared at Arthur, and turned towards the oncoming vampires, “We head them off here! Charge!” The werewolves rushed forward p

Tom looked up in horror. He couldn’t believe it, but there was no mistaking Osborn even with his missing eye. He was wearing the same armor he’d gone to battle against the vampires in though it bore the signs of battle. Behind him were other werewolves in the same armor, glaring across the clearing.How could he be alive?His heart lurched as Arthur got to his feet and shifted into his wolf form at Daphne’s side. He’d been overpowered by a half-vampire woman. Arthur didn’t stand a chance against Osborn! What were they going to do?Even with the Royal family’s ability to control wolves, Arthur didn’t have the years of combat experience or the deep-seated rage that Osborn did. His legs felt weak as he turned to look at the others who looked confused and had started to engage the turned werewolves.It was uncanny and deeply disturbing to see Osborn commanding them. What would Dean have thought of his brother now

Daphne rushed to where his body stopped, pulling him onto his back as tears fell down her cheeks. “Just hold on!”Owen’s hand grabbed hers as she settled her shaking hands over the hole in his chest. Blood was bubbling up and pooling around them. Her magic warmed and stuttered trying to close the hole. “Run…” he gasped before his last breath escaped him and she could no longer feel any spark of life in him. “No…” she sniffled. “No! You can’t–”A snarl drew her attention from above. Osborn had shifted and started to barrel down the side of the hill towards her. She lunged aside, barely dodging his attack, and grabbed her sword, turning into his next attack as he skidded, turned, and lunged at her again. His claws met her blade and shoved her back and off her feet. She tumbled back and landed hard on her arm. He was too strong f

Arthur opened his arms trying to sweep her into his arms, but she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. Fear filled him and anxiety. He didn’t know what to make of her sudden apology or what he should say in response.“I’m so sorry, Arthur! I should have never gone! I shouldn’t have left you. I should have made Mamie and the others leave me behind, at least they would have been alive.”Arthur’s eye burned with an unfamiliar sensation. He didn’t remember the last time he’d cried or if he’d cried at all, but the tightness in his chest felt like it was going to burst. It sounded like she was regaining her memories, but had she regained all of them?She hiccupped, “The baby… It wasn’t your fault. I…”Arthur tightened his grip on her with a relieved sigh, burying his nose in her neck.“Daphne,” he whispered. “You r

Morning came slowly, waking Arthur. Daphne’s scent filled his nose and he turned to look at her, grinning at her sleeping face. As if she felt him looking at her, her eyes snapped open and their gazes met. Arthur turned, pressing his lips to hers, unable to resist the need to be closer to her, to be sure she was still his Daphne.Daphne sighed, pressing into the kiss with a little sigh. The sound sent heat through his blood until need and desperation pooled in his hips and he felt his cock swelling.Daphne gasped, as he angled his hips against hers. She looked up. Arthur’s face heated. He was going to apologize, to make some sort of excuse, but he didn’t get a chance.In a flash, he was on his back with Daphne hovering over him. He was a bit shocked at her speed and strength, but his wolf growled in contentment. Did werewolf mates tussle with one another? He’d always imagined it as sweet and gentle, but the urge to flip them over again an