All Chapters of The Rogue King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He held Daphne’s hand and walked down the stairs after Rex and Blade towards the sound of people in the great hall where they usually held the meeting. There were a lot more servants than there had been before. As they passed, they looked at Arthur with expectant and eager eyes. Arthur didn’t meet their gazes, deeply uncomfortable with their presence.  “Looks like the meal isn’t served yet,” Rex said. Blade smirked, “Plenty of time for you to dress for dinner.” “Dress?” Arthur asked, suspicious of their tones. “Oh, yes, the head of the servants has been on and on about it for the past three days…” Arthur rolled his eyes, “No, thanks.” “Arthur,” Daphne said looking at him, “Won’t you at least humor them a little? They’ve been working really hard.” He pouted, his shoulders slumping before glancing at the group of servants who seemed to be eagerly awaiting the sign that it would be okay. He didn’t want to. Honestly, the only

The morning came slowly. Daphne couldn’t remember going to sleep. Her body ached as if she had been running for hours the morning before, but she felt content. She opened her eyes slowly.“Daphne?”She looked up at Arthur. His eyes sparkled in the morning light streaming in through the windows. He smiled at her as memories of the night before came to mind. She averted her gaze, feeling shy under his gaze. “G-Good Morning.”Arthur drew closer to kiss her, stealing her breath as he slipped his tongue between her lips. Pleasure struck through her and she moaned. Arthur groaned, slipping between her legs, already hard and pushing against her.“But, last night, Arthur…” Daphne’s face burned. “How are you like this?”“I want you,” Arthur murmured, grinding against her. “Is that okay? Can I have you?”Daphne worried her lip but nodded. She gasped

He stared down at the first two words on the page for a moment before rolling it back up placing it in the box. He didn’t want to read words from a dead man he couldn’t remember right now. It felt highhanded and manipulative in some way to have a letter held together by what Arthur knew had been King Dean’s ring.If the man had known he wouldn’t survive the battle, why not make sure his mother was safe and with Arthur and Alma? If he and Daphne ever had children, he would never let her come back to die with him when their children were too young to protect themselves.He turned and found the woman offering him the key with a small smile.“It is… yours after all.”He nodded stiffly, thanked her, and took the key and the box with him back to his room.  Daphne wasn’t there when he arrived, but her scent lingered in the air. He sunk onto the bed and opened the box carefully. It was strange to know that he

As they drew nearer, Daphne’s joy turned sour. Planks were missing from the sides of the cabin, broken as if a wild animal had pulled them off. The gate and fence had been torn down and vines were starting to grow over the remains of the gate.Her heart clenched in grief seeing the state of the cabin. She expected some damage, but not like this.Arthur growled, “Those bastards did this…”Daphne slid off his back and approached the cabin. There was blood still staining the floor. Glass was still everywhere and her bed had been broken in half. It seemed like they’d tried to destroy everything in the cabin, but nothing she was concerned about had been damaged. The few books that had been on the shelf had been knocked off the shelf but seemed intact. They had been her grandmother’s.“Help me clean it up?” Daphne asked.Arthur shifted into his human form and came to her side, “What should I do?&rdqu

Daphne gasped, shocked at Arthur’s words. She felt the air shaking around them. She had prepared herself to watch Arthur tear them apart.“What the hell are you talking about?” Haley bared his teeth at them. “You don’t…”“Traitors are not welcome in the werewolf kingdom,” Arthur growled. “Never will you be anything more than the rogues you sent to murder me.”Haley winced and stumbled, pressing a hand to his chest. Irene swooned and let out a little gasp of agony. Haley’s wolf wailed as bonds of the pack and the place where he held the power of alpha over the pack shattered, draining him.He looked at his wife and knew she was feeling the same way. How had he done this?“Banished?” Haley gasped.“No!” Irene shrieked. “Y-You can’t!”Arthur growled, grabbing Haley by the arm. He cried out in terror, bracing himself for the