All Chapters of Alpha's Rogue Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nicole shrugged. “The rumor has it that his father had gone to save him and was brutally injured while doing so. But the interesting part is that they all shoved the whole episode under the rug.” She exhaled heavily. “We were told that they both met with a terrible accident. When they returned, both were healing at the same time in the hospital.” She lowered her voice as if someone would listen to her in the car. “I think Alpha Jacob murdered lots of wolves to save him and he went alone to save him.” Gods! “And where’s his friend who he visited?” “Dead.” I gulped and rubbed my chest feeling a chill settle in my heart. Apollo went through a harrowing experience so early in his life. He must be so distressed. My parents died when I was five and I missed them terribly. Nicole stopped the car outside my home. When I stepped out, she said, “I have to go to see Gabe. I am helping him at the bakery. He has less staff today.” “Sure!” I waved a bye-bye. “And thank you.” “You will be fine

My cellphone chimed again but I didn’t look at it. I was sure it was a text from Apollo and I was damn sure that it was dirty. How could I read that in front of Nicole? And just as I thought it would be, two more texts came after which my phone started ringing. “Who is that?” Nicole asked me as she winked and removed her arms around my waist. “Must be aunt Paula,” I lied. “She is very worried about me.” “Then pick up her phone!” Nicole said. “Aren't you being rude?” She jabbed a finger in my chest and then left. I pursed my lips tight. And I didn’t pick up the phone. I needed space. Space rocket. I wanted to sit in it and go to Mars or maybe Saturn or perhaps a different galaxy. Determined not to read his texts or pick up his phone, I sat down at the table and started reading the menu. Gabe’s bakery was a cute little place. There were several tables on the inside and a few under the alfresco on the outside. Harry Styles, Falling, played in the background. I chose to sit by the tin

Releasing a ragged breath, I walked back to the wedding venue. I couldn’t make the head or tail of what Artemis just said, but it left me wondering why he would say that about his brother. The thought stirred something inside me and I staggered a little. it was as if that thing touched the surface of my body. I pressed my hand against my chest as beads of sweat broke on my brows. I felt a strange tug inside, as if something or someone awakened from deep sleep. The feeling lasted for only a minute. Sucking in a sharp breath, I tried to gather my wits. When I entered the main hall, I saw John giving a speech of fatherly love and Gabe was busy kissing his bride behind his back. Gabe just couldn’t keep his hands off her. He had lifted her off her feet and carried her to the center where people had already started cheering them for a dance. There was complete mayhem and John had to cut short his speech after muttering threats that he would see them all while training. He had prepared it m

“Are you sure you don’t feel anything for me?” I asked Natasha in a low voice, when I left ravaging her mouth as I carried her in my arms to my jeep. I could feel her sucking air sharply and hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I placed my hand behind her head and gripped her waist with one. Perhaps she became aware that everyone was watching us. She remained quiet and closed her eyes. I leaned over her ear and said, “My place or yours?”I knew that every damn person in the packhouse would talk about us or must be talking about us and by tomorrow this thing would become the talk of the town. It would soon reach Rita and her parents and then to my parents. But who cared? The last week had established that I couldn’t stay away from my mate. Every day I didn’t see her, every day I didn’t feel her breath on me and every day without touching her, gnawed at my soul. I held her possessively, feeling her heartbeat against mine. That rhythm soothed me. Confidently, I walked out with her t

There was so much blood that it reached my little feet. “Ghost?” I whispered to the boy who was on the floor, who looked at me. His face blurred in and out of my vision. Moreover, there were so many cuts on his face that it was difficult to make his features. One eye was black and swollen. His hands were tied behind him, his shirt was soaked in so much blood that if I hadn’t seen that streak of white, I would have thought it was red in color. There was a suffocating stench of piss and blood in the room. I puked all over. The boy kept staring at me with amused dark eyes. When I looked at him with tears in my eyes, he whispered, “Go away…” He was so white and thin. How could I leave him? So, I padded to him, trying to avoid dried and moist rivulets of blood on the floor. As I neared him, I saw how horribly beaten he was. “Ghost?” I called his name, as I started sobbing. “I will free you.” I stepped over him to untie his hands, but the ropes were so tight that they dug in his flesh an