All Chapters of Mated to the Rogue Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Isabella.I watched as the buildings dwindled down into trees and roads into a singular forest. Treasure slept peacefully in the back, the food I had prepared in advance served properly throughout our long journey back.The sun was already setting, sky a dark hue of purples and oranges when I felt us cross the familiar boundary of my former pack. Trepidation filled me at the sights, mixed emotions bubbling up. Whilst the nostalgia and longing remained, there also laid immense worry and fear. The reminder of that day, where insults were cast upon me remained.But I straightened, steeling myself. This was still my pack in the end. They were still the family I grew up with, no matter how much they loathed me now. More than that, I was here for my parents and my father, and I would do my best until he recovered.The only thing I knew was that they wouldn't dare treat Treasure the same way they had treated me. I wasn't going to take anyone who did that.“My parents said you don't have to m

Isabella.Our reconnection was cut off when only several minutes after, Treasure had woken up, disoriented and confused to see his grandmother there in place of his mother. In the end, we had to cut the discussion short until dinner time when he fell back asleep.Now in my parents' bedroom, my mother looked apologetic.“I'm sorry we didn't tell you.” My mother said. “We thought it was something we could handle. More than that…” “It's okay, dad, mom.” I looked at both of them with the mention before smiling gently.“For now, I'll take on all the gamma duties. I don't care what the pack has to say.”At the mention of the pack, I noticed them stiffen in response, a twinge of… fear?Before I could decipher it, the feeling disappeared. They comforted me before bidding me goodnight.It was Connor that greeted me the next day. I had woken up early, preparing myself for the day ahead and the new berth of responsibilities I was about to take on. Leaving a note for a sleeping Treasure, who wa

Isabella.My nerves crawled through me like worms as I stared at the face of a man who I once cared for. The man whom I once liked, one of my best friends as a child and was now the one person I loathed with all my heart. His face and frame were as broad as ever. His hair though, had become longer, swiping across his face in a look that I could only describe as 'greasy'. The only notable difference to his appearance though was his face. What was once smooth now held a set of scars, striping across his forehead to his cheekbones. I clearly remembered how that felt, the sensation of warm blood on my hands as panic and adrenaline tore into me.The eye I had slashed across was now a pale gray, though I couldn't be sure if he was blind or not.Though the fear that came with his actions were gone, the disgust and pure hatred remained intact and was now bursting through me with every growl Violet made inside me.He tilted his head at me, the smug smile he bore. “Well, aren't you going to s

Isabella.I sighed as I relaxed my shoulders, slumping on the chair.“Are you okay?” I turned to lock eyes with Ethan. He seemed worried as he looked at me.Letting out a sigh, I shook my head. “Yeah. I'm good," I said. In a familiar motion I vaguely recalled my father used to do, I brought my index and thumb to the bridge of my nose in-between my eyes, pressing it together. Though it didn't make much of a difference, I found myself relaxing a bit more at the gesture.When I looked up, his expression was contemplative. Confusion came through me.“What?" I asked. He flinched slightly in response, and I instantly felt apologetic at what could have easily been seen as harsh.“Nothing.” He stuttered, before standing straighter “It's… It's just… you've been working so hard since you arrived. It's only been five days, and yet you've completed so much.” He said.In cue of his words, I looked around. The office was once piled with tons upon tons of work before. Even with my father, Ethan, an

Isabella.Silence reigned for seconds on end. I held my breath, waiting for an answer.“If that is the case…" Sierra drawled, trailing off. When she spoke again, her voice was grave.“Then something is really wrong." I caught myself before she could say anymore. “Maybe we should stop talking about this." I rushed out. “I haven't even seen her, so it'll be wrong to make such assumptions."Another bout of silence came before Sierra sighed through the line.“You're right." She sounded more worn this time, like simply the mentioning of that woman had already drained her of all her energy.“Let's talk about something-"Before she could finish, she suddenly cut herself off. Another whining sound came like a yawn. I waited till she was done, to speak. “You're tired.”She giggled in response, her voice gaining a much lighter tone that eased me. “Kind of. It's been an exhausting day." She said.I nodded to myself.“I guess it's time we say goodnight then,” I said.“Wait.” Before I could e