All Chapters of Saved by the rogue alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tania's POVSeizing the opportunity created by Talon's courageous act of saving me, I swiftly made my escape from the clutches of Lexi. Although resentment brewed within me, fueled by the tumultuous emotions that swirled in the aftermath of our encounter, the mere thought of falling victim to Lexi's depravity, that of the relentless and wicked Werewolf, sent shivers down my spine.As I fled through the shadows, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churned within me. Anger mingled with gratitude, frustration clashed with relief. The dichotomy of my feelings echoed the complexity of the situation, as I grappled with the lingering effects of both Talon's actions and the looming threat Lexi posed.The vivid memories of Lexi's aggressive nature, his dark aura, and the sinister intentions he harbored haunted my thoughts. The prospect of being subjected to his twisted desires was a nightmare I could scarcely comprehend. With each step I took, I vowed to forge my path forward, emancipating mys

Tania's POVAfter much contemplation, I arrived at the realization that Talon still held my heart, and it became evident that addressing our issues was of utmost importance. However, rather than rushing into confrontation, I chose to let the situation breathe for a while, allowing emotions to settle and clarity to prevail.I made sincere efforts to cultivate feelings of hatred towards Talon, believing it would provide solace or aid in my healing process. Yet, despite my anger towards him, I discovered that the depths of my heart could not harbor any hatred towards him, nor did I desire it to. It became clear that our connection ran deeper than mere resentment, and I knew deep down that I would never truly despise him.Recognizing the need for open communication, Talon and I will undoubtedly engage in a heartfelt conversation. I have come to understand that he may not bear the entirety of the blame for the circumstances that have unfolded. I recollect moments when he earnestly attempte

Dolph's POVI wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to touch her in her most sacred places. I wanted to kiss it, and love it just like I love her. Tania was a sunshine in the night, a beauty that supersedes the beauty of all other women and right now that she was here with me, I wanted nothing more but to make love to her.My essence of my manhood surged with anticipation, my body responded eagerly to the mere idea of intimate connection with her. It suddenly felt as though I could no longer control myself. I lifted my hand to pull off the remaining part of her covered body underneath the blanket but my hand was suspended in the air. As my hand hesitated in mid-air, I quickly regained composure. "Dolph, get a grip," I admonished myself. This was not the path to win a woman's heart. If I followed through, Tania would have every reason to distrust and despise me. I refused to take such a reckless gamble—I valued her trust far too much to jeopardize it.Without hesitation, I rose to

Tania's POVAs my mind grappled with the surreal nature of it all, a nagging thought crept in: could this be nothing more than a figment of my imagination? Were my ears truly attuned to reality? Alpha Dolph's words echoed in my mind, stirring a whirlwind of doubt and confusion. Could his shocking revelations possibly be true? Did he truly orchestrate such a nefarious scheme? The sheer audacity and implausibility of it all made it difficult to accept, and yet, the evidence seemed to point in that direction.The Scouts, who had been dispatched to oversee the border, lingered in my thoughts. Their deaths now took on a chilling significance, an ominous clue that had eluded my grasp until now. The cryptic letter, with its enigmatic message, served as an eerie prelude to the events that followed. The brutal attack on the Pack house, a once-secure sanctuary, shattered any remaining doubts and left me reeling with the magnitude of Dolph's deceit.As the puzzle pieces began to fit together, a

Tania's POVI spent an entire day desperately searching for any means of escape from the confines of the room where Matilda and I were being held captive. Matilda had repeatedly warned me that there was no way out, and her words echoed in my mind. After all, she had endured this grim existence for months, devoid of even a glimpse of sunlight. The absence of any windows in this room intensified our suffering, making it a tangible and agonizing experience.This was the pivotal moment, the crossroads where I confronted the choice that would define me. I could either succumb to my doubts and accept the role of a feeble Luna, forever relying on others to rescue me from trouble, burdened by the weight of my kingdom and the fragility of my love. Or I could embrace my inner strength, beseeching the Moon Goddess to unleash the power within me and illuminate a path through this dire predicament.With unwavering resolve, I chose the latter. I made the conscious decision to embody strength and re