All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was wide awake when Mara then eventually Elvie finally got back. They had towels wrapped around their bodies, showering after hours in the Black Hall. No words were exchanged, snoring contentedly within seconds of hitting the thin, grey mattresses.It’s now almost a day off after the Full Moon. A basic rota is issued for those who need recovery time. Seeing as I had done nothing but frazzle my brain, I walked the corridors hours earlier than everyone else. It wasn’t like a summer morning, basking in the sunrise, Unrelenting grey and red concrete, except now the lights blindingly bright.I don’t know what to do about Viktor. Sense says I should just confess to Declan. I believe he isn’t a psychopath like Valdis, so perhaps he will just imprison him? What’s really holding me back is the fact Declan will recognise his scent and make assumptions.I’m not a fool. I know Viktor is flattering me for his own gains. He wants me to feed him, he wants someone to screw on the Full Moon. Even s

I've been hiding out with Viktor. Just a few hours a day. It's a win-win. I don’t have to see Declan and have my heart ripped out and Corina can’t get me either. She hardly has any chores right now anyway. Then the rest of the time I’m in the dorm, in the back rooms of corridor nine. Anywhere where he doesn’t tend to go.I just tell Mara and Elvie I’m heading to read a book, get some headspace. I’ve done it before. Maybe not this often but everything is changing under the new rules. I know it’s foolish but it’s easier than seeing him and knowing he hates me.Being in here made me feel like a naughty child, being cheeky. In the first week of hiding out I had to ask one of the questions burning away at me. “What do you know about Rogues then?” I said, keeping my eyes on my hands as they toyed with a paper bun wrapper. “Escaped them, joined them, fought with them?”“No I’m a lover, not a bitter twisted murdering fighter,” he grinned, those hazel eyes always catching mine. “Have you ever

How could it tumble down so quickly? I don’t mind admitting to myself I was on cloud nine after kissing her. The way that vanilla scent flooded into my veins, supercharging every sensation was addictive. I wanted nothing more than to worship her there and then but my wolf warned me to go slow, careful with her. I had to shut my eyes when she stroked my beard, it would have pained me to see her face contort as she uncovered my scars. Amelie, the friend with benefits from before this expedition, certainly didn't like them. Sex with her was nearly always with her on all fours. Long brown hair, hazel eyes, curves every man in the camp admired. Thrusting roughly into her, gripping her hair. As soon as she got her fix she would walk away. The perfect fuck buddy Howen and others would tell me. It's amazing what you can convince yourself of. I was more than looking forward to tonight. This was different. Lyra is different. Especially after last months fuck up in the Black Hall, I want

I woke up in his arms. I can’t even really call them arms without it feeling inadequate. They are such huge, powerful wedges of muscles. The way he picked me up like I was nothing, his body twice as wide as mine. I’ve never known anything like it. Not once in my life, not even the cycle of women who raised me ever treated me so tenderly. Every kiss felt like a blessing. All the touches of his fingers, his hot searching mouth left me wanting more. I didn’t quake in fear or dread the next rabid crush of his flesh against mine. He was everything I never even knew I craved. By the time I asked for him to use his mouth, my wolf had ebbed into a satisfied lull. It was my craving then. I didn’t want the night to end. Watching him sleep, he is still fully clothed. The ripples of scars underneath his grizzled dark brown short beard and down his neck suggest his torso may be similar to my back. My scars are mainly from my teen years. I struggled to adjust to Corina’s sudden dislike of me. I

After the shower with Declan we reluctantly parted. His hands siding over my body left me breathless when I should have been talking, telling him everything I felt. Confessing my secrets.But that would mean breaking this tiny moment of happiness. He gently stroked my cheek with a mournful expression before a batch of chefs clattered past. The Full Moon is very much over and I am reduced to being simply the daughter of his enemy all over again. Dressed in my tattered purple and gold-buttoned dress, my first thought was to give the herbs back to Reu. With a guilty, slinking walk I headed to the deputy’s rooms. Howen was thankfully not there, Corina apparently still keeping him occupied. The white-haired Reu sat hunched at his plain metal desk, scribbling in a leatherbound journal. “Hey,” he said softly. “Are you okay? You looking for Declan?” With trembling hands I placed the dried purple flowers on the desk. “I’m so sorry…I got desperate.” He shook his head, abandoning his writing