All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I hid in Corina’s room for over a week. Every morning I wake up and a huge feast of food is laid just inside the doorway. I assume Reu is trying to help, the latch not slid across, enabling me to leave if I wanted. Instead I was devouring thick slabs of bread smeared in sweet sugary jams. Huge chunks of pork and rice waited for me in overflowing bowls. It is the first time in my entire life I have had time to myself to think. To not be slaving away at manual labour, cowering in fear of someone’s whiplash, healing from my own beating. I could just be alone and think. I ate every scrap of food. My cheeks quickly started to refill with health after only a few days of devouring thousands of epically fatty calories. Every so often from the other side of the metal door I heard the sounds of chatter. With all the Rogues but Howen back out the Black Hall was in use as a gym again. Spirits were clearly high and bouncing, I hoped Declan was feeling better. I tried not to torture myself with h

Leaving the room with Elvie and Mara, it almost felt normal. Walking down through the constant grey with my companions to see yet another wounded person. Same as every other Freeze. Except as we approached Nine, it was clear this was no regular injury. Elvie clutched the medical bag, the master key rattling around with a sick sense of deja vu. Reu and Fabian were waiting for me, their faces pale and shaken. This had to be bad, considering the things these Rogues have seen.“Lyra, we have told Ronan if he even says a thing we’ll let him starve to death,” Reu said firmly. Fabian nodded, running a hand through his blonde curls. “We can open the door and bring her out to you if you want?” I shook my head, “let me take a look at her. It might be that we have to move Ronan if she can’t be carried.” “Okay, just…brace yourself.” “What is that smell?” Mara asked, but I knew. It was the same smell that had followed me into the void of fear that claimed me weeks ago. Burning, charred flesh. T

Whilst Corina slept, I was called to check Viktor. I heard about Howen losing it and how Arlen, Sol, and the others had to spend half an hour picking up the huge vat of cutlery that scattered across the concrete floor. I walked quickly, businesslike. As if it was any other person. When I unlocked his dorm, the sign for lockdown hanging over the handle with Fabian posted at the door on guard. I stood tall. He sat waiting on a grey-stained bunk, his perfectly chiselled face swollen and puffy. There was no blood, his golden eyes glittering with interest as I walked in.. “Hey there, Chick.” I turned back around and shut the door. “He’ll be fine. If he really bitches about the pain he could have a towel soaked in cold water to help the swelling.” Then I returned back to the sleeping Corina. We are running out of painkillers fast. I am having to lessen the dose to try and make them stretch which means we are entering a horrible phase of crying and whimpering. She pleads to die, regretti

I’d been under the hot water for an hour already, the showerhead working me to a state of near-fulfilment so many times. Except it never satisfied me. It was only through imagining Declan doing those things to me that I ascended but it was a pale imitation of feeling his hands on my body. Without warning my wolf grew tense. I panicked Ronan was loose for a second until I remembered the tattooed monster was dead. So what was my wolf afraid of? Turning off the shower I quickly dried, wrapping an emerald green silk nightgown around my body. I had to investigate. I wandered to the Black Hall first, but it felt off. Normally my wolf is pulling me there with all the force in the world but not tonight. Instead I walked down Corridor Six. Usually the warmest part of the bunker, tonight it was cold. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. A series of clattering and banging stopped me in my tracks. Then a cry of pain. I hid behind a concrete beam. After some more noise, from around the corn

She has no idea how stunning she is. Even before Howen left my mind was in pieces over seeing her running in that green silk robe. Her emerald eyes wide and shining, a flurry of black hair flying behind her. I forgot every reason not to grab her right there and then, before she saved my life.It just didn’t matter. Her mistake was to have kept an outsider alive in this shithole. A place where people turn against each other for no reason. People I thought I could trust with my life were shattering under the pressure of life underground whilst she continued to care and heal. Lyra is the exception to every rule I held about our kind. The instant I finally understood that fact, I would have grovelled on my knees to make her mine, Alpha or not.. Perched on the ladder I had gazed in wonder at her, bathed in moonlight. Her skin was immaculate under the cold moonlit glow I briefly wondered if Howen had managed to murder me after all. This vision was some kind of heavenly, vanilla-scented pa