All Chapters of THE ROGUE ALPHA'S MATE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was until she woke that Shira realized she had slept off. It was evening now, the rays of the setting sun stealing into the carriage through the slightly parted curtains. Curtains! Shira wondered why the rogues had come with a curtained carriage, had they been planning to kidnap her all along. She was alone in the carriage, but she could still not shake off the feeling that she was being watched, that there was a presence with her. What did the leader of the rogues want with her, and why was he taking her. She had a strange feeling that this was some kind of test the moon goddess tried her with. Perhaps the villainous rogue sought to give her reasons to rebell against her one true mate, and the moon goddess allowed him for a season to test the power of her resolve, but she was going to remain loyal to her mate till the end -- surely, that must prove a very easy task. She remembered a remark her mother once made, that she forgave too easily. Her mother had told her a tale

Shira must have fallen asleep, because when she became conscious of herself again, the room was pitch dark. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered sadly that she had not eaten anything apart from a slice of white bread and water that day. The Shark had not had dinner with her like he said he would. He most have been to distracted by... She tried to stifle her thoughts, as memories of a she had done with the Shark tormented her. She remembered how she had pressed her body wantonly against him -- and had she returned his kisses? He had once called her lips experienced, and she had used her love instructor as an excuse. Had she grown more experienced? What was she going to tell her mate Farok! Her body still remembered the imprint of his on her, remembered the trail of his fingers down her flesh, her lips still felt tender from his kisses. Shira got up and began to pace the room in agitation. She was going to leave, she had to leave, to find a way to escape. The rogue w

Farok, Alpha of the Diek people of Walik paced his bedroom. He was supposed to be working, planning out his strategy. It was a cold world out in werewolf territory, and the moment his tribe seemed weak, or a little uninformed, the neighborhood tribes would have a field day with them. It was common in Walik, and even more common in Renak for tribes to be raided by other werewolf tribes. Everyone usually turned a blind eye to that, as long as the raided tribe did not have any allies. The thing was, once a tribe was raided, it encouraged other tribes to keep raiding them until all the packs left there were scattered about, killed off, destroyed. As Alpha of Diek, Farok owed it to his people to protect them from such a fate. It was not as though the Diek was close to facing such a fate, they were the most powerful tribe in Walik, and arguably in Renak too, but Farok never for once believed it would be a good idea to loose his guard. And yet, he had his books and maps and journals

Shira had been trying to fortify her mind about seeing Liam get whipped all the way back to the inn. It was her fault, she knew. She had known he would be punished for helping her – for getting tricked by her. He had even told her so, and yet she had been so selfish. She tried to tell herself that this was the life he had chosen, and everything had it’s consequences but – she knew. Liam was just a lad, and because of her, he was going to be whipped. She tried to hate the shark, he was such a monster. She tried to hate him! She had expected the Shark to set up the platform for Liam’s public whipping immediately they got back to the inn, but to her surprise, he only handed her over to one of his rogues, with strict instructions to take her back to her room and lock the door. Shira tried to speak with the rogue as he marched her to her room, tried to beg him to plead with the Shark to spear Liam, but the rogue ignored her completely. She could have been nothing but a sack of pota

Shira found the journey to be totally unpleasant, a steady reminder that she was a hostage. She had never ridden with anyone before, and now, she had to sit in front of Leywin on the same horse, and without a saddle! Leywin said there had not been anytime to saddle the horses, and for all their hurrying, Shira could not see what the problem was. And she missed the Shark. She finally admitted that to herself. She was feeling weird, like she had felt when she was ten and mistakenly emptied her mother’s bottle of perfume down her throat – okay that had not been a mistake. She had done it because, tired of being a lone, she had gone to play with her cousins, and they insisted she take a sip of her mother’s perfume before she would be admitted into their play. She had drunk the whole bottle just to impress them. Now she tried to focus her mind on the journey ahead, tried to keep awake. She had a feeling, that if she slept off and fell from the horse, Leywin might think she was on