All Chapters of THE ROGUE ALPHA'S MATE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Shark avoided her afterwards, and Shira thought bit was for the best. He wouldn’t notice now if she sneaked off. She ate dinner with the rest of the rogues in a common dining hall, and Shira found she had to force herself to eat, cramming mashed potatoes and roasted lamb into her mouth, and down her throat without even tasting anything. Leywin was watching her with slight curiosity in his eyes, and she knew that if she gave into her lack of appetite and didn’t eat, he would know something was up. She angled herself slightly away from Leywin and the Shark who acted as though she wasn’t even in the room with them. Shira turned to face Liam instead, but she found she was not in the mood for small talk, so she kept quiet. Liam seemed uncomfortable being the center of her attention, and she didn’t blame him. For some reason, her attention on him also drew the stares of Leywin and the Shark. The entire dinner was an awkward affair, and when it was finally over, Shira got up and

Liam walked uneasily down the corridor, towards the Shark’s bedchamber. He wondered why a three man meeting had been called, and who was that servant, why was he all covered up! Something was deeply wrong somewhere, and it terrified him that he did not know what it was. He wondered again why the servant had been asked to wait behind for him at his room. Well, there was only one way to get answers. The Shark’s room door was locked when he got there, but he had been given a key by Leywin earlier since he ran most of the Shark’s errands for him. He opened the door, and let himself in. There was no one inside. Liam’s heart started beating faster, as his wolf instincts warned him again that something was wrong, but he could not place what it was. He walked about a bit in the room, then he remembered, he had left his room open, left his sword behind, with that strange looking servant who was all covered up! He turned around quickly and dashed for the door, only to collide with Leywin.

He had kept her in his room to keep an eye on her round the clock, but now he wished he hadn’t. He needed the privacy of his room, he needed to think. Her story corroborated Liam’s own, so the boy couldn’t be lying, but someone was. The Shark paced the hallway in agitation. Damn whatever accursed thing had made him kidnap the girl in the first place. She was nothing but trouble. She was a liar, plotting against him with his enemies, and yet she still managed to retain the innocence in her eyes, to look at him so trustingly, her blue eyes seeking comfort from him like a child would. The Renaki males had a very peculiar way of punishing females through the art of love making, and the Shark found he could not do that to her, no matter her crimes, no matter what she did to him. That was one line he knew he would never cross. He could not beat her as well. He had never, and would never still resort to violence against females – but they were just too much trouble. With effort, he put h

The Shark noticed Shira was breathing unevenly, and the fright in her eyes was very visible. He did not blame her very much though, he had been very graphic when he outlined the punishment he had in mind for her. He had been wrong. He had been careless enough to allow himself get fooled by a fast thinking Renaki make, and perhaps to cover up for his own short comings, he had decided to focus his anger on her. The Rogue wondered why it had taken him so long to realize something that had taken leywin only a few minutes to find out. Shira had been telling the truth – about the bread and meat part. The smart Renaki had given her directions which put her in his path, and he had fallen for the trap hook, line, and sinker, persecuting Shira, and giving the Renaki all the time he needed to get away. There were some things that still did not add up with her story though, like what she meant by escaping in order to protect him, and what was it she had been saying about a raven? Perhap

The Shark got on the nearest horse that belonged to him, once outside the inn, and against his better judgement, he pressed in his heels and set the animal off on top speed. Shira had been the one locked in, but he was the one feeling caged. Honor had never restrained him in the past, the way the sight of Shira’s tears restrained him. She seemed a gentle flower, innocent, pure, one he was tainting with his crude methods and devices. She was also a warrior – a human and female no doubt, but she had been trained in the art of war. He could not fault her swordplay, and he could not also deny that if her battle instructor had made her that good, then he might also be given credit for her beguiling mind. Did she have a beguiling mind, was the chief question. We’re her earnest declarations of love, and her ever ready tears simply an out pouring of her child -like heart, or were they the cunning workings of a mind forever trained to battle. He remembered his former mate, but for s