All Chapters of Mated To The Rogue King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cara’s pov"it's Alice!" The person behind the door answered amidst consistent banging, I took a deep breath calming my already racing heart. For a moment, I thought it was them.the pounding on the door, intensified, adding to the headache I already had from crying too much over my pitiful life. I managed to get up from where I sat, wiped my eyes, and went to open the door for her.“Oh my God, Cara, are you okay?” Alice exclaimed, grabbing me the moment the door opened.“I…I’m…” I couldn’t finish my sentence before breaking down again, but Alice was there to catch me.“Cara, you need to tell me what happened. Why did the Alpha summon you to his office? Are you in trouble? Please, Cara, tell me,” Alice pleaded, her voice full of concern.I tried to calm down, and after what felt like an eternity, I was able to speak. I told her everything, how Alpha Black planned to sell me off for his benefit.When I finished, Alice, usually so talkative, was speechless. I watched her as she got lost

Cara povsThe leaves clung to me like damp reminders of the storm that had passed, and the soil beneath me was sticky with mud. Rain had poured relentlessly, leaving me drenched despite my desperate attempt to shelter beneath the canopy of an ancient tree. Three days had passed since I fled the pack, and somehow, I’d encountered neither rogues nor anyone sent after me. The lack of pursuit should’ve been comforting, but it wasn’t. A gnawing guilt clawed at me as I thought of Alice. Had she survived the attack? The thought twisted my stomach, guilt mixing with the ever-present fear. I was a criminal now, a deserter. Abandoning the pack in its moment of need was unforgivable. Even if I wanted to return, my welcome would only be the sharp edge of execution. I sighed bitterly, shifting on the damp ground. Weak. Pathetic. That’s what they’d always called me, and they weren’t wrong. As an Omega, I wasn’t made to fight or survive like others. Sure, we healed quickly, but that wasn’t much he

Brian’s POV The night was quiet and still. The usual sounds of crickets and frogs were absent, leaving only the rhythmic thumping of the deer's heart echoing through my sensitive ears. As we crouched beneath the leaves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I am Brian, the leader of the Mafians Wolf Pack, a group of rogues I created for one purpose: revenge. Most of my packmates were abandoned by their former packs, turning rogue because they no longer belonged. We seek justice, to be recognized as wolves, not as abominations. "Alpha, should we proceed?" Garreth, my brother-in-arms and Beta, asked through the mind link. I focused on the group of deer grazing unaware of the doom about to befall them. Flanked by my warriors, hardened veterans I always hunt with, I counted down. "Everyone, listen for my mark. On the count of 3, 2, 1…" Hell was unleashed as ferocious wolves hidden in the shadows darted towards the herd, with me leading the charge. The hunt was a one-sided

CARA'S POV It’s been two days since my mate ran away. The image of his eyes filled with denial and regret still haunts my dreams, replaying over and over in my mind like a cruel loop. He stood there, frozen, his spoils from the hunt dangling in his hands as if they were the only things grounding him. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, he fled, rejecting our mate bond. Every time I remember the disgust in his eyes, my heart shatters all over again. The pain is relentless, like a knife being twisted deeper and deeper with each heartbeat. I heard footsteps approaching before I saw her. “My lady, it’s Debby,” came the soft voice. “Go away. I don’t want to see anyone,” I sobbed, curling further into myself. “My lady, I brought food. You haven’t eaten in two days.” She set down the tray, and the aroma of the meal wafted through the room, teasing my senses. “It’s fine, my lady. Master was just paranoid and shocked. I’m sure he’ll come around,” she said in a tone meant to c

Cara's povs “Garreth” I repeated, my heart beating unsteady, “ that's…the beta of the pack?” “Yes, he is the second in command of the whole pack, and the second strongest after the Alpha, a strong rogue, even when master is not around he alone can handle the pack” she whispered to me. The air inside the bar seemed to grow thicker as Debby and I exchanged tense glances. Garreth was still seated at his table, laughing with his companions, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes peering at my back. From the bosterous laugh coming from their table, you would think that he is a kind and jovial person, but behind the facade might be a dangerous predator. Debby leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “Cara, we can’t stay here. Garreth isn’t someone we want to cross paths with. He is loyal to master. We need to leave now.”My heart raced at the urgency in her tone. “But how? If we just get up and walk out, he’ll see us.”Debby’s eyes darted around the room, calculating. “T