All Chapters of Mated To The Rogue King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cara povThe first thing I felt was an ache in all my muscles, a soreness that seemed to radiate from deep within me. It came from my nether region, spreading to all parts of my body. I shifted slightly, wincing the dull, persistent throb reminded me of every intense moment from the night before. Memories flooded back in flashes, Brian’s touch, his whispered words, the way he looked at me as if I was his entire world. A blush crept up my cheeks, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.But as I reached over to the other side of the bed, wanting to feel the warm body of my mate, my fingers brushed against cold sheets. My smile faded. The bed was empty.Disappointment settled in my chest, but I quickly shoved it aside. Brian was the Rogues Alpha, after all. He had responsibilities, and I couldn’t expect him to stay. Still, the emptiness beside me left a lingering ache of its own. I started thinking of where he could have run, too. I expected to wake up to my mate, not

Cara’s POV It had been a full day since Brian left, claiming he had urgent pack duties. Yet, every minute felt like a year, dragging along with a mix of confusion, regret, and shame. The feeling of pain was getting unbearable for me. The cabin was suffocating, the walls seeming to close in on me with the weight of my indecision. I hesitated and freaked out to confront him. I couldn't stop replaying the moment I saw him in his full transformation by the hidden pond, the unmistakable aura of the Rogue King. My mate. same man whose kind was responsible for slaughtering my parents. The stories of the Rogue king were popularly known by everybody that could talk in the whole of Ellorin. The rogue king was well known for his manipulative and ruthless actions. He was the only man responsible for the destruction of the numerous pack, and the worst of all, he was responsible for the death of my parents. I hated myself for trying to deny it, to cling to the idea that maybe there was some m

Caras pov“What was he doing here”The dim twilight cast an eerie glow on the forest as I froze in my tracks, my breath hitching at the sight before me. Mark stood there, leaning casually against a tree as though his sudden reappearance after weeks of absence wasn’t an absolute shock. “Mark?” My voice came out uncertain, a mixture of disbelief and suspicion. He turned to face me fully, his familiar smirk curling his lips. "Cara," he said smoothly, as though we were old friends catching up. Though he had been my friend until…he poisoned me. "Long time, no see." I took a cautious step forward, my gut twisting uncomfortably. Something was wrong. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "You disappeared without a trace in the party. Everyone thought you were dead or… worse." “Here am I, did you miss me” he smiled a creepy smile that sent chills down me.“You almost killed me, the drink you gave me in the party, you…you poisoned it” I accused.Mark shrugged nonchalantly. "Things… happened.

Caras povThe knock on my door was hard and sharp, jolting me out of the restless haze of half-sleep. I have been stuck in my former room after my last meeting with Alpha Black. I was still perplexed by my last dream. It was in two parts. The first was the same dream I had before, about a little girl whose pack was attacked. Then suddenly, it changed to the part of the handsome white-haired man. From his piercing eyes, he was a werewolf, a very powerful one at that. And it looks like he was fighting a very tough battle. But the thing that caught my attention was the way through his mere gaze, my blood reacted to him. my bloodline had roared inside of me, with great strength when he stared at me.Not understanding what the dream meant, I shook my head, standing up, with my heart hammering, but before I could take a step, those knocking burst in. A maid entered the room, her gaze lowered, accompanied by a tall warrior whose broad frame filled the doorway. He looked at me without any exp

Caras PovThe air shifted. A suffocating weight settled over the council chamber as the spiked warrior entered the grand hall. My heart thundered at the mere sight of him. This was the first time I was seeing him properly, and he stood at almost 6,1 foot tall, with powerful biceps and triceps bulging out from his tight skin Armor he gaped on himself. He was a mountain of a man and with arms the size of a full-grown man's thighs. He stepped inside, tall and menacing, with spiked hair that seemed to shimmer under the dim torchlight. His presence consumed the room, his sharp gaze silencing the guards that wanted to apprehend him. even the elders, held a tinge of shock.But what struck me most was the smirk that danced on his lips, not cruel, but oddly pleased. And it was directed at me. “Cara,” Elder Rufus barked, his voice cutting through my confusion and the aura brought about by the spiked haired warrior. “Take the vial, now!” I glanced at the golden liquid in the vial, its conte