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Chapter 11

The steam has barely cleared from the mirror when I step out of the shower, wrapping the white towel around myself as I take a deep breath, feeling at ease after the shower. The fresh scent of soap clings to me, washing away the dirt and sweat, but I know the relief is temporary. In the end, a clean face won’t change the fact that I’m still trapped here, a rogue at the mercy of the Raven Moon Pack...I step into the small room I had been secluded in and glance down at the pile of clothes Miss Anne left for me—a basic top and black sweatpants, simple and practical, with a pair of underwear and a free-sized bra. At least they'll be able to fit my d-cup, usually that could be a problem but I'm glad Miss Anne was considerate enough to bring something that would fit me... I sigh to myself and slip into the clothes, being struck by how strange it feels to be… comfortable. This isn't usually my style. After so long on the run, I’ve grown used to discomfort. I’ve learned to ignore the ache of

Chapter 12

Taming the Rogue Luna/Zayna Vale

I blink at him a few times, letting his words reiterate in my mind. And once they do, I can’t help the reaction I give him. I burst out into laughter, the sound sharp and unrestrained in the otherwise heavy silence of the room. But as I look back at him, I meet his cold, furious glare, immediately making my smile slowly die down.“Wait, you’re serious...” I ask, still chuckling but less humourlessly now, and as my eyes meet his, I realize he is serious. His expression remains the same—unflinching, carved in cold stone.“In the few years I’ve been Alpha... I have not come across a single female capable of angering me yet intriguing me at the same time,” Alpha Octavius explains, his voice low and measured, each word like a calculated strike as he tilts his head at me.The amusement drains from my face as his icy gaze stays locked on mine. My body tenses, bracing for the impact of whatever else he has to say. His presence is oppressive, like a storm closing in, and I can feel every nerve

Chapter 13

Taming the Rogue Luna/Zayna Vale

I'm running.The wind rushes against my face, cool and sharp as I sprint through the woods, my bare feet barely skimming the ground. My wolf stirs, not fully awake but lingering just beneath the surface, her restlessness pushing me forward. The afternoon light filters through the trees, its warm glow dancing and twisting through the leaves and branches, but I don't stop. I can't.He let me go.I can't believe it. It makes no sense. But as the scent of pine and earth fills my lungs, I force myself to focus. I don't care why Octavius let me leave. I don't care if it was some twisted mind game, some strange test of will. All I care about is putting as much distance as possible between me and that packhouse…Branches snag at my clothes, scraping against my arms, but I ignore the sting, my eyes scanning the forest for an opening, a path, anything. I push myself harder, faster, letting my instincts guide me.But then, something shifts.It's subtle at first—a faint tug, a pull in the pit of

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