All Chapters of Fated to the Broken Rogue: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien."...Asher."I could barely force the name of my half-brother through my lips. It felt wrong, bitter, like tasting blood after a fight.And yet, there he was.Standing on our porch like he belonged there, like he hadn't been a ghost haunting my worst nightmares for years now.He raised his hand slightly, fingers curling as a grin tugged at his lips. A sharp, knowing grin. The kind he always wore when he knew he had the upper hand in any situation. And I knew what was supposed to follow, so I expected a strike, a scratch with his claws, anything hostile enough.But all he did was start me down, calm and patient.Too calm.I didn't even notice when my hand found Elliot's wrist, tugging him behind me. Shielding him. He let out a quiet noise of protest, but I didn't care.I couldn't care.Not when Asher was here. Not when one man I'd spent a good quality of my time running from had just walked back into my world like he owned it."Asher," my voice came out lower this time, a dange

Elliot.I woke to the smell of stale air and sunlight flowing in from the window and onto my eyes.Damn!My body felt like lead, every limb weighed down as though I'd been running for miles. And my tongue?... it had this faint, unpleasant taste lingering on it.I was going to be sick.With each released breath, fragments of the night before surface, though incomplete.Damien...Damien had been with me. He had explained every single thing that happened to him though he did so distantly as if he feared just telling me would rub his sins on me.And then...The orange juice I think.I was coming out from the room and...I sat up too quickly, causing the world to tilt as my head spun. There a sharp ache pulsing at the back if my skull, like someone was hitting me with a hammer from within, but that wasn't enough to distract me from the fact that Damien wasn't here.I could feel that.But Fiona was. The red haired mate to Damien’s half brother was perched on the arm of a chair, arms crossed

Elliot.Fuck that little piece of nature.And why did it have to be so loud that it echoed louder than it should have in the unnatural stillness of this place. "Who's there?" Another guard echoed the first one words.They emerged from the shadows almost instantly... the three of them, moving like wolves who'd caught a scent. Their hands rested on their weapons–daggers strapped to their belts, one with a blade half-drawn. Running would be useless right now.Fiona stopped short, standing tall beside me as the nearest guard, a broad-shouldered man with a scar cutting from his temple to his jaw narrowed his eyes. These werewolves always seemed to be injured."Luna Fiona?" His voice was rough with disbelief, head tilting as he looked her over, eyes lingering on her dirt-streaked clothes.The second guard, a bit younger, exchanged a glance with the third. "What the hell are you doing here? And who..." his eyes flicked to me, then moved back to Fiona like I wasn't worth his time. "... who

Damien.One of the worst things that could happen to a person is the inability to move.I couldn't move.My body screamed at me to act, to hell, but the silver of the shackles continued to say every ounce of strength I had left. The room became a blur of chaos, the coppery taste of fresh blood mixing with the charred scent of burning torches.My mate... Elliot was a whirlwind of gold and fury, tearing through the guard with a savagery that made even my sick in the head brother stumble back a step.“Kill him!” Asher roared, his voice cracking in uncharacteristic panic. “Stop that beast!” The remaining guard hesitated, fumbling for his weapon as Elliot rounded on him. He didn't even stand a chance. A single swipe of massive claws opened him from collarbone to hip, and his scream of pain ended in a gurgle as he choked on his own blood while crumpling to the floor.This was a horrible place. The screaming elder, on the other hand, had pressed himself against the far wall, eyes wide wit

Damien.I crouched low, panting, with blood soaked into my fur. I couldn't help but glare at Asher, who stood tall and smug, those dark eyes of his gleaming with cruel satisfaction."Just leave us alone," I screamed into his mind, making sure my voice was kept steady despite the turmoil raging inside me.Asher's ears flicked back, his snarl rumbling like thunder. His response came immediately, and it wasn't pretty."You think I'd let you walk away with the power of that crystal embedded into you just because you don't want to fight? You're a coward, Damien. A bastard trying to play hero."Fucking hell.I was already frustrated by his stubbornness at this point."This isn't about being a coward or a hero, Asher. I just want to end this madness once and for all... I'll find a way to give you the crystal so we can leave, and it's done."Asher bared his teeth. "You don't get to decide when this ends, big brother. I didn't work my entire life for this pack just to hand it to you? To a bast