All Chapters of Fated to the Broken Rogue: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elliot.I couldn't sleep.The harsh rays of the sun shone through the window, filling the cabin with a bright flow.My mind was tangled with questions, regrets, and fears. So it didn't take much from me to ignore Damien when I took a seat across from him, looking like hadn't left that spot from the moment I offered him the cabin again."Are we really going to ignore the fact that you're a... werewolf?" I finally asked, my voice tight.Damien kept his eyes on me, though his jaw tightened. "I wouldn't change in the cabin, or even close to it so we can ignore it. I just need one more thing from you.""Oh? Just one?" I folded my arms, sarcasm all over my tone. "It wouldn't be you wanting me to keep my mouth shut, would it?""Yes." His answer was quick. Straight to the point. "For your safety. You shouldn't let anyone know that I'm a werewolf."It slipped through my lips before I could stop it. A bitter sound."Isn't that rich coming from someone who can turn into a creature that could rip

Elliot.What was wrong with me?I had been so relieved that Damien would stay with me. He made me laugh most times and helped out with the chores in the cabin without me asking him to.It was very easy to forget that he was a werewolf.But as I left the cabin the next morning, all I felt was the tension simmering in my chest, that strange pull between two different versions of myself.One that wanted Damien, that needed him in ways I hadn't dared acknowledge... and the other that didn't understand what the fuck was going on.Returning to work felt like some kind of temporary escape, even if the peace didn't last.Frank was officially a thorn in my flesh.He leaned against my desk with that look that meant trouble."Morning, Elliot," He greeted, with a voice that was too casual.I couldn't help the eyeroll that followed. "Let me guess. You've got another wild theory?"Frank's grin widened. "You know me too well. But it's not just a theory this time." He leaned in. "I have proof."“Proo

Elliot.The cabin was silent, save for Damien's ragged breaths echoing through the room. Just like the day I saved him, his blood painted my hands and smeared across my arms as I pressed cloth after cloth to his side.Anything to stop the blood rush. But it kept seeping through, staining everything a deeper shade of crimson."Stay still, okay?" I muttered, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.I wasn't fooling anyone.Damien managed a weak smirk. "You know, I think I look worse than I feel. You can stop fussing, alright?"Moron."Damien, shut up. I swear, if you don't stop talking, I'll knock you out myself." The words came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't help it.He had been fine when we were coming out of the woods. Fine when he sat on the couch.Then he just started bleeding again, and now my hands were trembling, and it felt like I was trying to hold water in my palms instead of his life.He was a werewolf with unusually fast healing abilities. What was wrong now?

Damien.It was always one step forward with Elliot and two steps backwards.Ahhhhhh.The town was coming to life when I walked into it, the first days of sunlight chasing away the lingering darkness of the town.This wasn't my first time here.I hadn't liked the other times I came, but I needed to put as much distance as I could between myself and the cabin.... Elliot."I would never like someone like you. Not in a million years."I scoffed, kicking a stray can down the street."Stupid," I muttered to myself. "You're an idiot, Damien.""Are we really going to walk away?" My wolf’s voice crept into my thoughts, discontented and raw.The damn creature was always so loud, always so sure he knew what he wanted. He hadn't stopped growling since I'd stepped out, moving in my mind like some trapped beast."This is your fault," I snapped at him. "You're the one who made me come back, thinking someone like him could ever care about us."I felt my wolf snarling, fighting me, like he wanted to t

Elliot.Damien didn't come back till nighttime.The door creaked open in my quiet cabin, and I knew immediately who it was.I didn't need to look up from my laptop screen to feel the tug towards him, to feel him filling the space. I heard him stop in the doorway, and I felt his eyes on me, watching in that way he did, as though he could see past everything I was trying to hide. I kept typing, ignoring the pounding of my heart, and the tug pulling me to look his way.“What?” I muttered, my fingers hovering over the keys.Damien cleared his throat, and I could feel his hesitation, which only made me angrier. “You left pretty quickly back there,” he said finally.I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "It was only appropriate. You were... occupied."Even without looking back I could tell his jaw was clenched. "She was just an acquaintance."“Sure,” I replied, feigning indifference as I closed my laptop and stood up, unable to stay seated any longer. “None of my business anyway. You don’t have to