All Chapters of Fated to the Broken Rogue: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Get. The. Healer.""Damien!"The Alpha’s arrival was like a drop of a stone into a pool, sending ripples of tension through the group of wolves gathered around us.His scent followed him... earthy and bold, a reminder of the authority he commanded here."Why wasn't I immediately informed that Damien was here?" Alpha Jaxon asked, his tone warm, cutting through the thick air.He stepped our of the shadows, tall and imposing, his face breaking into a grin, as if he couldn't see the unconscious human in my hands."Alpha Jaxon." I inclined my head, keeping my voice steady.I didn't dare move Elliot an inch, even when the weight of him strained every fiber of my muscles, I refused to let go.Jaxon’s eyes drifted to Elliot now, concern flickering in those blue orbs. "Who's this?"“A friend,” I replied, sharper than I meant. “One who needs your healer. Immediately.”His brows knitted as he took in the severity of the situation, his smile fading. He turned, nodding curtly at Markus, who had b

ElliotThe pain had dulled to an ache, but the bruises on my ribs made every breath a careful, measured thing.It had been days since that time with Zara, and since the dream, but the terror of both still clung to me like sweat. And now, here I was, nestled within a pack of werewolves.A month ago, and I wouldn't have believed they were even real.I kept my head down as I walked across the clearing, pulling my jacket tighter against the cold air that seeped through the trees.Most of the werewolves here barely glanced at me, yet their silence spoke the words they wouldn't say.Or the words Damien told me already.I was a human. I didn't belong here."Hey." A rough voice stopped me, breaking my concentration on staying out of everyone’s way.I looked up to see the Alpha, his eyes dark. Alpha Jaxon. He didn't look that much older than Damien, maybe a few years close to thirty, but his eyes spoke like someone who had seen everything the world had to offer."Good morning." I mumbled, shif

Damien. I had seen Elliot mad at me before, but this... This was a whole other level. I couldn't shake the way he looked at me when I pulled him through the trees and away from camp. His face was tight with anger, his footsteps quick and sharp on the earth. He kept sparing glances at me, as if he was waiting for something I wasn't ready to say. Fucking Markus. Fucking Raph. How dare they? After everything I had done to help, after everything I gave... My wolf stirred within me. Restless. "You're losing him." "I know." I was exhausted at this point. I had been ready to let Elliot go, save him from the danger that came from being my mate. Someone was going to kill him because of me one day. If it hadn't been Zara, then it might be an ambush from the werewolves who hated my guts, or from Asher himself. Whenever he found me. I could feel my wolf pacing within me, frustrated and confused. He had wanted to come out, to fight to keep Elliot alive. But I stopped him.

Elliot.I didn't know who moved first... me or Damien.But as we stood there, staring at each other, all I felt was an ache, sharp and relentless, pulling me closer.Damien’s hand rested on my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin as if he needed the reassurance that I was here, real, and wanting him.I pressed my hand over his, and that simple touch seemed to ignite something within me. I leaned in, unable to resist, my lips finding his in a kiss that was at first hesitant.It didn't matter that we shared a kiss just minutes earlier.This one felt different.His mouth parted, his breath mingling with mine, and every nerve in my body sparked to life.I needed this right now.I needed not to be able to feel. To sense anything.With my hands gripping his shirt, I pulled him closer, clinging to him as if I could anchor myself in the storm of emotions and senses that threatened to swallow me.My new heightened senses had a mind of their own. Switching on and off when I least expected it, like

Damien."Two weeks. No more."Frank's truck was actually not what I had expected. It wasn't a beat-up old thing that reeked of stale cigarettes and sweat.There weren't food wrappers and coffee mugs littered around.It was clean. Smelled like lavender with very comfortable seats.Which, in turn, made me very uncomfortable. But the moment Elliot slid into the driver’s seat, his hands curling around the steering wheel, I felt something strange... almost like I was where I was supposed to be.Frank had thrown the keys at him with a hard look, grumping. "Nothing should happen to it, Elliot. And if you dare extend this so-called break with a minute, I'll consider you as good as gone. I'm already hanging by a thread with the last break you took."He'd walked off with barely another word, but I hadn't missed the anger in his eyes when he glanced back at me.After all, I made him give Elliot his truck."Ready?" Elliot’s voice brought me back. He was watching me, eyebrows raised, as if he cou