All Chapters of Fated to the Broken Rogue: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damien."Elliot!"My voice thundered through the room, panic gripping me as I lunged forward. Elliot crumpled to the ground, his knees buckling beneath him. I caught him just in time, lowering him to the floor, his body limp in my arms.From puking... to fainting.He had fainted twice within how many hours now. That wasn't good.With how much Elliot want to do things without being tied to me, do things like he wasn't my fucking mate, like he wasn't the only one I would willingly die for... it almost made me think he had rejected me.But the bond was still there. Tugging at me. Binding us together. And now it was screaming in agony. His skin was scorching hot, his breathing shallow and laboured. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was pale... too pale. I pressed my hand against his cheek, feeling the unnatural heat radiating from him.He was okay... okay... he was okay just for a few moments ago. Standing and talking..."What's happening to him?" I growled, my voice barely s

Elliot."Wake."The command reverberated through me, and the world tilted.I wasn't waking... not in the way the wolf demanded. Instead, I was pulled into something else entirely.The darkness receded slowly, giving way to a world steeped in muted colours and restless energy.My limbs felt like lead, as though gravity itself had grown heavier. The ground beneath me was soft and damp, blades of grass brushing against my bare feet.I opened my eyes fully, and the world came into focus. Storm clouds churned above, restless and alive, their deep grays and purples twisting like smoke caught in a hurricane. Thunder rolled in the distance, a low rumble that resonated in my chest, and occasional forks of lightning split the sky. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of rain that hadn't yet fallen.This was a far cry from the snow peaked land I had been on mere moments ago... how did I move from there to... here?I was standing in the middle of a vast field, the grass stretc

Damien.The floor quaked beneath me. I jolted awake, the chair screeching as I kicked back, disoriented. The first thing I noticed was Elliot’s hand, still limp in mine. The second was the vibration in the room, a deep, resonant hum that rattled my teeth and made the air feel too thick.“Damien!” Celeste's voice sliced through the suffocating fog. I whipped my head toward the door just as it flew open, slamming against the wall with enough force to splinter wood.She stumbled in, her usually sharp, collected expression replaced with something raw and unguarded... fear. “What the hell is going on?” I demanded, rising to my feet. The pressure in the room grew worse, the walls groaning as cracks spiderwebbed along the plaster. "Witches," Celeste spat, her voice clipped, eyes darting toward the window as if expecting it to shatter at any second. "The kind who hate my guts and want me dead."Before I could respond, the room lurched violently, throwing me off balance. My hand instin

Elliot. I couldn't move. The realization hit me like a freight train, crashing into me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. My arms hung lifeless at my sides, my legs dead weight beneath me. Panic surged, icy and unrelenting, clawing its way through my chest. “Damien!” My voice broke, high-pitched and trembling. “I... I can’t move!” Damien’s hands were gripping my shoulders instantly as though his touch alone could steady me. His eyes were darkened and locked onto mine, wild with a mixture of fear and determination. “You’re okay, Elliot,” he said, his voice firm, but I could hear the edge of panic beneath it. “You’re here with us. Just breathe.” I couldn't. My chest felt like it was caving in, each inhale a shallow gasp that did nothing to calm the storm building inside me. “I can’t!” I cried, my body trembling as though trying to escape its own paralysis. “Damien, I can’t feel anything! I can’t...” “Elliot!” Celeste’s voice sliced through my panic like a blad

Damien.There was a storm outside, and it screamed like a living thing, rattling the windows and thrumming through the floorboards of the apartment.The sky, dim and bruised, flashed with jagged streaks of lightning, and every rumble of thunder seemed to echo the chaos inside my head.I hadn't slept.I couldn't.My eyes flicked to Elliot’s still form on the couch for what felt like the thousandth time. He hadn't stirred in over twenty-four hours, and each second stretched longer than the last.His breaths had gone shallow, his skin too pale.Ethan sat across from me, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers woven together in a knot of tension. His usually sharp, sarcastic demeanour was dulled, replaced by quiet dread. I noticed the glances he spared at Elliot and then back at me, the questions unspoken. “What if he doesn’t...” Ethan started, his voice rough. “He will,” I cut him off. Too fast. Too sharp. Ethan’s eyebrows twitched upward, but he said nothing. I knew I wasn't co