All Chapters of The Alpha's Rogue Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The week rolled over quite quickly and after watching the pack train and glaring at them every so often, Doctor Heath and Clarissa finally found me fit and healed enough to rejoin the training. I was specifically told to be careful of my shoulder but other than that I could start training again!I wondered what we'd be doing today, maybe more drills or activities, I heard a rumour that we'd be doing a capture-the-flag type game at some point, defending territories and invading others, there were enough of us to have like three teams. That would be fun!Annabelle was still quietly hinting that she wanted to see my wolf. I had been able to put it off so far by telling her I was still healing. The pack were told that I suffered a broken arm, something that was notoriously difficult to heal, even with a strong wolf. Poppy's broken nose still hadn't healed properly so it wasn't too bad of an excuse. So with that, Annabelle understood why I was reluctant to shift so didn’t push too much, b

Everyone turned to look at Clarissa, and I felt my body go rigid. She promised me that she hadn’t told Jackson or anyone else about the surgeries or the fact that I couldn't feel my wolf, and if she spilled that secret in front of everyone, I didn’t know how I was ever going to forgive her.I did my best not to look at Jackson because even the slightest of movements might have given me away or raised his suspicions again.“Blessed Silver?!” Alexis spluttered, “Where on earth did you get Blessed Silver.”Clarissa narrowed her eyes at Alexis like a lion ready for murder, her magic began to flow from her body from the anger and lift her hair slightly. I could’ve sworn her eyes began to glow an electric colour, “And why is that any of your business, wolf?”Alexis snarled, feeling the challenge in the air from Clarissa’s power and Abel seemed to acknowledge it too, his fingernails growing and creaking against the wooden table.“As we are all aware,” Jackson interrupted them with impatience

The team was an array of different people from the pack. Some were big and buff, others were short and fast, some looked like they were new to training and there was Poppy, looking at her nails with one of her friends fanning her in case she was too hot.I couldn’t help but wonder if this team was fucked.I'd seen some of these people in other training exercises and it was definitely a mixed bag. There might have been the smallest of chances if we worked together. But if Christian and Jackson had taken part in this training there was no telling what would happen.But I had to admit, as much as I hated being around her, Poppy was less likely to attack me if we were a part of the same team. Or at the very least there were more witnesses if she tried anything. I remembered how she had surrounded me during our Hunter and Prey training and I didn’t want to be put in that position again. I doubted her friends would be so quick to abandon her this time,We had fifteen minutes to come up with

I was dreaming again. I had gotten used to my dreams being so vivid and lifelike that it hardly phased me anymore. I could feel the difference between my regular dreams and whatever these were. It was like a feeling was telling me to pay attention, to look further into what I was being shown.That feeling had gotten stronger ever since the first piece of Blessed Silver had left my body. Maybe it was my wolf trying to tell me something. I stopped questioning these dreams a little while ago. I didn’t like what I was being shown this time, though to be fair I never really liked what I saw.I was back at the New Moon pack again, but this time I wasn’t in the Pack House. No. This time I was back home.My heart ached to see the house I’d been so familiar with, the house I grew up in, the house I saw my family’s murders. It looked different this time. Like it was newer. I wondered if someone had been moved into that house now since there was no one left to inhabit it. Maybe they’d painted,

His hand was soft on top of mine despite his calloused and rough skin. It was like he didn’t want to handle me too hard in case I would break.I felt as he lifted his other hand to my cheek and wiped away a stray tear that had fallen from my eyes. It was weird to be touched in such an intimate way where I was so vulnerable, but I didn’t mind it. I wanted his hand to stay there so I could feel the warmth.When we first met, I’d felt a pull to him. I thought it was my instincts telling me to be careful and wary around him, he was an alpha and all alphas were power-hungry psychos. But then things between us changed somewhere along the way. Were we even friends? More? Less?I’d never felt anything for anyone before. My relationship with Annabelle and Christian was one of friendship and for that, I knew for sure. But Jackson? I wanted to talk to him, I wanted him to leave me alone, I wanted to get to know him, and sometimes I wanted to slap him in the face.I suppose that was what a friend