All Chapters of The Alpha's Rogue Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was starting to lose track of how many days had passed since I’d come to the Full Moon pack but it felt like I’d always been here. After Capture The Flag I seemed to gain a little bit of respect from most of the other pack members. Even Poppy’s friends were more civil to me as she started to get better.Poppy had been recovering for about a week before she started involving herself in the pack again, quieter though. She hardly looked at me anymore and I wondered if it was out of guilt for what she had nearly done or fear from what had been done to her.I was heading to the Tracker’s Den where Annabelle had been teaching and training me. It was one of the factions I was interested in joining if I was going to accept a place in the pack. The other one would’ve been the healers but I was more drawn to the idea of hunting for food, learning different animals' habits and this also faction let me keep an eye on the New Moon pack’s movements.I was working on learning what different paw pr

Another council meeting was held because of the spy that had broken through the border and Jackson had the head warrior Abel placed in custody since they were his formations and plans that had gotten leaked. Abel tried to protest, saying that he had no idea how they’d gotten that information from him, but it was no use. Jackson saw him as a potential danger, but since nothing was proven yet, he was just placed in custody in the cells. “Jackson?” I knocked on the door to his office with a tray of coffee and snacks.For the past few hours, he’d been locked in his office, only letting Christian in. It was understandable that he would want to keep whatever plans he had private because of the traitor, but there was no way I was going to allow him to waste away in his office.I waited a minute for his answer but when I didn’t get one I just opened the door anyway, it’s not like he should be surprised, I wasn’t one for being told what to do and that’s something he should’ve remembered by

All eyes were on us as Annabelle and I finally got to the party. Annabelle had spent hours getting us ready and she still didn’t seem to be satisfied.“We need to be perfect!” She said, styling my hair over and over again.“Annabelle, chill. It’s just a party.”She gasped dramatically, putting her hands on my shoulders, “It’s not just a party, Elise, it’s the party! And it’s your first one so we are going to be stunning or we’re not going!”So for the time being I shut up and let her do whatever she needed to do.After another hour or two, I decided I’d had enough and either she was going to be coming with me or I would go alone. Finally, she relented and we left. I was worried my dress would be a bit short since it came up just above my knee, but I liked the way it flowed and it made me feel pretty. I had to admit I did a little twirl before leaving Annabelle’s house.I tried not to look at the people staring at us and resisted the urge to tug my dress lower or move a hand to my hai

He couldn’t have said that, and even if he did there was no way that he ever could’ve meant it. A Luna was a serious title meant only for those who had proven themselves worthy. A Luna was an Alpha’s equal in every way possible, they worked together and made decisions together all so the pack’s balance could be maintained and protected. In more civilised times being a Luna was simply being an Alpha’s mate and some Lunas didn’t take it seriously anymore. People like Poppys saw it as a chance to be in charge without earning anything or working for it and spending all the pack’s money.Fredrick never had a luna before so I’d never witnessed either the power or incompetence before. My mother told me tales of the previous luna, Fredrick’s mother, and she is how I would picture Poppy in power, not a good combination.I valued the position of luna with great respect, so for Jackson to ask me that out of the blue with Poppy mere feet away, I couldn’t help but freeze. “I can’t,” I whispered

My head ached as I squirmed in my bed. It was a similar feeling to what I felt when I had last drank so I thought I was just having another nasty hangover. The alcohol gave me horrible dreams too, worse than my previous ones, I couldn’t remember the last time I had a dream that didn’t turn out to be a nightmare.I dreamt that I was back in the New Moon pack, that they had found me and had thrown me into a cell. I could remember pleading, kicking and fighting. I remembered not being able to breathe as a weight slammed down on my neck.I curled up on my bed a little tighter and hugged myself, eyes still closed. Then I felt it, the sharp, metal cuffs cutting into my skin like a blade, and heard the sound of metal clanking together.Suddenly, I shot out of bed and looked towards my limbs, my stomach sinking as I saw that my wrists and ankles were wrapped in cold iron. I looked around me, realising that the nightmare wasn’t a nightmare at all, it was real.I noticed the sting of my throat