All Chapters of The Rogue's Little Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Remember, don’t you ever try to take this ring off of you. The master told us that it’ll help you conceal your power amd your wolf. Walk straight do not enter any pack or they’ll treat you a feral,” Kiba told me as she was bleeding u stop. Roka told me Sabrina attacked them with a claw laced with poison. As their master’s last request from them was to help me escape. Both of them were bleeding furiously. I wanted to help them but declined my offer. “Use your strength to go back to the Rogue King as soon as possible before they find you,” Roka told me. “Now hurry, leave us. The wolves might have smelled our blood. You need to leave before they arrive,” Kiba added. “Remember, do not come back to Axel’s pack. The only one who can save you is the Rogue King.” That was a few days ago. I’m not sure if they survive but I wish the enemies didn’t find them. I didn’t have any choice but to leave or I'd die and their sacrifice would be in vain. Even though I used to have a compa

Kayah’s Point of ViewNo, there’s something wrong. Seven should recognize me but why does he act like he never knew me and even knew me?“That’s because the power of the ring hasn’t worn off yet. He couldn’t recognize us yet,” told me warily. Hesitantly, I rubbed my muzzle under his chin. The feeling of his skin touching my fur made me feel all tingly inside and when he lightly touched his hand to the side of my head the feeling spread. He pushed me away forcefully and stared sternly into my eyes.“Will you stop that?” His eyes flickered into something heated. Was he angry? “Just because I protected you from that other wolf doesn’t mean that I need to be thanked, so you can just take your cuddling to someone else.”Embarrassed by his comment I averted my eyes and looked down at the ground. Truthfully the thought of thanking him hadn’t even crossed my mind and now that he mentioned it I felt slightly ashamed. How rude I must seem to not have thanked him for saving my life. Instead I h

Kayah’s Point of ViewThe door creaked in an eerie way as it opened. His Majesty, Seven didn’t even look at me as he walked in and felt his hand around against the wall. He hit a switch and some of the lights flickered on while others stayed dead. The lights revealed a relatively small room with flaky white paint covering the walls and a large staircase.He turned and shut the door before he made his way up the stairs. I followed hesitantly behind him with my ears perked down at the change of scene. I had never been to a human den before and now I know the reason why. We went up a couple of levels before he put his keys into another door. He opened the door to reveal a large room with more bad lighting but unlike the other one it had stuff in it. The same flaky white paint still covered the walls but on that were some photos and shelves. The room had two worn green couches and a large square shiny box that was tucked away in the corner.“Stay here.”I twisted my head and watched as he

Suddenly Six was up off of the couch and walking over to the door that we had both used to come in. Before I could even ask him what was going on he had left slamming the door behind him. I could feel my back stiffen as the herd of footstep ran up the stairs. It was obvious that he didn’t want me around when he confronted those people and I knew that if they were a threat he would have no problem taking care of them but for some reason I couldn’t shake being worried. Slowly the feet stopped moving one by one and I was able to estimate just how many there were. Six. The hair on my neck stood up. Six to one, I didn’t like those odds one bit. I scooted over to the edge of the couch that he had occupied moments ago and stared intently at the door listening carefully for any signs of movement or conversation. Besides the creaking floorboards, loud footsteps, and my own heavy breathing I heard nothing. There was no immediate arguing or words exchanged, just an eerily silence. The more ti

Kayah’s Point of ViewSix’a roar had become so loud that the other werewolves Luis had brought along were jarred awake. Each one of them winced and moaned as they picked themselves up off of the ground…all but one. I looked over at him carefully. There was no blood gathered around him or even any bruises. I gasped beside Six at the realization. The awkward position of his neck, the silent heartbeat, and how his back wasn’t rising and falling with each breath should have been a huge give away.When did that happen? My brain was scrambling to form an answer when I remembered. It happened right after Six had called out my name. The deadly snap of this man’s neck had been almost silent against my own racing heartbeat and thundering blood. Guilt swelled inside of my chest. Even though the man had been fighting on Luis’ side I still felt horrible for not noticing his death until now.The other were’s however did not feel the same way. One of the less beat up ones pick up the dead body and