Semua Bab FATED TO ALPHA RENZO : Bab 11 - Bab 20

FURY RORY'S POV “It’s not your turn to take the Alpha’s tea.” I turned to see Zara, the Alpha’s oldest mistress, standing in the doorway with her hands on her waist. Her sharp gaze raked over me like I was something filthy clinging to her floors. I exhaled slowly. “Whose turn is it then?” “It’s Mira’s.” The name sent a jolt through me. Mira—the same woman who had sold me out during my escape attempt. I hadn’t seen her since that night, hadn’t even had a chance to look her in the eye. “Mira?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice neutral. “Yes, the one who reported your evil missions,” Zara said mockingly, stepping inside. Behind her, the other mistresses followed, their expressions ranging from amusement to mild curiosity. Then Zara moved closer, lowering her voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “One thing you don’t understand, Rory, is that everyone wants the Alpha.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “He fucks so good you—” She paused, eyes gleaming as if she enjoyed making

THE MATE BONDING SEASONRORY’S POVElijah’s bandaged hands were a harsh reminder of Renzo’s cruelty.“The Alpha requests your presence,” he said as I opened the door.I sighed, struggling to fit into the tight red dress. “I’ll be there.”Alpha Renzo’s ChambersRenzo’s gaze swept over me as I stepped inside, his face unreadable.“You will behave tonight,” he said flatly. “No running. No rebellion. My wolves, the council—everyone expects the Alpha’s mate to act with dignity. You will not embarrass me.”I lifted my chin. “And if I do?”His lips curled, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Then you prove them right—that you don’t belong here.” His eyes flicked to my dress. “And by the looks of it, you’re already halfway there. Did you wear that to stand out or to be laughed at?”Heat crept up my neck. “I wore it because I wanted to.”Renzo hummed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed my waist, then pulled away just as quickly. “Bold choice,” he murmured. “Let’s see if you can carry it.

WHISPERS OF WAR.RORY'S POV “Make me coffee.”He ordered in the morning like he had never begged me to sleep in his bed last night—or maybe the name Ryker still haunted him.“About last night—”“Summon my Beta and leave my chamber.” His voice was cold, sharp. “Not only do you keep mentioning our enemy, but the one who slaughtered our kind—”A knock.His jaw clenched, his fury barely contained. But I never lied when I said I didn’t belong to him.Elijah stepped inside.“Assemble the warriors.” Renzo’s voice was quieter now, but no less lethal.“We’re going to war.”"You can't launch an attack on the humans until you figure out how to fight what they used last night."Renzo’s gaze snapped to me, burning with barely contained rage."Now you care?" His voice was sharp, bitter. "I am Alpha. I do not sit back while my warriors choke on the enemy’s poison like helpless pups. I do not wait while my enemies plan their next move."He turned sharply to Elijah."We move."They strode out, and I

THE WAR WITHINRORY’S POVThe night air was cold against my skin as I stepped out of Renzo’s chambers. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, my wolf clawing at me, desperate to turn back."Go to him."I gritted my teeth, forcing my steps forward. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.Renzo deserved this. Every second of it.But my body didn’t believe me. Neither did my wolf.I was still shaking when I rounded the corner—and crashed into someone.“Elara?”My sister grabbed my arms, steadying me. Her eyes were bright, almost… eager. “I heard.”My stomach twisted. “Heard what?”“The Alpha.” Elara’s fingers tightened around mine. “They say he’s greatly injured. That he’s in pain.”I swallowed hard. “Yes.”A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. “And you—you’re the white wolf, Rory. Everyone knows you’re the only one who can heal him.”A sharp ache filled my chest. “Yes.”Elara’s smile widened. “Then you’re letting him suffer?”I hesitated.Her eyes sparkled. “We’re finally getting our revenge.”I f

UNFINISHED DESIRERORY’S POVHis words still echoed in my head. I’m making you burn instead.And he was.Renzo’s hands were everywhere—hot, firm, pulling me closer. His lips moved over my skin, leaving a trail of heat. My breath came fast as his fingers slid down my thigh, pushing aside the last thing keeping us apart.I gasped as he touched me, his fingers stroking, teasing. My body shook, trapped between wanting and resisting.“I should ruin you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.His fingers pressed deeper, and my body reacted before my mind could fight back. I should stop this. I needed to stop this.But then he moved between my legs, his body pressing against mine, his hard length rubbing against me.A shiver ran through me. My breath hitched.I wanted him.I hated that I wanted him.Then, as he pushed forward, something snapped inside me.“No.”It came out soft, shaky, but my hands pressed against his chest, pushing.Renzo froze.His dark eyes locked onto mine. “No?” he echo