The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Lycamar

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I’ve kissed before. I’ve had sex more times than I can count, pinned women down in this exact position, but nothing has ever

Telt like this

My beasts reacted differently this time, too differently. My eyes glowed as I locked her neck, grabbing her dress and sliding my hand down, needing to touch her thighs,

I was halfway through when she broke the kiss, panting hard.

“Listen, wait wait…” she murmured.

But I wasn’t listening.

I was already pressing kisses into her bare shoulder, tugging at the stubborn fabric of her dress, lost in the way her skin warmed beneath my mouth.

Lycannar!”

I froze.

That name. My birth name. The cursed title my father gave me, one I’ve despised for most of my life… until now.

Until she said it.

From those lips I’ve claimed. From that mouth that tastes like fury and need.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to her. She saw the glow in my eyes before it dimmed.

She stared at me quiet, breathless. her voice soft

“We… we can’t do anything yet.”

I swallowed hard. She was right.

She still bore the bond to another. A mate chosen by fate or cruelty. I could no longer tell the difference.

Until that bond is broken, I should control this obsession.

I let out a shaky sigh and dropped my gaze, struggling to calm the need that clawed at me.

I looked back up. Her lips were parted. Tempting.

I leaned in and kissed her once more, Slowly, making her lean into me.

Then I pulled back. If I didn’t, I’d lose control again.

I walked to the wardrobe and pulled one of Serena’s dresses from the rail. I brought it to her.

She took it in silence.

Without looking back, Iturned and stepped toward the window. The night sky stretched endlessly above, dark and cruel.

I didn’t look at her, but I listened to the quiet rustle of her dressing. I gave her the privacy she needed. The grace she deserved… until I lose that grace again.

“How will you compensate the tavern for breaking their statue?” she asked from behind me.

1turned slowly.

She stood in a fresh dress, the moonlight catching in her hair.

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She was beautiful, mine, no, yet not mine at all. And the moon goddess, she tied her fate to another as punishment. Just like she cursed me to not in my own agony.

“Everything in the room is mine,” I replied, voice low.

I stepped toward her, gently taking her hand, war–torn and calloused, not soft like a larly’s should be but still beautiful Still

hers.

I pulled her gently toward me. My gaze locked to hers. Her cheeks flushed red and She lowered her eyes.

“Let’s hurry back” She said softly but instead, I muttered.

“I’ll kill the man who spilled wine on you,”

She looked at me, stunned..

“No,” she said quickly. “It wasn’t his fault. I ran into him and He already apologized.”

“By trying to touch your body?”

“She stared again. Wonder in her expression. But this time her jaw hardened.

“You won’t be killing anyone for my sake, Lycan.”

My heart skipped a beat.

She patted the horse’s mane, offering it a small smile. Then she looked up at me and the smile vanished.

“Good night,” she said finally. Then she turned and walked into the Pack house without another glance.

Mairez sat alone at the long table, tense and restless.

“Where were you?” she asked, storming toward me. “Shouldn’t you leave word before disappearing? What if y family came for you while you were gone? What if

“You’re fine! Really? The full moon rises in two nights. You know what that means!”

your

mother’s

“I went to see her. 1 and

She turned her gare to me.

“Zephyrine?”

She searched my face, then asked slowly.

“You kissed her?”

I hesitated. Then looked away and exhaled.

“I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like a compulsion.”

Which one of them wanted her?” she asked again.

I looked at her. She meant the two beasts that lived in me.

“Both”

“Lycannar…”

“I want her, Mairez, I confessed, my voice low. “Her body. Her breath. Her soul. Everything”

She went quiet, recognizing the darkness in my gaze. She had seen this before.

Then she gave my hand a small, knowing squeeze.

“Maybe it’s lust,” she said. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been with anyone.”

“It’s not that,” I murmured. “I didn’t feel starved for intimacy… not until I saw her.”

Mairez said nothing. She looked at me, searching for something in my face.

I could feel the pull again. The compulsion. The ache and the memory of that drunk from the tavern came surging back.

I turned slowly toward the shadows at the edge of the hall, my voice low,

“Chantel. There’s someone you need to assassinate.”

“Lycan!” Mairez snapped. “You can’t just kill anyone who looks at her

“He touched her. He disrespected her. He dies. I’ll face her wrath later.” My voice dropped. “Any man who touches her.. dies.”

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