The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293

Nyroth

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“It’s a simple task,” he had said. “You go in there as though you’re delivering the food supplies. Once you’re inside, the warriors will guide you. Take his sisters, the two of them, and deliver them to me. With that leverage, we will win this war.”

I would not deny it. Varyn Ashmere was a cunning man, sharp–tongued and dangerously persuasive.

A man like him was the worst kind of enemy to make. But since Apex was his enemy and not I, then all was well.

That night, I arrived at the Lycans‘ massive gate, and even I could not help but marvel at the grandeur towering before me.

I had come with five Ashmere warriors disguised in cloaks, riding in the carriage with me. Traders delivering food, that was the pretense.

Everything had gone exactly as Varyn had planned. Zephyrine had spoken of Apex’s weakness. Dessyn had whispered it to Varyn. And now, Varyn had laid the task on me to deliver Apex’s sisters to him. The reward? Zeph, gifted to me as wife.

And so I sat there wondering who truly was the greater fool for love? Dessyn, betraying her best friend? Zeph, bedding her father’s killer? Or me, walking into the heart of a kingdom to steal its princesses on the word of a calculating man?

My thoughts were broken by the carriage halting at the gates. The sound of the wheels rolling to silence pressed against my ears.

The last time I had come here, the kingdom was alive, laughter ringing, people thriving. Now, with their supplies destroyed by the fall of the tower, desperation hung in the air. That, and only that, was the reason I would be allowed in.

One of the Ashmere warriors stepped forward, cloak pulled tight, and hammered on the gate.

And then a voice from within.

“Open the gate. It’s Zephyrine.”

I froze. That voice… I knew it. One of the princesses.

A wicked smile tugged at my lips. For her to be outside at this hour meant only one thing.

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The massive gates groaned open, and our carriage rolled in and There they were, the princesses themselves, both of them, waiting in the torchlit yard.

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They were expecting Zeph to step down. But instead, cloaked warriors leapt out, blades flashing in the dark.

The first strike came swift, aimed straight at them. A guard lunged, intercepting, steel clashing with steel, the sound cracking through the silence of the kingdom.

At once, the peace shattered.

I did not move from the carriage. I preferred to watch. To see how they would scramble to escape. My gaze drank them in, their beauty, their innocence. Perfect prey.

“What’s happening?” the younger one, Serena, not the healer asked, her voice trembling.

No answer came. Only another attack. A warrior’s blade slashed down, but another guard stepped in, taking the blow.

The steel cut deep, splitting his neck, blood spraying hot across the stones. He collapsed dead at the princesses‘ feet. They went pale, horrified.

“We’ve come to take you to Ash Pack!” one of the warriors roared. “Varyn Ashmere demands

for your brother’s sins with your shame!” you pay

He raised his blade toward them, and they froze, terror–struck, unable to even move.

The sword came down.

And then an intervention. One I had not foreseen.

The strike was stopped mid–arc. Steel rang, sparks bursting into the night. In the blink of an eye, blood sprayed again, but this time it was Ashmere blood.

The warrior fell lifeless at the feet of another.

I stiffened, my heart jolting. Slowly, I looked up. The curtain of the carriage shifted, and I saw him. That same bodyguard, the one who had cut down the Rogue Alpha on the day of Apex’s coronation.

Chantel.

Even from where I sat, I recoiled. I had seen enough of his skill to know what his presence

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meant. For him to draw blood here… laying hands on the princesses was a sin Apex would never forgive.

“Chantel…” one of the princesses breathed, her voice trembling.

He turned. Serena clutched her hand, crimson spilling from a deep wound where a blade had cut her. His face shifted, horror flashing, and then came rage. A raw, unbridled rage that broke him open.

Without hesitation, he surged at the four remaining Ashmere warriors. Steel clashed. Bodies slammed. In mere moments, two more were dead, their blood staining the stones.

But then, they rallied. They came at him as one, cornering him, overwhelming him. And in that chaos, one warrior snatched Serena by the throat, pressing a blade against her neck.

“Drop your sword!” he bellowed, his voice wild, shaking with disbelief. Three of his brothers already dead. “Now, or she dies!”

Chantel stilled. Ominous. Silent. His sword slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground.

By now, we had an audience. People had gathered, their horrified whispers carrying on the cold air. The kingdom watched as blood soaked their stones.

“Let her go!” Princess Mearez cried, her voice breaking, torn between

The warrior sneered.

anger and pleading.

“We were ordered to take two of you so you can be raped and disgraced. But since this cur has slain three of us, we’ll take a life instead. This one’s blood will pay…”

His words ended in fire.

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