The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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I hadn’t slept until dawn, my heart still reeling from what had happened between him and me. Lycannar had been furious when I warned him, and he’d left without a word.

When I finally opened my eyes, it was already morning, yet I lay there, staring into the blank space, wondering how I could possibly keep myself together with everything closing in on me. The sound of footsteps rushing toward the chamber snapped me from my thoughts.

Slowly, I turned toward the door just as it flew open. Luna Tahlia appeared in the hallway, horror written all over her face.

“I can’t find my mother or Young Black.”

“What?!”

I bolted upright from the bed and rushed past her, flinging open the doors of every chamber. Empty. No one was in the house except Luna Tahlia and me.

“Can you feel Young Black’s energy? Where is it?” I demanded when we met again in the living room.

She turned away swiftly, trying to connect to her son. When her eyes snapped back to me, her face had gone pale.

*I can feel his energy… in Blackbridge Pack. Are they going to execute him now?”

I didn’t waste another breath. I rushed out. I tied my hair back, ready to use my speed just as a carriage rolled Luna Tahlia was already on it.

“Get in!”

up

behind us.

I obeyed instantly, and in no time, we were pulling into Blackbridge’s courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered.

What I saw froze my blood.

Olga, Luna Tahlia’s elderly mother, was on her knees in the dirt, trying to plead for her daughter’s and grandson’s lives. In return, they spat on her, calling her “mother of a whore” and “grandmother of a bastard.”

Luna Tahlia jumped from the carriage to shield her mother, but she, too, was struck.

Anger boiled in my chest. My gaze slid to Kaela, standing there with her father, smiling in triumph. In just a few days, they had managed to ruin not just one life, but several.

I sat in the carriage for a heartbeat, deciding where to move first, when Kaela’s voice cut through the crowd like a whip.

“Pack members of Blackbridge! Do not hurt or spit on your former Luna. Though what she did was despicable, thanks to her… you will now have a competent Alpha.”

A cheer rose through the crowd.

Kaela stepped forward, towering over Luna Tahlia as though she were some god of justice.

“You will pay for all your evils,” she declared coldly. “And if you do so willingly, perhaps we’ll grant your son mercy.”

It was the kind of cruel choice meant to shatter a person. Luna Tahlia’s dignity broke in an instant and she crouched at Kaela’s feet, begging for her child’s life.

Kaela’s smile was triumphant.

9:30 PM p p.

“The Luna of this pack has been framed. And I can prove it.”

“Not while I live.”

“Then die,” Yadev said, stepping forward. The sheer weight of his presence pressed against me, enough to make most people flinch. “You can’t save them. Go on, die.”

I smirked. He had just opened the door for me.

“How about I die honorably in a duel?” I proposed, stunning everyone present. “Bring your best warrior, set the date and time, and have your scroll ready.”

I moved closer, placing myself between them and Luna Tahlia.

“Your best warrior against me, in the arena, to the death. If he wins, you get what you want. If I win…”

“You get all you wanted,” Yadev finished for me, his tone dripping with contempt. “The throne, and her name cleared. But a rogue like you wouldn’t know the first thing about the battlefield. Maybe the bed…”

The insult was meant to brand me a whore. I gave him a small nod.

“Since you want to die early by the Lycan King’s sword, I won’t stop you from calling me a slut,” I replied, my voice like ice, “But pick the date, pick the time, and make sure the right audience is watching because the innocent widow you shamed will walk away proven right.”

Tension thickened until Young Black suddenly burst from the building and threw himself into his mother’s arms. Relief cut through the air.

I guided them both to the carriage, and we rolled away from the pack’s gates.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a brief moment. Maybe it was time to take up a blade again.

Maybe it was time to shed blood.

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