The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Zephyrine

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It was a cold night, the wind whistling past, dry leaves rustling under my steps as I made my way toward White Pack on foot, the chest clutched tightly in my hands.

I didn’t bother using my speed. I didn’t hurry. I felt… empty.

The fact that Nyroth still refused to break the bond, and the knowledge that Lycannar would never stop chasing me, made my chest heavy. And yet, here I was, heading toward another man, Moon, who would do anything to have me.

Tonight, I would visit the memorial hall. I would pay my respects to my parents. I would ask them for strength and guidance, because for the first time in five years, I was about to do what they had taught me best. Fight for justice. Fight for peace.

As I continued walking, a sudden warmth pressed against my back. A familiar presence. The feeling of being watched. Followed

I stopped and turned, and there he was.

Lycannar Blood.

He walked with his horse at his side, his long strides perfectly in sync with the beast.

When I stopped, I expected him to come to me. But he didn’t. He stopped where he was, watching me from a distance.

I sighed. He had probably heard about my duel. No doubt he was furious, just as Nyroth was.

I turned away and resumed walking. Behind me, his footsteps resumed too.

He didn’t try to overtake me. Didn’t close the distance. He just followed. Silently. Patiently.

And with every step, that heavy emptiness in me began to fade. A strange warmth spread in my chest, knowing he was behind me, his eyes fixed on me.

It made me feel… safe.

When we reached the gates of White Pack, I turned. Our eyes locked for a brief moment. His face was unreadable, distant, mysterious. Then, without a word, he turned away as if to leave.

That surprised me.

“Wait,” I called, frowning. He paused, looking at me for only a few seconds before turning away again.

“Lycannar!”

He didn’t answer. I moved quickly, blocking his path, breathless.

“How dare you come into my night like this and think you can just walk away? Do I mean nothing to you?”

“Speak for yourself,” he murmured.

I searched his eyes. And then, unexpectedly, I smiled.

“You’re mad at me?”

He tried to bypass me. I blocked him again, leaning closer with a teasing smile.

“You’re mad because I issued a duel, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

I sighed.

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“Fine. Will you come with me to the memorial hall? I want to see my parents.”

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For a long moment, silence hung between us. I thought of Nyroth, how easily he would have rejected such a request. My heart thudded as I waited for Lycannar’s answer.

Instead of speaking, he stepped past me, walking toward the White Pack gate. He stood there in his usual place, waiting.

Waiting for me and I know why. He’s waiting for me to go in and change up.

Emotion welled up unexpectedly, warming my chest.

Lycannar… is a perfect, imperfect man. I didn’t know how to deal with myself.

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The sky rumbled overhead when Lycannar brought his powerful horse to a halt before the memorial hall.

“Lycannar…”

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“I killed that Alpha. Any duel, any fight, that should be mine, not yours. I don’t want you cleaning up my mess.”

My heart sank. So it was about the duel.

“I can take care of myself.”

“With your rusty moves?” he asked bluntly.

“What?”

“That rogue will fight hard. Can you?”

His eyes locked on mine. I froze. He knew something. But how?

“I know you’re a warrior,” he said. My knees almost buckled.

“How?”

He took my hand, his thumb brushing over my skin.

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“I know a warrior’s hands when I feel them. The calluses, they’re not from chores or hardship. They’re from training. Real training.”

He pulled me into his arms, and I let him.

“If you want to win against that rogue,” he murmured, “come to my grounds. Spar with me. I’ll teach you new moves.”

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