The Rogue King's Surrogate novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

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“What about the guards? Where are the guards?” Emery mumbled as she grabbed the gun from the drawer. Then she checked the magazine.

The bullets glinted in the low light, their silver tips catching her attention. Logan had once told her silver could wound a werewolf, slow them down, but not always kill. That didn’t make them useless. At least she had something.

She crouched against the wall, the gun firm in her grip. She wasn’t an expert, but she knew how to handle one. Shooting was a skill she had learned long ago, and accuracy had always been her strength. Her breathing steadied as she listened, straining to catch anything beyond the blaring alarm. Sadly, there was nothing. No footsteps, no voices, only the shrill sound echoing through the house.

Then suddenly, a knock rattled the door. She froze, tightening her hold on the gun. Then came a voice.

“Emery, it’s me,” Sebastian called. “Logan asked me to take you back to the villa.”

Her body stayed rigid, suspicion clawing at her. Slowly, she tucked the gun behind her waistband, hidden beneath the hem of her blouse. The cold metal pressed against her back, the weight uncomfortable but reassuring.

Only then did she exhale, force her muscles to loosen, and move toward the door. She opened it, relief mixing with wariness when she saw Sebastian standing there.

“Where’s Logan?” she asked immediately.

“Rogues broke through the resort’s defenses,” Sebastian said. “He’s dealing with them.”

Emery nodded, her grip tightening on the doorframe. “Are there neighborhoods nearby?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s too secluded for that. We’ll be clear once we reach the car.”

He gestured down the hall. “Come. It’s waiting.”

As they walked, Sebastian glanced at her. “I’m sorry this ruined your small retreat.”

“It’s fine,” Emery answered, her voice flat. “I didn’t want to stay here anyway?”

He studied her briefly, then asked, “Is this about Gene YL?”

Her jaw clenched. She nodded. “I’m sure Logan already told you about my mother.”

Sebastian gave a short nod. “We tried, but we couldn’t find anything about her. No records, no traces.”

Emery sighed, the weight of it pressing down. “There’s nothing I can do. My father’s in a coma, and my mother… I don’t even know who she really was.”

“The supernatural world has many secrets. Some are buried for centuries. But remember this, the greatest threat has always been humans. You have to be more careful around them.”

Emery nodded. She could understand why the supernatural would think humans are a threat despite their weak physique,

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Chapter 114

They reached the parking lot. The car sat waiting, its engine running. Sebastian opened the back door for her.

Emery slid inside, sinking into the seat. She pulled out her phone, thumb hovering over the screen before she typed out a short message to Logan. Sebastian’s taking me back to the villa.

She let out a long breath, her shoulders finally dropping as the car pulled away from the resort.

Sebastian caught her gaze through the rearview mirror. “Don’t worry about it. In this world, everyone leaves traces. No one can exist without leaving something behind. Sooner or later, we’ll uncover something. You should trust Logan. He is doing his best.”

Emery leaned back against the seat, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. “I hope so too.”

The hum of the engine filled the silence, steady and almost calming, until it wasn’t.

A deafening crash erupted from the front, the kind of impact that shook bone. Something massive slammed into their car head–on. Metal screamed against metal, glass cracked, and the entire vehicle jerked violently to the side. Emery’s body lurched forward, but the seatbelt yanked her back in time. Pain shot across her chest where the strap dug in, but her stomach was safe. Instinctively, both arms flew across it, shielding the baby even as her ears rang.

The car skidded sideways, tires screeching against the pavement, before slamming into a solid barrier. The jolt sent her head snapping forward, and the seatbelt cut into her shoulder. Stars burst across her vision. Dizziness swallowed her as

the world tilted and spun.

She gasped, her palm pressing against the small of her back. The gun’s sharp edge had dug into her, the cold steel leaving a sting. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.

When her vision cleared enough to focus, she saw Sebastian slumped against the driver’s seat, head tilted unnaturally, blood trickling from his temple. He wasn’t moving.

Her pulse roared in her ears. Then came the sound that made her stomach drop, a guttural growl, low and rumbling, rolling through the wreckage like a warning.

Her grip tightened around the seatbelt buckle. There wasn’t time to think. No room for panic. She forced herself to breathe, to steady her hands despite the dizziness, Slowly, she reached behind her, fingers brushing the gun. The metal bit into her bruised skin as she pulled it free.

Instead of raising it, Emery pressed it flat against her thigh, keeping it hidden from view. She let her body go slack, her head lolling to the side as though the crash had knocked her out cold.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She forced her breathing to shallow, uneven, mimicking unconsciousness. Every nerve in her body screamed to move, but she held still, waiting, the growl growing closer with every step that crunched against broken glass.

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