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He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: Today at 19:08

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y private study, the only room i

the corner, spitting out the f

he Sever

d by the ancient Council to sever a Fa

s, tapping them against t

Rowan to come home so w

ical lock on the front d

punching i

penetrable, designed to keep out anyone who did n

of high heels clicking against the

of the stud

tanding in m

ess, and the sour, wild stench of a Rogue

running her fingers over the expen

to look at me. "A bit gloomy, th

act hidden behind my b

in here?" I deman

ed, a high,

passcode months ago-for emergencies, he said. I suppo

mach d

e place I had lived for five years was not mine

entire territory was covered

get out," I said, refus

eaching into her

e plastic stick and tossed i

was practically vibrating with the mag

d nail against the glass. "I have bathed in rare Alpha-musk herbs and consumed masking draughts.

ed, her arms crossed in a posture of in

physical blow, knocking

cannot even survive a simple breeding

lpha the pureblood

stick. I willed my head to turn, to look away, but the

oice steady. "A pup born to a Rogue witho

es narrowed

She knew I grew up as an outcast,

. "I know how hard it is for a pup with no Pack protection. Th

etic childhood crying in the snow. Do you really think

h, and the room, with all its fine furnishings

had to

ret I had only shared with him in the dark of t

door burst

his eyes wide with panic as he saw

here?" he yelled, rushing fo

ately changed

d, replaced by a trembling

nd Rowan's neck, pressi

said our baby would be torn apart

nd her waist protectively,

you say such a th

ning, in the hotel, you said this child would change everything. You require an

fell de

ing of color. He looked at

day mo

having my life essence ripped from my bod

promising my title to

wan stammered, gently pushing Sere

move. I di

t absolute, cryst

nd my back and threw them onto the glass cof

id, my voice cutting thr

bearing the full weight of his

the mate bond. And I am taking h

He had expected the docile Omega who had spent five years absorbing his neglect in silence. What he got instead

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He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate
He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate
“I lay on the cold steel operating table, enduring the agonizing Bloodline Breeding Ritual without anesthesia. As a supposedly weak Omega, having my life essence extracted was the only way to give my Alpha mate, Rowan, a pureblood heir. The Healer warned that my essence would expire in twenty-four hours if Rowan didn't inject his blood into it. But my mind-link was blocked, and I waited in the empty clinic all night. When he finally showed up twenty-five hours later, he casually dismissed my suffering and told me we would just do the ritual again next month. He reeked of cheap floral perfume, a scent belonging to his former rogue lover, Serena. Soon after, Serena barged into my home using a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a positive pregnancy test onto my coffee table. She sneered that she was carrying his heir, mocking the childhood trauma I had only ever confided in my husband. Rowan panicked, but instead of defending me, he proposed a vile compromise. "We will take the pup and raise it as our own. You will remain the Luna, and no one needs to know." I had sacrificed the marrow of my bones for this man, while he was in a hotel bed promising my title to a rogue. Looking at his terrified, cowardly face, I didn't cry or beg. I pulled out a thick stack of papers and threw them onto the table. "I want a complete severance of the mate bond. And I am taking half of this territory's wealth."”