Chapter 11
Roana finds herself surrounded by a pack of berserker rogues, controlled by Emily, an Omega wielding dark witchcraft that commands the beasts with ease. Despite the danger, Roana and her inner wolf, Rye, prepare to fight back. Rye, eager for battle, shifts into her powerful wolf form and swiftly takes down the rogues, freezing them with a commanding growl. Emily, once confident, now trembles in fear as her plan unravels.
Tensions escalate when Rye targets Emily, who is revealed to be pregnant, causing Roana to try to stop her. The confrontation is interrupted by Alexander, who steps in with his wolf Barry, trying to maintain control amidst the chaos. Roana demands Alexander to make Emily stop using the rogues to terrorize the villagers, but he insists Emily is just an Omega and powerless. The standoff intensifies until a new figure, Cassian, the Lycan king, arrives, asserting his authority and calming the situation with his commanding presence.
Cassian’s arrival shifts the power dynamic as he confronts Alexander and Emily. Alexander claims Roana is his wife and Luna, accusing her of unruly behavior and demanding she be taken home and punished. Roana defies him, revealing that she has divorced Alexander and refuses to be controlled. Cassian supports Roana’s claim, declaring that the marriage bond is severed due to Alexander’s actions and warning him to stay away from her. The chapter ends with Cassian firmly protecting Roana, asserting his dominance and promising severe consequences if Alexander crosses boundaries again.
Chapter 11
Roana’s heart thundered wildly against her ribs, each beat echoing like a drum in her ears. Around her, a pack of berserker rogues closed in, their snarls filling the tense air. Outside the house, Emily stood with a cruel smile twisting her lips, her eyes shimmering faintly with a golden hue that sent a chill down Roana’s spine. The rogues obeyed her every command without hesitation. Who was this woman, really? What dark power did she wield to bend these beasts to her will?
“Attack her! Why are you standing there wasting time?” Emily snapped sharply, her voice laced with impatience. The eerie glow in her eyes suggested she was using some kind of mind control, a sorcery Roana had only heard about in whispers before. Witchcraft—the age-old enemy of werewolves—had always been a distant threat, but seeing it wielded by an Omega was something else entirely.
Rye scoffed, stepping forward, her stance ready for battle. “Aren’t you being a little sexist? Why can’t Omegas use witchcraft too?” she challenged, her voice steady despite the danger.
I watched the rogues bearing down on me, their blood-red eyes glowing with unnatural obedience. “Tell me—do you want me to handle this, or will you?” I asked Rye, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.
Inside my mind, Rye growled, eager to take the fight. “Let me at them. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real battle.” Without hesitation, she began to shift.
The first crack of my bones forced me to my knees as heat surged through my body, spreading like wildfire beneath my skin. My nails dug into the earth, elongating into sharp claws. A feral snarl escaped my throat, twisting into a guttural growl as my jaw pushed forward, teeth sharpening into deadly fangs. My skin burned and split, silver fur erupting in waves as muscles and sinew reshaped themselves beneath. It was as if every fiber of my being shattered and rebuilt in the same breath.
When I lifted my head, Rye stood where I had been—on all fours, her golden eyes flashing fiercely beneath the orange glow of the setting sun. No longer prey—now, a predator.
With a commanding growl, Rye froze the entire pack of rogues in place. I rarely let her take over, but when I did, she was a force to be reckoned with. If I was a rare white whale, then Rye was the white beast beneath the waves, more beast than ordinary she-wolf. The only reason my parents hadn’t abandoned me was because of her.
“Let’s finish this,” Rye said with a smug grin. “Roana, count to a hundred for me p>
I rolled my eyes but complied, allowing my soul a moment of rest. Rye was strong, but I didn’t want her slipping into berserk mode—not with the villagers still asleep nearby. They had always been kind to me, and I couldn’t risk their safety.
As Rye tore through the rogues, claws slashing and fangs sinking deep, my gaze flickered to Emily, who now stood trembling in the corner of the building. Her once smug expression had vanished, replaced by sheer panic and terror.
A smirk tugged at my lips. Her plan had clearly failed. She hadn’t expected this white whale to fight back.
“Damn,” Rye hissed, sinking her teeth into a rogue’s neck and flinging it against a tree. “They’re like zombies—dying, but stubborn as hell p>
“They’re not stubborn,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “They’re being controlled by that woman. Who is she p>
Rye snarled, “Alexander’s mistress, I think. I smelled something foul from her earlier when she was barking orders like a mad dog.” Before I could react, Rye charged at Emily, who was cradling her swollen belly protectively.
“What are you doing?!” I shouted, trying to stop her, but Rye was beyond control.
“She’s the root of this,” Rye growled fiercely. “If I take her down, those beasts will be free p>
“No, Rye! She’s pregnant! We don’t hurt p>
My words were cut short as a large gray wolf suddenly stepped between us. His fur gleamed silver in the sunlight, teeth bared, eyes blazing with fierce brown intensity.
“Alexander,” Rye snarled, halting immediately.
Barry, Alexander’s wolf, grunted, poised to attack. The rogues Rye had taken down were rising again, still coming for us, their relentless footsteps echoing ominously.
“Roana! Stop your damn wolf!” Alexander’s voice thundered through the mind-link.
“Then make your mistress stop using those rogues to terrorize the villagers!” I snapped back, my blood boiling with rage.
“What are you saying? How could she stop them? She’s just an Omega!” Alexander protested.
“Yes. An Omega who knows witchcraft. If you don’t make her stop, I will!” I growled.
Rye shook the earth beneath us with a low growl, towering over Barry with a fierce, piercing stare. “Control that bitch, Barry. Your mistress is the real problem here p>
“Enough of this nonsense!” Alexander howled, lunging at me just as the rogues Rye had felled attacked from behind.
“Rye!” I screamed, urging her to retreat, but before either of us could move, a sharp gust of wind sliced through the chaos.
Rye shut her eyes, leaving us blind to what was happening. All I felt was a strong arm lifting her effortlessly, carrying her faster than she could run.
“Who gave you the right to fight in my territory, Alpha Alexander?” A cold, detached voice echoed across the battlefield. The rogues froze, and Rye finally opened her eyes.
She glanced at the powerful arm holding her like a child, then up at the man himself.
“Cassian?” Rye purred in recognition as the Lycan stood tall and commanding, radiating an aura of grace and dominance. His eyes burned a fierce red, like molten blood, locking onto Barry, who immediately faltered.
Behind him, a few patrol guards moved in, casting nets to restrain the wounded rogues.
“Your Majesty! What are you doing here?” Alexander’s face twisted with annoyance as he stepped back.
Rye allowed me to take over again. When I shifted back to my human form, I felt small and fragile compared to the towering Lycan. Cassian held me as if I weighed nothing.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re in my territory, especially in this village?” Cassian’s voice was calm but firm. Then, in a blink, he shifted from Lycan back to man. My heart sank—what if I had been too heavy for him?
Before I could protest or pull away, he hoisted me onto his shoulder like a child throwing a tantrum.
“What are you doing?” I asked, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Yet, he strode purposefully toward Alexander, whose furious glare was fixed on the way Cassian held me.
“Your Majesty! This is my wife and Luna, Roana,” Alexander declared, his voice sharp. “She’s been throwing tantrums and ran away from home. We are here to take her back p>
“Take her home?” Cassian tilted his head, his eyes darkening. “Is she a child to throw tantrums, Alpha Alexander p>
“Well, she’s more than a child,” Alexander snarled, sounding like my overbearing guardian. “She’s lost all sense of duty as Luna. Look at her—she just attacked a pregnant woman! How ruthless she’s become p>
“Please release her. I will take her home and make sure she stops this behavior. She must be punished for disturbing the peace here!” Alexander demanded.
“Punish me?” I scoffed, finally wrenching myself free from Cassian’s hold. “Alexander, aren’t you full of yourself?” I locked eyes with him, defiance burning in my gaze.
“Enough, Roana! This ends now. As Luna and soon-to-be mother of my child, you must learn how to behave!” he snapped.
“Mother?” Cassian’s sharp gaze shifted to me. “Are you pregnant?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“No!” I waved my hand quickly. “His mistress is the one who’s pregnant. And he wants me to adopt her child p>
Cassian’s expression darkened, dangerously so. His eyes flicked to the fragile woman standing behind Alexander.
“That’s not true, Your Majesty!” Emily spoke quickly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m just a surrogate for them. Alpha Alexander hired me. Luna Roana is upset about her infertility and blaming him for p>
“I’m not blind!” Cassian’s voice dropped to an icy calm. “I can see the mark on your wrist, Lady p>
Both Alexander and Emily paled at his words. Still, Alexander stepped forward, reaching for my hand.
“Enough of this! Let’s go home!” His irritation was palpable, and his scent thickened the air, suffocating and oppressive, as if trying to intimidate me into submission.
Pathetic.
“I already divorced you. Who are you to order me home?” I yanked my hand away. His disgusting scent might have once driven me mad with desire and submission, but now I loved myself too much to be anyone’s pathetic slave.
“So what? I haven’t signed the papers. Let’s go!” he snapped.
“That doesn’t matter!” I shot back. “As long as one spouse wants a divorce, the separation is valid p>
“Not in my pack, Roana. Here, I make the rules. And according to my rules, you’re coming home with me. Don’t make me force you!” He reached for my hand again, but before he could grab it, a scream tore from his throat.
“As soon as you mark another woman besides your spouse, the marriage bond is severed, Alpha Alexander,” Cassian said, gripping Alexander’s throat and lifting him effortlessly.
“In this territory, my word is law. From this moment on, Roana Milestones is no longer married to you p>
With a powerful throw, he slammed Alexander against the wall, then turned his gaze back to me.
“If you come near my mate again, Alpha Alexander,” he warned, eyes blazing, “you will see hell. A real one p>
The chapter closes on a fierce clash of wills and power, where Roana’s resilience and Rye’s ferocity shine through the chaos. Despite the overwhelming threat posed by Emily’s dark sorcery and Alexander’s domineering grip, Roana refuses to be subdued, standing firm in her newfound strength and autonomy. The emotional tension between duty, freedom, and self-love pulses through every confrontation, highlighting the struggle to reclaim identity amid betrayal and control.
Cassian’s intervention brings a turning point, a promise of protection and justice that shifts the balance of power. His decisive actions underscore the themes of loyalty and honor, offering Roana a beacon of hope in the storm. As the chapter ends, the lines between love, authority, and independence blur, leaving the promise of a new chapter where Roana’s voice will finally be heard and respected.
The next chapter promises a gripping escalation in the power struggle that has been simmering beneath the surface. With Cassian’s sudden and commanding intervention, the fragile balance between the characters is about to shatter, forcing Roana to confront not only external threats but the deep-rooted tensions within her own pack. The clash between authority and rebellion will test loyalties and reveal hidden layers of strength and vulnerability in unexpected ways.
Emotions will run high as Roana’s defiance against Alexander’s control ignites a fierce battle for her autonomy and identity. The arrival of Cassian, with his unwavering dominance and protective stance, adds a new dynamic that could either be a beacon of hope or another source of conflict. Meanwhile, the true nature of Emily’s role and the mysterious powers at play will continue to cast a shadow over the village, leaving readers eager to uncover the secrets that bind these characters together. The next chapter will challenge alliances and force choices that could change everything.
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