The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 567

The Rogue Is A Female Alpha

Chapter 567

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“Is she okay?” The question came softly from the doorway, laced with genuine worry.

Cupid and I turned in unison to see Desmond standing there, broad frame filling the space, his usually stoic eyes fixed on me with uncharacteristic concern.

Cupid’s gaze flicked back to mine, searching, that familiar flicker of protective fear dancing in the depths of his dark eyes.

I nodded quickly, offering a small, reassuring smile despite the lingering chill in my veins.

“I’m fine,” I said softly, though my voice still carried a faint tremor. “I just… feel some energy sometimes. Like echoes.”

I pulled away gently and stepped into the dimly lit hall, only to find the elderly woman who’d let us in standing a few paces away, watching us with wide, frightened eyes.

Our gazes locked, and I swallowed hard, reading the terror etched across her lined face.

“We know it wasn’t the housekeeper who killed your boss,” I said gently, keeping my tone steady.

Her face drained of what little color it had left. She rubbed her wrinkled hands together anxiously, and the tears she’d been holding back spilled over in silent streams down her cheeks.

“My sister would never kill Mr. Krates,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He was our savior, gave us work, a home, dignity. She’s only confessing because she’s under unbearable pressure.”

I crossed the short distance and took her cold, trembling hands in mine, squeezing gently.

“Pressure from who? What happened?”

She glanced nervously toward the darkened windows, as if expecting shadows to move.

“A few days ago, we woke to find a package on the doorstep. No note at first, just… horror.”

“Did you report it to H.O.W.L.?”

“We dared not,” she said, shaking her head vehemently. “The one who delivered it stated a clear message.”

“Can I see it?”

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She hesitated, eyes darting between me, Cupid, and Desmond, but finally nodded.

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She led us down another narrow hallway, past closed doors that carried the faint scent of age and sorrow.

My gaze snagged briefly on one locked bedroom door, faded crayon drawings taped to the wall beside it, childlike scribbles of wolves and moons. I looked away, heart twisting, and continued following her.

She stopped at a small storage closet and pulled out a plain cardboard box, handling it like it burned her skin.

She met my eyes one last time, a silent warning to brace myself, then lifted the lid.

The metallic tang of old blood hit me first. Inside lay a severed finger. pale, bloated, the nail cracked and bloody nestled beside a folded letter stained with dark smears.

I took an involuntary step back, my spine colliding with Cupid’s solid chest. His hands settled on my waist instantly tender, protective, grounding me as the world tilted.

He leaned forward without hesitation, peering into the box with no visible flinch, as if gruesome deliveries were just another part of his shadowed world.

“Cupid…” I breathed, voice barely audible.

He reached past me, plucking the letter free with steady gloved covered fingers. Unfolding it, he scanned the contents quickly. A soft, disgusted sigh escaped his lips.

“It’s a threat,” he said, voice low and edged with fury. “Classic cowardice. They forced the housekeeper to confess or they’d do worse to the rest of the family.”

I exhaled shakily, mind racing to connect the fraying threads, when the woman’s voice broke through again, trembling but urgent.

“We’d already gone to bed that night when we heard noises from Mr. Krates‘ study. He often went there late to call his sons. By the time we rushed in… he was already gone. The authorities came quickly, and it didn’t take long for Marlik Rogue to be arrested. It felt wrong, but we thought… maybe it would bring peace.”

“Maybe you should have told the truth from the start,” Cupid said, anger sharpening his tone, “before things got this ugly.”

I placed a calming hand on his arm, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. I knew this hit close. Marlik’s unjust suffering burned him deeply.

Turning back to the woman, I softened my voice.

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“Mr. Lins had a child, didn’t he?”

“Oh… Kim?” She waved a hand dismissively, though sadness lingered in her eyes. “Yes, a son. He was studying far away when it happened. Mr. Krates spoke to him every night from the study after work. Poor Kim… he must have heard his father being attacked over the phone.”

“What?”

“Mr Krates calls his son every night. He was on call when he died.”

I swallowed hard, nodding as the horror sank in. “Where is Kim now?”

She shook her head sadly. “In an asylum. He never recovered. Came home for the funeral, but he was never the same. Four years ago, he… lost himself completely. We had to commit him. Doctor Catina has been kind, offering free care.”

The name struck like lightning. I froze, every nerve ending sparking.

“Wait… did you say Doctor Catina?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied, surprised by my sudden intensity. “She arrived about four years ago, offered charity care when Kim started… acting strange. Then recommended the asylum.”

Goosebumps erupted violently across my skin. Heart pounding, I yanked out my phone, fingers flying across the screen to pull up the photo. The one I’d saved from my visit to Doctor Catina’s Clinic. I turned the screen toward her.

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