The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685

3 shook her head, trembling so hard felt it in my bones.

Hayched

“We had it planned for tomorrow. We found the most beautiful, peaceful neighborhood, only a few blocks from Mother’s healing home. I was going to go with them, sign the papers, enroll the triplets in a new school so he couldn’t track them down. We had everything ready, Cupid.

“Everything. And then… they fought. He saw the house photos, realized we were really leaving for good. He lost it. Slammed her head against the wall. She bled out before the ambulance could get there. She’s an omega, her wolf couldn’t fight long enough. And it’s my fault because I didn’t push harder, didn’t force

them out sooner…

I closed the distance again, pulling her back into my chest before the spiral could swallow her whole. My arms locked around her, one hand stroking slow circles down her spine.

“It’s not your fault,” I murmured into her hair. “None of it. You did everything you could, more than anyone else would have. You fought for them when no one else did. This is on him. Not you. Never you.”

We stood like that for long minutes, her tears soaking my bare skin, my heartbeat trying to steady hers until the worst of the shaking eased.

She pulled back slowly, eyes searching mine, still glassy but clearer now.

“I should

get

back to the hospital,” she said quietly. “Dove’s admitted. I need to bring her some clothes.”

She moved toward the bedroom. I followed.

In the closet she pulled out soft dresses, leggings, a warm cardigan, things that would feel like comfort instead of hospital scratch.

She folded them with careful hands, placed them in a small duffel, zipped it shut. Then she turned, bag in hand, and looked at me with something new in her expression, something heavy and searching.

“Is Marlik a good person?”

The question caught me off guard.

Why now? Of all the nights, why him?

But her eyes were serious, deadly serious and she waited.

I nodded once. Slow. Certain.

“He is.”

dilib

She sniffed, shaky, then reached into the side pocket of her bag and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. She extended it to me without a word.

I took it. Unfolded it.

Lab results. Pregnancy panel. Positive. Several weeks..

My face drained of color. The room tilted for half a heartbeat.

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De rrunested an abortion, Snow said quietly. “Castle Healthcare won’t allow it, illegal under pack law. but i know her. She’ll find a way. Back-alley. Underground. Anything. My brothers might not stop her once they know who the father is.”

“Why?” The word came out rough. “Marlik isn’t worthy?”

She shook her head, exhausted.

“Because he doesn’t look like the kind of man who stays. Who wants a wife. A family. Who’s responsible in that way.” She swallowed hard.

“It’s going to be impossible for me to convince them otherwise. I’ve met his family. I know who he really is. Kind, loyal, protective. But they only see the rogue.

“Dove also only see the one-night stand. She heard him say something that the night, something casual,

careless and she believed it.

“She thinks that’s all it was to him. The pup will be gone before it even has a heartbeat.”

She slung the bag over her shoulder, and headed for the door.

I took it from her without asking, carried it to her car, placed it gently in the backseat, opened the driver’s door for her.

She paused before sliding in, turning to search my face with those storm-gray eyes.

“You should talk to Marlik.” she said softly. “He listens to you better than anyone. If he wants the he’s willing to fight for it… then he needs to show up at Castle Healthcare.

pup… if

“As long as he proves he’s serious, really serious, I believe my human family will approve guardianship. They’ll let it happen.”

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Chapter 690

Cupid

The night air carried the faint scent of rain-soaked earth and distant salt from the lagoon as I stepped out of the car.

The compound loomed ahead quietly, watchful The kind of silence that only comes after too much noise has been endured.

I never thought I’d be here tonight. Not this soon. Not with this weight pressing down on my chest like a stone I couldn’t shift.

Mother’s anger still burned behind my eyes. Quiet, disappointed, the worst kind.

Marlik’s fury simmered beneath his calm, too. But he needed to hear this first. Before anyone else. Before decisions hardened into irreversible choices.

Ramin met me at the gate with a silent bow, eyes lowered in the old way, respect faixed with something heavier tonight. I nodded once and moved past him, boots soft on the stone path leading to the main house.

The living room was dark. No flicker of the television. No low murmur of news anchors dissecting Feroz Alpha’s death sentence.

The man was gone from the screens now, condemned, caged, waiting for the end. There was no point in watching anymore. The war was over. Or so it seemed.

I climbed the stairs slowly, each step measured, deliberate. At Yasmin’s door I paused, then eased it open.

She slept curled on her side, breathing soft and even, lashes dark against pale cheeks.

Moonlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains and painted silver across her hair. I crossed the room without sound, reached down, and gently tugged the blanket higher over her shoulder.

She stirred, just a sigh, a small shift then settled again, deeper into dreams.

I lingered a moment longer than I should have, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the peace she wore like armor when the world wasn’t looking. God, I loved her. Fiercely. Protectively. In ways that made my throat close.

Then my gaze caught on something peeking from beneath the bed, corners of paper, edges curled,

Curiosity tugged. I knelt, careful not to wake her, and drew one sheet free.

A drawing.

Yasmin had started sketching again. The realization brought a small, involuntary smile to my lips until I unfolded the page fully.

Desmond.

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His Tee stared back at me, rendered in carefa! pencil strekes, every line precise, every shadow deliberate.

The tilt of his jaw, the quiet intensity in his eyes. Captured from memory. From that single visit.

The smile died on my face.

I reached for the second sheet, heart already sinking.

Another Desmond. Also unaware like the first one, only Closer this time, shoulders, the curve of his neck, the way his hair fell when he looked down. At the bottom, in her small, neat handwriting.

A man within reach but can never have.

The words landed like a blade between ribs.

I stared at the page until the lines blurred. Swallowed once. Hard.

Impossible.

No. Not him. Not Desmond. Not my sister.

Marlik could never know. Not tonight. Not ever, if I could help it.

I slid both drawings back exactly where I’d found them, smoothed the blanket once more, and slipped out. The door closed with a whisper-soft click.

Marlik’s room was at the end of the hall. I pushed the door open without knocking.

He wasn’t asleep.

He sat up in bed, back against the headboard, staring into the middle distance, eyes unfocused, jaw set.

The lamp on the nightstand cast long shadows across his face, sharpening the hollows beneath his cheekbones.

I closed the door behind me. Crossed to the bed. Sat on the edge.

“You’re not sleeping,” I said quietly.

He didn’t look at me. Not at first.

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