THE ALPHA'S CURSED MATE

Chapter 11 – Rogue Invasion

The first attack came before dawn.

I woke to the sound of shattering glass and shouts from the clearing. Rylan was already up, yanking on his boots, eyes sharp.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

I followed him anyway. The pack house was chaos — wolves fighting in a blur of fur and blood, rogues pouring through the gates.

I saw Darius at the center, his pale eyes finding me instantly. He grinned, even as he tore through one of Rylan’s wolves.

“This is just the beginning,” he called over the noise. “The prophecy’s mine, girl!”

Before I could move, a rogue slammed into me. We hit the ground hard, claws scraping against my arms. Something inside me snapped. My wolf surged forward, taking over.

When I came back to myself, the rogue lay lifeless at my feet, its neck broken. Blood dripped from my hands.

Rylan’s golden eyes found me through the chaos — and for the first time, I wasn’t sure if he was proud… or afraid.

The sounds of snarls and growls filled the cold air, broken glass crunching beneath frantic paws. The pack scrambled to defend their territory, but the rogues were ruthless—organized and vicious like a pack of wild wolves with nothing to lose.

Rylan moved like a storm, powerful and precise, his wolf form weaving through the enemy with lethal grace. I wanted to fight by his side, but the fear twisting in my gut made my limbs tremble.

Then Darius’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and mocking. “The prophecy belongs to me,” he snarled, eyes blazing with cruel triumph.

My gaze locked on his pale eyes, and something inside me ignited — a fierce, primal fury I hadn’t known I possessed. Before I could think, my wolf surged forward, instincts taking control.

Claws raked, teeth snapped, and the world blurred around me. When the battle slowed, the rogue lay lifeless at my feet, blood dripping from my hands, warm and terrifying.

Rylan appeared at my side, his golden eyes searching mine — a storm of emotions raging in his gaze. Pride? Fear? Something deeper I couldn’t yet name.

“We need to fall back,” he commanded, his voice steady but urgent. “They’ll regroup. This fight isn’t over.”

I nodded, heart pounding — the line between hunter and hunted thinner than ever.

As we retreated, the weight of the curse and the bond pressed down on me. I was no longer just Ayla. I was marked, hunted, and caught in a war far bigger than I ever imagined..