The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

Val, who takes notice of what I’m holding begins to panic as well. He’s moving harder now, trying to get

out of his restraints for the sake of his mate but its all pointless. If only they just talk. I wish Alpha

commands work on rogues, but they don’t. Their oath to their leader prevents them from doing it. An

oath involving black magic.

I grab her by the throat, momentarily paralyzing her by pinching her nerves and forcefully attach the

muzzle around her. She gagged, eyes brimming with tears as her mouth pried open.

“I typically hate doing this.”

I say, locking the hatch shut.

“-but I sometimes make an exception.”

A good three hours pass with my constant taunting. I took turns taking digs at Val and Fio, often using

their mate bond against them. Rogues don’t typically fear death. They do when it involves their mate.

I’ve threatened them with all the bad things I could think of. Of course, they’re all just threats. No

promises. I don’t really intend on having someone forcefully mark Fio nor am I planning on taking Val

for myself. I may hate them but I don’t f uck with the Moon Goddess’ gifts. I’ve had more than my fill of

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her unjustified wrath.

And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s not in my morals. Well, not that killing someone is moral, but hey,

it’s understandable this time round. I’m not a sa dist, after all. With one last laugh, I turn to the items on

the table and quickly push them back inside the duffle bag. They’ve served their purpose of a scare

tactic. The two were strong willed, I’ll give them that. Neither of them cracked when I asked questions.

“I guess I can’t use them today. To think I took my time taking them out, too.”

1 haul it over my shoulder with ease and head toward the door. Fio’s cries and whimpers along with

Val’s own sorrow mix together in a beautiful arrangement. My wolf purrs at their expense, loving, the

amount of satisfaction she got from that little episode. I could feel it in my veins, the

overwhelming pleasure it gave me seeing them suffer.

“Sleep well my dear rogues. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

And then, with the wave of my hand, I left.

I don’t remember how but I managed to find my way to the guest room I usually take in the mansion. I

felt drained emotionally and physically. As much as it was fun to do all that, it was also quite tiring to

play the villain for about three and a half hours straight. I sank into the bed, sighing ast 1 screwed my

eyes shut.

Was I doing the right thing?

Was revenge really the answer?

Would Bentley, Alpha Oliver, Lila-

1 grit down on my teeth and force myself to stop doubting it. Of course they wouldn’t be proud of what I

was doing, that’s just the kind of people they were. Alpha Oliver might be a little more accepting, but I

know they wouldn’t want me to build up my life with hatred. I know they would’ve wanted me to live

happily and freely

But the again, I can’t sate my thirst for revenge by doing that.

I’m not only doing th: for them anymore.

It also doing this for me

My desire to watch them suffer was my selfish wish.

My eyelids flutter shut. That’s right. I’d be doing this world a favor by getting rid of the rogues. There

was no denying that wolves’ lives would be better off without thinking of when the next rogue attack

would happen. Thinking of whether or not they’ll ever see the warriors being sent out to fight, again.

Everything would be in order and no one would ever have to suffer what I went through.

No one else will have to watch their happiness burn to the ground like I did.

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Turning over in bed, I hug the pillow tight against my chest.

Yes. This was the life I was accustomed to now. Even way back then, in Nightwake, I lay here alone.

I am completely and utterly alone.

My isolation, my only solace.

Hands touch me.

I feel strong, large hands running down the curve of my waist. Warm, slim fingers trailing gently over

every dip of my body before running up my chest. I feel my breathing quicken, my back arching up in

pleasure as his hands glide up my bare thigh. He played me like puppet, controlling every one of my

movements with the flick of his fingers. They caress everything; the skin just above my hip, the

smoothness of my back, the swell of my chest.

They leave lingering trails of heat wherever they go.

And then I suddenly feel lips.

Lips that graze over the skin of my neck, his warm, moist breath fanning over my flesh as he leaves

kisses up my jaw. I stop breathing when his hands slide up my nightgown. Their intent clear when. he

brushes the pads of fingers over the waistband of my underwear. He groans low in his throat. A s exy,

deep rumble that made me clench my legs in desire. His finger h o oked on the band of my underwear

and tugs down. Slowly, he pulls it off inch by inch until it’s left on the floor to be forgotten.

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