The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Zephyrine

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It’s been a long time since I last laced a pair of war boots, but strapping them tonight feels strangely easy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins is different. It is sharp, thrilling, and terrifying all at

once.

I straighten, pulling my hair into thick braids, and turn toward the exit, only for Dessyn to step in my way.

“You would kill your own family for a man?” she demands.

“Step aside.”

“Zephyr… you can’t do this. You’re choosing sides.”

Her words sting, but I swallow hard. If that’s what it means, then so be it.

“Then I stand with the Lycans. Now move.”

I push past her, storming down the hallway as every eye turns to me. Some wide with disbelief, others filled with fear.

The moment I step out into the open, I see Jurrek Bane waiting for me. He reads my face instantly; he knows I’ve made up my mind.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back, Jurrek,” I tell him quietly, walking past. “But whatever happens… stay out of it and

stay

safe.”

I move toward my spirit guard. Goosebumps rise over my skin at the sheer force of its presence, at the power radiating from Le Fey’s scaled body.

Then, as though it understands me, Le Fey lowers one massive wing, beckoning. An invitation. A request. I lower my hand to the hilt of my sword.

The gods help any warrior who dares to come at me tonight because I will spill blood.

For a heart–stopping second, I pause, searching for any trace of hesitation or doubt but I feel Nothing. Only silence and resolve.

The crowd that has gathered watches, stunned, as the runes across my arms begin to glow

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through the thin layers.

69. 69.

They should see. They should know who I belong to, and who belongs to me.

I step onto Le Fey’s wing, climb up to the scaled ridge, and balance over its head.

Then, with a thunderous roar, Le Fey launches into the air.

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The pack of Ash disappears beneath and behind us in seconds, and with effortless grace, we surge toward the Lycan Kingdom.

An hour passes since the warriors left and now, I reach the front lines. The warriors have already marched on. Goosebumps rise again as I fly over the empire, drawing every eye below.

It’s the sound that reaches me first, the war cry echoing through the night, and then I see them. Thousands of soldiers, just as Moon had warned. Ladders already raised against the Lycan walls.

Anger surges

in veins like fire. I send Le Fey forward, power blazing.

my

At another time, I might have hesitated but not tonight.

I summon my spirit guard to unleash ruin.

Le Fey’s roar rips through the sky. Every soldier below halts, staring upward in shock as fire bursts from his maw, hotter than any forge, searing men alive as they climb the walls.

The screams that follow aren’t Lycans, they’re werewolves. Warriors burned in their own greed.

I don’t stop there.

I drive Le Fey forward, commanding him to burn through the front lines. Rage blinds me to everything but the unfairness, the betrayal, and the scent of scorched flesh rises, thick and bitter in the air.

Then the arrows come.

A commander shouts orders, and Le Fey swerves as a storm of shafts cut through the air toward us. With one beat of his wings, he dives low, then retaliates, his flames consuming the archers where they stand.

I leap down from his wing, landing solidly on the ground as silence ripples through the battlefield.

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And then I move.

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The war strategist stands ahead, who once was so certain his plan is divine. Warriors rush to intercept me.

I draw my sword. They think I won’t strike.

They’re wrong.

The first man lunges and I slice his throat open. Blood splatters across my armor.

Stunned, more come at me, but they never reach. Le Fey descends with a roar that shakes the earth, incinerating them before they take another step.

A mounted commander charges, sword raised high. I sprint toward him, leaping at the last moment, my blade flashing. His head flies free, and I land perfectly on his horse.

I kick hard, urging it forward, but someone fire takes the horse’s hooves clean off. It crashes, sending me flying through the air, landing hard right where I wanted to be.

Face to face with Varyn.

He stands there, ready for destruction upon the Lycans.

His eyes widen in disbelief. I’ve never seen him look so pale, as if he’s seen a ghost.

“Zephyr…” he breathes.

“Go back,” I warn, my voice cold. “Go back, Varyn. I won’t hesitate to spill more blood.”

Before he can speak, I turn, climbing back onto Le Fey.

He surges upward, wings splitting the sky, then dives over the Lycan gates, landing in the courtyard with earth–shaking force.

The guards stand frozen, unsure whether to attack or bow.

“Open the gates,” I command, standing before it, my voice cutting through the smoke. “Now.”

They obey instantly.

The great metal gates of the Lycan Kingdom creak, then swing wide open like a challenge thrown into the wind.

If they want to kill the Lycans, they’ll have to come through me first.

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A single hand warrior rides forward from the enemy’s front line in anger.

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I recognize him even from afar. Railan, son of Lord Osmir of the Council. The same man who led the slaughter of the Ashmere camp.

Whatever illusion remained that Varyn fights for Father shatters completely as I see Railan riding beside him.

My jaw hardens.

Railan charges, sword high, confident in his strike.

I notch an arrow, draw, and release.

The arrow sings through the night and buries itself deep in his throat.

He gags once, eyes wide, then tumbles from his horse, dead before he hits the ground.

I draw another arrow, ready for whoever dares to follow.

But none move.

Not a single warrior takes a step.

Seconds pass. Then minutes.

Finally, after what feels like an hour of tense silence, a voice rings out across the field.

“Retreat!”

One by one, under my unflinching gaze, the warriors fall back.

The sky begins to lighten when the last of them disappears beyond the border of the Lycan Kingdom.

Only then do I let my shoulders drop, nausea twisting deep inside me.

I turn slowly, the weight of the night settling over me, to see the Lycans emerging from their homes, cautious, silent, eyes wide with awe.

Now they know what a woman in love is capable of.