The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Lycannar

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Silence consumed the whole hall, and here, in the steel chamber, it pressed harder. I had waited for it to happen, waited patiently… and waited, and waited, until nothing happened at all.

No shift. No agony tearing through me like it always did every full moon.

Now, after three nights bound in chains and isolation, I began to believe it, perhaps the curse was finally broken.

No more unwanted shifts beneath the moonlight.

No more pain from mirrors.

No more rules.

I was here. Free.

“Chantel?” I called softly into the silence. It stretched, seconds folding into minutes, until I heard the locks turning, first door, second, third, fourth, and then a pause.

I could feel him behind it, standing still. I knew he was there, waiting.

“Apex?” he called, voice low. I looked toward the door without answering for a moment. The only one who rarely spoke to anyone except me, bound to me, loyal to a fault.

“Open the door,” I said.

He obeyed, cautious as always. The door creaked open, and he stood in the frame, looking at me for what felt like an eternity. His gaze roamed over me, down my body, and back to my face.

“You didn’t… shift?” he asked finally.

“My arms hurt,” I muttered, tired. “They’ve been stretched out for too long. Take off the shackles.”

He hesitated, eyes searching mine, unsure if it was safe.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

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I understood his fear. If he freed me now, I could easily pounce and rip him apart.

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“I’m fine,” I murmured. Then I asked softly, “How about Zephyrine? It’s her first full moon here with me. She must be worried.”

The moment I mentioned her name, Chantel’s doubt vanished. He moved quickly, unlocking each shackle until they clattered to the floor. I rubbed at my sore wrists and stepped out.

I expected to see my sisters in the dining hall, waiting as usual, but it was empty. The silence felt heavier than it should. I made my way to my father’s chamber, pushing the door open quietly.

He was asleep. My mother sat beside him, tending gently. When she noticed me, she rose and stepped into the hall, her eyes scanning me in disbelief.

“You didn’t shift?”

I swallowed, sighing.

“No. I didn’t. I’ve been feeling… different lately. I think the curse is broken.”

She stood there for a long time, just watching. Then her gaze lowered, and I sensed something

was wrong.

“You should check on your brother and sisters,” she said finally.

A warning. My heart clenched. Something terrible must have happened while I was confined. I turned to go, but her voice stopped me.

“Lycannar?”

I turned back slowly.

“You’ve punished him enough,” she said softly. “Turning into what he never expected you to become, that’s revenge enough. Maybe it’s time to bring his ashes home, where he belongs. You proved him wrong. Isn’t that enough?”

Her words froze me. She was talking about my father, urging me to bring him home.

I didn’t reply with words. I only nodded once and turned away, heading for my chamber to grab a shirt before searching for my siblings.

I expected to find Zephyrine in bed that morning, still asleep. But the bed was empty, cold, untouched.

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I paused, every instinct sharpening. Moving toward the corridor, I looked out into the courtyard. No sign of her spirit guard. No dragon, No shadow, no wings, nothing. The sight hit me like a blade to the chest.

Changing clothes quickly, I laced my boots and rushed out, just in time to see my sisters. entering the dining hall. They froze when they saw me.

“Lycannar?”

“Where is Zephyrine?” I asked, my heart racing.

“You need to…”

“Where is she?” I cut in, voice raw with panic. “Don’t tell me she left.”

They exchanged a glance, and Serena stepped forward carefully.

“She dumped you,” she said quietly. “She said she doesn’t love you. That you’re over. She told us you should move on, and never come looking for her… that…”

She didn’t finish. The world around me blurred into noise. I pushed past them, but Mearez caught my wrist, her face pale with something more than grief.

“Bring her back, Lycannar,” she whispered. “Tell her… there’s a cure now.”

Cure?

For what?

Dazed and burning with panic, I broke free, stormed toward the royal stables, grabbed my horse, and without another thought, I galloped toward the Ash Pack.

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