Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 92

92: Chapter 92 92: Chapter 92 Valerie’s POV
The acrid smoke from Voss’s cigarette mixed with the stench of unwashed bodies and stale beer that permanently permeated the rogue camp.

I stretched languidly against his massive chest, my naked skin still gleaming with sweat from our latest encounter.

Around us, the ramshackle throne room-if you could call this collection of stolen furniture and animal pelts a throne room-buzzed with the usual evening debauchery.

“Again,” Voss growled, his massive hands gripping my hips as he pulled me down harder onto his lap.

His voice was rough with barely contained lust, the same tone that had made a dozen rogue soldiers beg for their turn with me earlier.

I threw my head back, golden hair cascading over my shoulders as I moved against him with practiced expertise.

The power I wielded here was intoxicating-not just over Voss, but over every male in this godforsaken camp.

They fought each other for the privilege of warming my bed, and I used every single one of them to forget the humiliation the former pack had put me through.

“My lady is insatiable tonight,” one of Voss’s lieutenants, called out from across the room where he lounged with Anna.

She was draped across his lap like a cat, her bleached hair wild and her lipstick smeared.

“Can you blame me?” I purred, trailing my nails down Voss’s scarred chest.

“When I have such…

capable warriors to choose from.”
The room erupted in appreciative growls and crude laughter.

These animals were so easy to manipulate, so desperate for female attention that they’d do anything I asked.

It was almost too simple.

But my moment of satisfaction was shattered by the sound of running footsteps outside.

The heavy wooden door to our makeshift throne room burst open with enough force to rattle the entire structure, and a lone figure stumbled inside.

The messenger was barely recognizable as one of our own.

His clothes were torn and blackened, his face streaked with soot and blood.

One arm hung uselessly at his side, and he could barely stay upright as he staggered toward us.

“Voss!” he gasped, falling to his knees before the makeshift throne.

“Sir, I…

the mission…”
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.

Voss’s hands tightened on my waist, his muscles going rigid beneath me as predatory alertness replaced lazy satisfaction.

Around us, the other rogues fell silent, sensing the importance of whatever news this man carried.

“Report,” Voss commanded, his voice carrying the lethal authority that had made him king of the rogues.

“It was a trap,” the messenger choked out, his words coming in ragged gasps between labored breaths.

“They knew we were coming.

Somehow, they knew exactly what we were planning.”
Ice water flooded my veins.

I jerked upright, suddenly not caring that I was naked in a room full of leering males.

“What do you mean, they knew?”
The messenger’s eyes found mine, and I saw something there that made my stomach clench with dread€”not just fear, but the hollow look of a man who had witnessed total defeat.

“The Alpha King…

he pulled back his patrols just like we wanted.

Made it look like our attacks had worked, like his forces were too depleted to maintain border security.” The man paused, wiping blood from his mouth with a shaking hand.

“But it was all fake.

A trap to lure us into the open.”
“Impossible,” I snarled, sliding off Voss’s lap to pace across the rough wooden floor.

“They’ve been taking casualties for weeks!

I saw the reports myself-wounded soldiers, decreased patrol frequency, all the signs that their defenses were crumbling.”
“That’s what they wanted us to see,” the messenger continued, his voice growing stronger with desperate urgency.

“When our teams moved in to probe their ‘weakened’ positions, they were waiting for us.”
Voss rose from his throne like a mountain coming to life, his massive frame radiating murderous rage.

“How many?” he demanded.

“Both assault teams,” the messenger whispered.

“Gone.

Captured or dead.

I’m the only one who escaped, and only because I was stationed as a lookout on the ridge.”
The silence that followed was deafening.

Forty of our best fighters, gone in a single night.

Months of careful planning, weeks of successful raids, all undone by one perfectly executed counter-strategy.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” I shrieked, my voice cracking with fury and disbelief.

“They’re weak!

Broken!

I’ve seen their wounded soldiers, their exhausted patrols.

There’s no way they could have orchestrated something this sophisticated!”
But even as the words left my mouth, a terrible understanding began to dawn.

“Tell me everything,” I demanded, grabbing the messenger by his uninjured arm.

“Every detail about how they knew, how they prepared, everything!”
He winced but didn’t pull away.

“The timing was too perfect, my lady.

They didn’t just happen to have explosives in the right places-they were placed specifically to target our retreat routes.”
“Who?” Voss’s voice was barely above a growl, but it carried enough menace to make every person in the room flinch.

“That’s the thing,” the messenger said, his eyes darting nervously between Voss and me.

“The other rogues, the ones who’d been monitoring their communications…

they’ve been hearing talk about a new Luna.

Someone with special abilities, someone who’s been healing their wounded and giving strategic advice.”
The world seemed to tilt sideways.

Luna.

New Luna.

Someone with healing abilities and strategic intelligence.

“Describe her,” I whispered, though part of me already knew the answer.

“Dark hair, green eyes.

Used to be an omega, but somehow became an alpha.

They say she can heal mortal wounds with just her touch, and that she’s the one who came up with the plan to trap our forces.”
A sound escaped my throat that was part scream, part animal howl.

Everything I had worked for, everything I had sacrificed, and that pathetic little omega had not only stolen my place beside Damien but had actively orchestrated the destruction of my new life.

“SERAPHINA!” I shrieked, the name tearing from my throat like a curse.

“That fucking bitch!

How is this possible?

She was nothing!

A nobody!

A worthless omega who should be dead!”
Anna sat up straighter, her face pale with sudden understanding.

“Val, if she’s really become Luna…”
“She hasn’t become anything!” I snarled, spinning to face her.

“She’s a fraud, a pretender who’s somehow fooled everyone into believing she’s special.

But I know the truth.

I know what she really is.”
Voss was watching me with calculating eyes, his earlier rage giving way to the cold intelligence that made him a formidable enemy.

“You know this woman.”
“She’s my stepsister,” I spat, not caring anymore about maintaining the fiction that had helped me gain acceptance here.

“The omega brat my parents took in out of pity.

She ruined my engagement, stole my rightful place, and now she’s destroyed my chance at revenge.”
“Then we kill her,” Voss said simply, as if discussing the weather.

Yes, he”™s right.

Kill, I”™ll kill her!

I leaned into his touch, but my eyes remained fixed on the messenger who had brought us this devastating news.

Soon, very soon, Seraphina Knight would learn what happened to omega bitches who forgot their place in the world.

She’d stolen everything from me, but I was going to take something from her that she could never get back.

Her son.

Her mate.

Her life.

All of it.