The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 150 Rouge King

Evelyn’s POV

My phone buzzed. It was Jackson. "We’ve got the rest people from the town in the trucks," his voice came through the phone. "Heading to the meeting point now."

"Good," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the chaos around us. "We’ll meet you there with anyone else we find."

Chuck stared at me like I’d grown a second head, wincing as he pressed his hand against his bleeding arm. "Why are you helping us? You barely know us."

I handed him a clean cloth for his wound. "Because it’s the right thing to do." I looked him in the eyes. "Now, are there others still in town?"

He nodded slowly, his face creased with worry. "The Millers. Their house is at the end of Lane. They have twin babies, just six months old."

My heart clenched at the thought of innocent children in danger.

"Eryx?" I turned to my protector.

He was already scanning our surroundings, his trained eyes picking up movement in the shadows. "If we move now, we might make it before the main group of Rogues circles back."

We helped Chuck to his feet, but before we could take a step, another howl pierced the night air—deeper and more commanding than the others. The sound made my blood run cold.

"That’s him," Eryx whispered, his face going pale."The Rogue King."

Eryx had been one of my father’s gamma warriors before, so it didn’t surprise me that he knew about the Rogue King. But what was Rogue King doing here?

As if summoned by his words, five more Rogues emerged from the surrounding trees like ghosts, moving silently to block our way out.

Eryx pushed me behind him, his entire body tensing for a fight. I could feel the controlled violence radiating from him. "When I create an opening, you run," he muttered under his breath. "Don’t look back."

Before I could protest, a tall figure stepped through the circle of Rogues with casual confidence.

Unlike the others, this one was in human form, wearing torn dark jeans and a black leather jacket, his muscular chest visible beneath the open jacket. His dark hair was messy and wild, framing a face that might have been handsome if not for the cruel twist of his lips and the dangerous look in his eyes. His arms and chest were covered in scars from pack battles.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice carrying a rough edge that spoke of too many cigarettes and too much whiskey. "What do we have here? Trespassers in my territory?"

I stepped forward, ignoring Eryx’s attempt to keep me behind him. My heart was pounding, but I kept my chin up. "Your territory? This is a human settlement. You have no right to be here."

The Rogue King’s eyes widened slightly, taking in my appearance with obvious interest.

His gaze lingered on me. "An Omega with a spine. How interesting."

He circled closer like a predator, inhaling deeply. "And no wolf scent. How curious."

I stood my ground, refusing to let him see my fear even as every instinct screamed at me to run. "We were just leaving. Let us pass, and there won’t be any trouble."

He laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. "Trouble? Darling, trouble followed you the moment you stepped into my forest." His gaze traveled over me slowly, appreciatively. "Though I must say, I’m inclined to forgive the trespass, given the quality of the visitor."

"Back off," Eryx growled, his hand tightening around his weapon. The threat in his voice was unmistakable.

The Rogue King barely spared him a glance. "Put that toy away before you hurt yourself, lap dog." His focus remained fixed on me. "I’ve changed my mind about killing you. A beautiful, wealthy woman like you could be... useful to me."

"As what?" I asked coldly. "Your slave?"

His smile widened. "Let’s call it a companion. You’re a wolfless Omega—not quite worthy of being a Rogue King’s mate, but certainly suitable as a mistress."

Disgust rose in my throat. "I’d rather die."

"Feisty," he purred, stepping closer. "I like that. Makes breaking you so much more satisfying."

"You’re delusional if you think I’d ever submit to a flea-bitten excuse for an Alpha like you," I spat.

Instead of anger, my words seemed to amuse him. "Such spirit. I wonder if you’d be this feisty in my bed. Bet I could make you scream my name instead of those insults."

Eryx tensed beside me, ready to attack despite the overwhelming odds.

I placed a restraining hand on his arm, getting himself killed wouldn’t help our situation.

"The only thing I’d enjoy is seeing you get your ass kicked and run back to whatever dump you crawled out of," I shot back.

The Rogue King’s eyes darkened dangerously. "Enough games. You’re coming with me, willing or not."

He signaled to his pack, and they moved in closer.

Eryx fired two shots, dropping one Rogue immediately, but there were too many closing in around us. I saw him take a vicious blow to the ribs that sent him stumbling backward. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to stay upright.

Chunk was fighting desperately nearby with nothing but a hunting knife, but he was completely outmatched against the supernatural strength and speed of the Rogues. One swipe from a Rogue’s claws sent him crashing into a tree.

I wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Years of self-defense training kicked in as I ducked under a Rogue’s swipe and drove my knee into his gut. He doubled over with a grunt, and I followed up with an elbow to his skull. My father had always insisted I learn to fight, wolf or no wolf.

"Careful, sweetheart," the Rogue King called out mockingly as I grappled with another attacker. "Don’t wear yourself out. Save some energy for when I’m fucking you senseless later tonight."

I grabbed a fallen branch and swung it hard at the Rogue in front of me. "You better hope your dick is made of steel," I snarled, breathing hard. "Because I’m going to kick your balls so hard they’ll be lodged in your throat. Then we’ll see how much of a big man you are when you’re crying like a little bitch."

The Rogue King’s laughter was dark and predatory. "Oh, I like you more and more. Such a dirty mouth. I can’t wait to put it to better use."

That was it. He stepped forward, clearly deciding to handle me personally, his eyes gleaming with sick anticipation.

Just as I was thinking we were probably going to die, a terrifying howl cut through the night—completely different from the Rogues.

Powerful. Commanding. The sound made me shiver.

The Rogue King’s head shot up, his face changing from cocky to worried. Even his pack stopped moving.

Suddenly, dark shapes came crashing through the trees—wolves moving together like a trained army.

Leading them was a huge black wolf with eyes that glowed bright blue in the darkness.

It was Calvin.