Claimed by My Ex Chapter 108 Rogue

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Rogue

Author’s pov

The abandoned dockyard at the edge of Crescent territory sat shrouded in darkness, with only the gentle lapping of waves against weathered piers breaking the night’s silence. Out on the water, several boats bobbed gently, their lights dimd to avoid drawing attention. To the untrained human eye, the scene might appear deserted, but a wolf’s enhanced vision could easily detect the shadowy figures moving with practiced stealth along the shore, loading crates onto waiting vessels.

On the largest yacht, Howard Reiner stood with his back straight and shoulders squared, his tailored suit doing little to disguise the predatory nature beneath. As Alpha of the notorious Viper Pack, his very presence exuded nace. His mixed heritage had gifted him with striking, chiseled features that might have been handso if not for the cruel calculation in his eyes. The moonlight cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the dangerous edge to his jawline.

His wolf, Dread, prowled restlessly beneath his skin, eager for the thrill of the impending transaction. Howard maintained rigid control—he hadn’t beco the most feared Alpha in the criminal underworld by letting his wolf dictate his actions.

"Alpha, we’re approaching the exchange ti," one of his beta wolves reported, voice appropriately deferential. "Once this shipnt sells, our territory expansion can begin imdiately."

Howard’s narrowed eyes remained fixed on the shoreline through high-powered binoculars. "How long until the exchange?" His voice carried that distinctive chill that made even his own pack mbers suppress the instinct to bare their throats in submission.

"Thirty minutes, sir." The beta kept his gaze lowered, neck slightly tilted—not enough to show weakness, but sufficient to acknowledge hierarchy.

"Good. Their vessels are already in position. Prepare to move the rchandise." Howard’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished table, each beat precise and asured like a countdown.

The beta retreated to stand behind him, along with several other pack mbers who ford Howard’s inner circle. None spoke without being addressed directly—the Alpha’s mood was particularly volatile during operations.

This wasn’t just any deal. As the most powerful cri lord across three territories, Howard had orchestrated the largest arms shipnt of the year. Success tonight would fund his pack’s expansion into contested territory for months, possibly years. The nine-figure payday would cent the Viper Pack’s dominance over rival wolves who still dared challenge them.

Howard settled into a leather chair, crossing his legs with deliberate elegance that belied the raw power of the wolf within. His scent—sharp venom and cold tal—filled the cabin, making his subordinates instinctively keep their distance. The Reiner na carried weight across Europe, where packs whispered of the bloodshed that followed whenever the Viper Alpha marked a territory as his own.

Howard had planned this North Arican transaction ticulously, ensuring every detail was accounted for. His reputation demanded nothing less than perfection. Any wolf who caused failure would face consequences far worse than death.

Twenty minutes passed in tense silence. The pack mbers began moving into position for the transfer when suddenly, a beta rushed into the cabin, panic evident in his scent despite his attempt to maintain composure.

"Alpha, we have a problem," he reported, his posture instantly submissive as Howard’s head snapped toward him.

Howard’s eyes flashed dangerously, a hint of amber bleeding into his human irises as Dread pushed forward. "Explain." The single word carried the weight of an Alpha command.

"Soone’s approaching from the north access road. Our sentries dismissed it initially, but there are now multiple vehicles heading this way—including what appear to be law enforcent. We can’t confirm their identities yet, but the situation is deteriorating rapidly."

Howard was on his feet in an instant, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Cancel the exchange. Order imdiate withdrawal." His voice remained controlled, but the rage in his scent was unmistakable.

Who would dare interfere with his operation? Which rival Alpha or human authority had the audacity—or death wish—to challenge him directly? This territory wasn’t under any established pack’s protection, which was precisely why he’d chosen it.

If human law enforcent discovered this arms deal, the consequences would reach beyond simple criminal charges. As a foreign national with connections to multiple international territories, Howard couldn’t afford to hand the authorities such leverage. The delicate balance between supernatural society and human governnts depended on wolves like him avoiding certain spotlights.

As his pack scrambled to abandon the exchange, Howard remained calm despite his fury. Unlike his subordinates, he wouldn’t flee imdiately. His wolf’s pride demanded he identify the threat—knowledge was power, and he never entered a future conflict without understanding his opponent.

"Bring the vessel to shore," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for question. "I want to see who dares disrupt my business."

Ethan’s POV:

The full moon hung low over the abandoned harbor, its pale light reflecting off the dark water as I accelerated toward my destination. My wolf, Leon, paced restlessly within , feeding my obsession, my desperation.

This deserted dock was perfect—no witnesses, no interruptions. Just Victoria and , finally alone. I needed to end this tornt once and for all. Either she would return to

where she belonged, or if I couldn’t have her... well, no one would.

Any sane person would choose life over death. Victoria would make the right choice. She would co back to .

My mind was consud with thoughts of her, making

oblivious to my surroundings as I pulled the car to a stop near the water’s edge. Opening the passenger door, I gazed at Victoria’s unconscious form, my chest swelling with possessive pride. The powerful sedative I’d laced the car with had worked perfectly. I’d taken the antidote beforehand, ensuring I remained clear-headed for what needed to be done.

The dock was shrouded in darkness, not a single light illuminating our reunion. I lifted Victoria from the seat, cradling her limp body against my chest. The moonlight caressed her features, highlighting her ethereal beauty.

"Beautiful," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "Absolutely perfect."

From the first mont I saw Victoria Lancaster, I knew she was ant to be mine. Sothing primal within Leon recognized her, even though I didn’t understand why my wolf was so drawn to her. For five years, she had held a sacred place in my heart that not even Scarlett could touch.

I never truly wanted to part ways with Victoria. My marriage to Scarlett was ant to be temporary—a strategic alliance for my position in the Northstream Pack. I had planned to divorce Scarlett eventually and marry Victoria, continuing our life together as if nothing had happened. But she discovered my betrayal and ended things before I could explain.

No. We never broke up. I never agreed to it, so it never happened.

"Victoria, my sweet Victoria," I murmured, my eyes reflecting an unhinged obsession. "It’s been too long since I’ve held you. You’re so beautiful. I’ve missed you desperately."

Leon whined within , sensing sothing was wrong with our actions, but I pushed his objections aside.

"Why have you been ignoring ? We can go back to how things were. You loved

once—I know you did." My grip tightened around her unconscious form. "I’ve apologized for my mistakes. I was trapped, don’t you see? You must forgive . You have to!"

The sound of gentle waves lapping against the pier provided a rhythmic backdrop to my monologue.

"This is partly your fault too," I continued, justifying my actions to her silent form. "You’re a Lancaster, heir to the Crescent Dawn Pack—why didn’t you tell ? You concealed your true identity, your Alpha bloodline. You lied to

first! So we’re even now. We can start fresh, together forever. What do you say?"

Victoria remained unconscious, unable to respond. I smiled widely, interpreting her silence as agreent.

"I knew you wouldn’t bla . I knew you still cared for . We’ll be together, never apart again."

I cradled her head in my hands, manipulating it to nod in agreent. "That’s right. You want this too."

Victoria’s body was pliant, devoid of resistance as I positioned her however I wished. The feeling of control was intoxicating. This was perfect—she was finally mine to command.

My wolf howled inside , but I couldn’t tell if it was in triumph or warning. I inhaled Victoria’s sweet scent, the fragrance that had always driven

wild with need. I regretted the tis I’d neglected her, putting work before our relationship, sotis going weeks without seeing her.

I should have claid her physically years ago instead of saving myself for Scarlett’s sake. Victoria’s first ti should have been with , centing our bond. The thought of her with another man—especially my half-brother Damien—made Leon snarl with jealous rage.

But even that didn’t matter anymore. Victoria was here now, completely at my rcy. Yet her unconscious state wasn’t satisfying. I wanted her awake, aware of my dominance, my claim on her body and soul.

I carried her to the edge of the pier where the dark water lapped against the supports. Without hesitation, I gripped her hair and plunged her head beneath the frigid surface.

After several seconds, I pulled her up as she gasped and coughed violently, consciousness returning to her beautiful features. Her golden eyes flew open, confusion and fear replacing their usual confidence.

"Welco back, my love," I whispered, watching water stream from her hair down her face. "Now we can truly begin our reunion."