Celeste's voice seemed to have some immediate effect, and the rogues stopped all at once. A few wolves still had their hands on Jeremy, and Jeremy struggled to free himself from their grasp, but he remained trapped in the circle of rogues. They were inching closer, their eyes fixated on him, eager to grab hold of him.　　"Let him go," Celeste's voice rang out, stern and commanding. There was an undeniable power in her voice that caused the wolves to hesitate, frozen in place. Some of their eyes flicked toward Kent. He was the true leader of the rogues, after all.　　The tension was palpable in the air, as everyone waited for Kent's decision. After what seemed like an eternity, Kent nodded his head, and the other werewolves backed away from Jeremy.　　Jeremy stood up, his eyes darting around the circle of rogues, wary of their intentions. A few of them snarled at him, revealing their sharp teeth, but he didn't flinch. His gaze was fixed on Celeste, searching for some kind of answer. But

　　Jeremy's head was throbbing painfully, and he winced as the bright sunlight seared his eyes. It felt as if a million tiny ants were relentlessly gnawing on his brain. He cursed himself for drinking so much the previous night.　　As he struggled to recall the events of the night before, Jeremy sat up in bed, but the sudden movement sent him reeling with dizziness. Ignoring the lightheadedness, he looked down at himself and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was still wearing his own clothes. The werewolf hadn't done anything to him.　　Last night, the rogue had arrived at his place with beers. And Jeremy had confided in him about his failed mate bond with Celeste, telling him all about the reasons behind the rejection. He cringed with shame at the memory, wondering why he had felt the need to spill his guts to a complete stranger. After all, he barely knew this werewolf. Just a few hours ago, he had even tied him up to a chair and threatened to chop off his hair.　　"Fuck!" Jeremy

　　Nick's words hit Jeremy and caused him to pause for a moment to reflect. Indeed, he shouldn't just leave his pack and his Alpha behind without a word. It would break their hearts.　　He looked over at Byron, and the Alpha had been carrying too much weight on his shoulders. Byron had been there when Jeremy and Celeste grew up together. They had been through thick and thin, and Jeremy knew that Byron was hurting deeply from Celeste's departure. He had also seen the way that the wolf pack had been affected by Celeste's absence, and he didn't want his own departure to add to their sense of despair.　　With a heavy heart, Jeremy knew that he had to make a decision. But he had no choice. If he had to choose between his pack and Celeste, he would never hesitate to choose Celeste. He felt that his conversation with Byron would not affect anything. But at least he wouldn't leave without a word.　　So now he was standing right in front of the Alpha of the pack.　　"I'm glad to see you back on you

　　Without a second thought, Jeremy spun around and walked away.　　Right now, there was only one burning desire in his heart—to find Celeste and get her back to him. He wished he could just appear in front of Celeste already.　　He hurried to the city where the rogues were located as fast as he could.　　Relying on his memory, he navigated through the labyrinthine streets, leading him to the rogue's elusive enclave. His heart hammered relentlessly in his chest, threatening to burst through his throat with every step he took closer to that place.　　Rogues were known for their unpredictable nature. They earned the name by never lingering in one location for too long. Nearly a month had elapsed since Jeremy's last visit, and Jeremy had no idea if the rogues were still here.　　What if he came here, but Celeste had already left with the rogues? How would he ever manage to track her down then? If Celeste had already left, was there still a chance for him to find her?　　He gritted his teeth, wi

　　Celeste's eyes remained fixed on the man standing before her, her lips still tingling from the lingering sensation of the kiss.　　She could still sense the soft and firm touch of Jeremy's lips on her own, and the slight prickliness of his stubble on her cheek. And the air she breathed in was heavy with his musky scent.　　The kiss had been so real, so intense. Celeste found herself holding her breath, afraid that the slightest movement might break the spell. She squinted slightly, allowing herself to get lost in the moment, basking in the raw emotion and desire that had been stirred up within her.　　"I miss you so much, Cel," Jeremy whispered, his voice husky. Even as he spoke, Celeste could hear the traces of passion and desire that lingered from their kiss, sending shivers down her spine.　　Even his voice felt so real.　　It was all so vivid, so real.　　She stared at Jeremy, her heart racing as she tried to process the flood of emotions that were surging through her. Then she realiz