Half-brother. A Rogue forever.

Those words burned at the back of my mind as I stared at the Rogue who saved me to my left and my fiancé to my right.

Though the name didn’t fit the wild, untamed image I had of him. Speaking of wild, that dream I had a few nights ago flashed before me. My cheeks heated at the memory of his naked body alone. And yet the Rogue, who was dressed in the most civilized attire I thought a Rogue could wear, is seated beside me at Alpha Azriel's table as though he once belonged here.

“It’s good to finally meet you, Alexander,” my father...