Rogue. Beta

6. INDIE

“Oh my f*****g god. “

I don’t know if it was the intensity of the past moment or the reality of it that made me exclaim.

Everyone knows that rogues have no mate. What was the point of giving feral wolves a destiny? Rogues had no destiny. We had to fight for everything we had. Everything we got. So what if a few people were hurt in the process? So what if more were killed? Life happened.

 My father taught me at an early age that the world was against us. We were at war whether we knew it and there are always casualties in a war. It was left for us to make sure we were not counted as such.

My eyes were not violet like my fathers. No. I was still too young for that. Yet, I knew I was a rogue. I was born a rogue. My father had been a lone wolf when he met my mother and at her death, he had tipped over. With no pack or mate to anchor him, he started to crave the unnatural.

It was the control he had over his bloodlust that made him the most feared rogue in the world.

I was raised as a rogue. Technically, I was born as a lone wolf, without the anchor of a pack. Over the years, it was hard not to notice I was slowly slipping. If I wasn’t my father’s daughter, a Luciano, I would have slipped. I had no wolf rank. I smelled like a rogue. My wolf snarled more than she spoke. My control on her was slipping every day. I was a rogue. Yet, I had a mate.

He was curled behind me, his uncovered body plastered to mine. I didn’t want the spark of affection that burst through me. Yet, I couldn’t help it. I was never taught about mates. I knew how to work firearms. I knew how to take out a silver bullet, how to disarm my enemies. I could floor a man twice my size but I didn’t know about mates.

That’s not to say I was totally clueless though. The few times my dad bared to talk of my mum, I could see his eyes glistening with love. He only ever looked at me like that. No one else. I knew mates were for life and losing a mate could mean losing a part or all of you. I knew wolves mated at eighteen and I knew there was no separating mates. It was for life.

I turned in his arms, moving to look at his face. His skin was tan and he had cherry red lips that begged to be kissed, full and inviting. His lashes were thick, dark, and dusted above his cheeks as he slept. Chiselled jaw, golden skin and my favourite scent – coffee. Beta Mason was everything I didn’t know I wanted.

My arms rested on his warm skin for a minute, caressing his jaw until his lips became too irresistible. Forgetting my morning breath, I leaned forward to taste his lips. Just a quick lick. Except, as soon as my tongue darted out, his mouth captured it. It was as if he had been expecting it.

He sucked on my tongue with a greedy urgency until I became too hot to think. I could only feel and I felt him. I felt the heat of his hard body, the tautness, the masculinity. It made me horny. Naturally, I started up a string of inviting words, moaning lowly until I had something else in me.

It scared me that I was enjoying this so much. I was not supposed to. f**k, this was not part of the plan and I was ruining it. I was ruining my dad’s project by breathing the same air as this man. It was confusing me!

“Hey love,” He neither got off me or out of me as we reached c****x. His body pushed me down into the mattress as his weight collapsed on mine.

“Good morning, Beta Mason,” I said in a small voice. I was still role-playing. I had to.

We were mated now and yes, I didn’t have an in depth idea what that meant, I knew what my purpose here was. I had let the heat in his eyes and the look of his body distract me. I had bitten off more than I could swallow but I still had my father. He would help me chew.

I made a mental note to contact Papa I had to inform him how badly I had screwed up. Hopefully, it was fixable. I also prayed he wouldn’t be too vexed. My father’s anger scared everyone. Myself inclusive.

“Just Mason is fine, doll. You can call me Mase even. You can call me anything,” He drawled, breath fanning across my neck.

“Oh, alright.” I answered with flamed cheeks.

Goodness, why did I feel like this?

I wasn’t an expert with boys but I was no prude. My last boyfriend had been over three years ago. He hadn’t made me feel half of what I was feeling for this man that I only just met. This man that happened to be my mate. Kieran, my boyfriend now ex, had been sweet but I could just tell this one was sweeter.

“Didn’t quite catch your name, last night, doll face. What did your parents name you?” He kissed my nose.

My father called me Cosima but –

“Indigo. My name is Indigo but everyone calls me Indie.”

“Everyone calls you Indie huh? Then Indigo it is.”

°°

Being mated did not change my goals. I would not let it. I owed everything I had to my father. I was all he had and he was all I had.

‘You have Mason now.’ A little voice whispered at the back of my head. I had Mason? I didn’t want him. He did not fit into my plans.

I am no saint but I could only do so much bad at once. I was plotting against his pack for goodness sake. I didn’t want to take his heart with me.

‘What about your heart?’ The little voice whispered again. Being a werewolf was great but sometimes, it sucked balls. Especially now that I was planning to betray my soulmate.

“Shut up!” I snapped at the little voice in my head.

“Huh?” The female alpha, Remi Vaughn, opened her door to glance at me in confusion.

“Hey, Alpha Remi. I was wondering if you needed any help with the twins today. “ I put on a goody two shoe smile as she peered at me from her doorway.

“Oh my god. Clara, come quick. Mason found his mate!” She exclaimed, turning her head inside. The omega elemental ran out holding one of the babies and then the two ladies squealed in the same manner.

How did they know?

“He made sure to cover her in his scent. Awwwn.” That made sense.

“I would love to see your mark. Oh, you’re wearing a turtle neck. Wow, I’m so happy for you!” Clara exclaimed, beaming at me.

My eyes slid to the magnificent cream wolf tattooed on her neck. Her spaghetti strapped top did not hide it.

“It’s kind of too hot to dress like you. Jake also loves it when he can see his mark.” A burst of crimson stole across her cheeks.

“Yeah, you can check Dylan for my mark.” The alpha grinned. “Come in. We were just getting the kids ready before we leave for the pack house. Greta has agreed to watch them while I work.” The alpha stepped out of the way, allowing me in.

Her eyes held a permanent gold ring around her green irises. It was faint, just a small line of gold that surrounded her eyes that gave them a magnifying and captivating look. It could be mistaken for something ordinary on her, but not on my mate. The ring of gold surrounding his black eyes drew instant attention. She had marked her mate. Curious, as her mate was also an alpha. I could only imagine the struggle for dominance that had caused.

“Awwn, you said I could watch them for today,” Clara pouted.

“You need to train. Besides, Jake still wouldn’t top glaring at me for tiring you out for last night.” The alpha winked at her best friend.

“Jake is just –“ She cut herself off. “Why do I have to train? I’m easily the most powerful person in this pack. Why do I have to get beat up by Warrior Chan all in the name of training?”

“Don’t let Grey hear you claiming almighty status. He hates that.”

“Well, if he’s just going to be giving his power away, what does he expect? “

This was new information. Grey. The Grim Reaper who was mated to the other beta of the pack. He was giving away his powers? My dad didn’t know this!

“The – the Grim Reaper can give away his powers? How?” I tried not to seem too eager with my question. But I was. Very eager.

“Well, not totally. There’s a long complicated process that even I am not allowed to know, but yes. He can give out some of it to lessen his workload as death.” She shrugged, smoothing her son’s hair.

“Aren’t you just a cutie?” She nuzzled her baby’s cheek. A hand reached up to yank her hair. “Oww,” She hissed. The boy and his sister seemed to share evil sibling’s smirk. Babies were something else but I needed information.

“Doesn’t that – doesn’t that make him less powerful?” I fished.

“Well, yes. But what is power if it means he gets to spend a little more time with the one he loves?” She shrugged, finally readying her twins while her friend took pictures.

“I’m surprised Mason let you out of bed,” Clara said, pocketing her phone.

My skin flushed, remembering just how hard he had fought to keep me glued to his side.

“Aww, why today? Let’s spend some time with each other before you go visiting friends.” His cheery lips forming a pout had been close to convincing me.

It was all so confusing. I was on a mission for chrissake! I had no business feeling mushy and gooey over a man I just met. A hot man with chiselled chest, the most captivating eyes and a strong jaw. A man that was all mine for eternity.

The thought made me scramble out of bed. f*****g hell, I had one mission. One freaking mission! Why was it so hard? Why did this man have to come in suddenly and threaten the success of my mission!?

“He almost didn’t let me,” I admitted, staring at my shoes.

“I’m also surprised you wanted to leave him. To what? Babysit my little monsters? I’m grateful but he probably needs you more,” The Alpha said.

“How do you know?” I challenged, forgetting my act for a second.

“I’m mated, Indie. The emotions peak when you first meet your mate and when you first mark or get marked by them. The intensity doesn’t reduce but you learn to work with it rather than tear off your clothes every second. I bet you’re literally burning with need for him right now,” she said with a knowing look.

“Wish Jake would understand this,” Clara muttered quietly. As wolves, we heard her loud and clear.

“Jake is a different case. He’s wired to think of only one thing.” Clara blushed.

I didn’t know until she said it, but the tightening in my chest and the discomfort in sitting in the expensive leather chair suddenly made sense. I was craving something. Craving someone.

“Ah ha! I know you see what I mean. When I was in your shoes, I did nothing but eat and explore my mate for days. You should try it – with your mate. I’d kill you before you approach mine.”

“And Indie?” She called when I got out of my seat.

“Yeah?”

“Congrats.”

“Thanks.” Then Clara said something that made my blood boil and my wolf snarl.