2. Her Wandering Ways
628 Words
Rose had always believed in the fairy tale that said that mates were forever. Sadly enough, her mate, the alpha of Blood Moon Pack turned out to be a manwhore. He even made her watch as he f****d the pack’s slut, telling her how this was what awaited her.
In her heart, Rose knew that there was no hope for a happily ever after, not after this anyway. And thus, she ran away from her pack.
She had wanted to remain in neutral lands and make a living for herself there, but had ended up crossing some pack’s territory to her utter and complete dismay.
The moment she realized her mistake, she wanted to backtrack.
Just as she turned around to leave, she hit something and fell unceremoniously to the ground.
She raised her head with a groan and looked up, only to find a devilishly handsome man looking down at her, contempt in his eyes, arms crossed, muscles all but bulging.
Uh-oh… this spells trouble already, she thought to herself.
“I didn’t mean to trespass,” she was quick to say as she got to her feet.
“Sure you didn’t,” he scoffed, obviously in disbelief, eyes still hard on her form.
“I’m just a…” runaway Luna, her wolf supplied, and she had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. “Lone wandering wolf.”
“Be that as it may, I have already informed the alpha of your wandering ways, and received orders to take you to him.”
She gasped in horror as she felt fear like never before grip her heart. She had run away from her own pack, faced a few hardships, in the hopes of settling into a faraway town, and leading a quiet life.
All her hopes seemed to crumble in front of her as the man stared at her.
The werewolf in front of her meant business.
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to test his patience by attempting to make a run for it.
“I’m Rose Millers,” she said as he ushered her forward, rather gently if she were to say so herself.
“Save your breath, little girl,” he told her gruffly.
She could only pout at the name he gave her, none too pleased.
His touch was making her body react in ways it shouldn’t. It was her first time having desire pool at her entrance so badly, just because of a simple touch.
No boy, and no man had ever elicited such a response from her.
Admittedly, she wasn’t the most experienced she-wolf around. She was a virgin after all. But she was a hot blooded woman nonetheless.
Before long, they were at what she could only assume was the pack house.
“You don’t stop often here, Ethan,” a man let out in wonder. “To what do we owe the honor?”
“I found this trespassing she-wolf,” was his flat response.
“How come she’s not dead yet?” The man hurried to say even as he raised an eyebrow, and Rose stiffened. “Have you grown soft, Ethan?”
“f**k you, Nick,” was all he received as a response.
“Hey, is that any way to talk to your beta?” The man acted offended.
Rose’s eyes bulged at that. That was indeed no way to speak to one’s beta.
“She hasn’t gone rogue yet, and I’m not sure she meant to trespass to begin with,” Ethan said nonchalantly.
“Let us take her to the alpha. He’ll know how to deal with her,” Nick said earnestly.
“My thoughts exactly,” Ethan deadpanned.
Oh, heavens have mercy, may they be lenient with me! Rose thought to herself.
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