The Silver Eyed Rogue Girl

Sarah sighed as she cleared off all the dishes in the sink. 'Done for the day', she thought to herself. 'Aunt, I am leaving for my work', Sarah called out knowing her Aunt was probably in bed sleeping. Her Aunt worked nights shifts at the service station while her uncle delivered around the town. It was tough getting the ends meet but they never complained about having an extra mouth to feed when they first adopted Sarah after her parents died. Her uncle and aunt did not say a lot about her parents only that they loved her very much. But she did not ask any further as she knew her uncle and aunt treated her like their very own daughter. To put some financial pressure off them, she started working at one of the cafes in the town. She made just enough to help with the rent and extra pocket money. Sarah entered the cafe swiftly and quickly, glancing over at the number of customers in the cafe. (s**t, more dishes to wash she said inside her mind). 'Hey, young lady! You are LATE', Tom exclaimed. Sarah rolled her eyes and said, 'Tom, I am only five minutes late'. 'Meaning I get to take your tips today. Come on time and then you can take the tips you make', Tom said and left without giving Sarah a chance to protest. 'What a stingy bastard', a voice came from behind the kitchen counter. 'Emily!' Sarah cried happily giving Emily the biggest hug. 'You are back!' 'Girl, you bet I am. Guess what happened on the road trip', Emily said excitedly. 'Hmmm, You met another cute guy?', Sarah predicted. 'Yessss!', Emily squeaked. 'So his name is Samuel and we both hit it right from the start. And the best part is he works as a manager at the Vanlords company near the city! He said he could give me and you both a waitressing job!'. Emily finished. Sarah was quiet for a moment absorbing what her best friend has just told her and then her eyes suddenly grew big. 'You mean to say, I don't have to work for stingy Tom ever again!' Emily nodded repeatedly. And both girls squeaked again happily. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SARAH's POV 'Do you have everything packed and ready', Sarah's Aunt Jane asked. 'Uh huh', I said. I paused packing and looked up to my Aunt. Her Aunt was only 43 but she looked older than that. She had fine lines burrowed on her forehead as if she had a permanent frown. Probably from all the financial stress and having to live as rogues. My aunt used to tell me stories when I was little that they were not always a rogue and that they belonged to a strong pack once. The Icewarrior pack. I used to always be fascinated by the stories as they seemed like a fairy tale to me. In the werewolf world, there are many different packs and commanding alphas. The four prominent strongest pack were the Ice, Fire, Wind and Sand warrior pack. It is said in the folktales that the moon goddess created four werewolf brothers each with ability to control one of the elements. They were given the special power to create harmony in case the moon goddess's creations was to go astray from their paths. But peace never lasted in the werewolf world as each brother had their own beliefs and wanted to be the dominating alpha. Hell broke loose when the biggest werewolf war happened decades ago amongst the brothers. Thousands of wolves lost their lives. The Fire warrior pack won the war and so they still dominated majority of the packs now. They are now run by the infamous and dangerous alpha Ian decades later. Yes Ian's great grandfather was one of the four brothers. While, the whole of Ice warrior's pack was killed and the two other (wind and sand) quickly entered a neutral stance when they knew they were going to lose. There are hundreds of packs now but the three remaining ancient packs were still the largest and most powerful packs especially the deadly Fire warrior pack. Many people think the Ice warriors are all dead but they don't know that my aunt and uncle were escapees from the brutal war and they brought me along with them when my parents died during battle. We had the frost sign on our back necks proving we were Ice warriors by blood. But my aunt always told me NEVER to show it to anyone and always hide it. I was just deep within my thoughts when my aunt snapped her fingers at me. 'Dear, you look really lost. What are you thinking about?', My aunt asked with a little smile on her tired face. I am just thinking about how much I am going to actually miss you Aunt Jane, I said truthfully. When I had told her about working near the city, she agreed to let me go without second questions. I was even ready to convince her with the extra pay and bonuses I could make but it was not needed at all. As expected of my sweet Aunt Jane. But my uncle Robert was not as easy to convince. He asked me questions in military style 'You sure this is a legitimate job, young girl?'. 'YES SIR', I replied. 'You sure they are not going to take you near the city and sell your kidneys and what not', my uncle asked with a serious tone. I giggled,' Uncle! My kidneys are perfectly safe. And I promise to call every day and send you the location of where I am staying with Emily and everything!'. My uncle finally gave in after hours of me persuading. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fast forward to two weeks SARAH's POV Emily and I were well settled in our small apartments. We both dropped out of college and were barely making anything working in the town cafe. So this was a huge opportunity for us to work in a five star hotel. We were making five times our old pay and excellent tips and bonuses. The perks of working for a billionaire! Ian Vanlords owned franchises of restaurants and hotels around America. He was basically a royalty to humans and to us werewolves as well since he led a pack of almost 8000 pack members. The strongest and largest in South America. I was almost lost in my thoughts again when Emily elbowed me. 'Girl, your phone is ringing', she said while carefully applying some nail polish on her toes. I picked up my phone. It was my Aunt and uncle. 'Yes uncle, I still have my kidneys and my other organs', I said reassuringly to my worried uncle while I could hear my Aunt laugh in the background. After a few more talks, I hung up the call to get ready for work. After 30 minutes. I quickly hair dyed my hair and put some lip gloss. For a minute, I paused to observe my reflection. I was only 5'2'' and had long dark hair. I always put my hair in a braid so they were naturally wavy and soft. My complexion was very pale and I wished I was tanned and tall like my blonde girl friend. Even though, Emily always hyped me up, I could not help but be envious of her since she was everything a guy wanted much to her denial. 's**t, it's already 5pm. I am gonna be late for my evening shift', I thought quickly braiding my hair neatly and twisting them together to make a bun. I put on my waitressing uniform which was a white blouse and a black skirt. The blouse was very tight fitting as I had naturally bigger breast and the skirt was sometimes uncomfortable as my hips were very wide. Emily would say I had the hourglass figures other girls would kill for but I think she only said it because she was my friend. Emily was already ready to go when I was still gathering my stuff. 'Let's go or we will miss the bus', she said. 'Geez, you are done already', I said glancing her way. She looked tall and pretty in her uniform. 'Obviously', she said flipping her blonde hair dramatically. I rolled my eyes and hurried her outside. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unknown POV 'Sir, I did not know you were visiting us so suddenly this evening', Samuel said in the nicest tone he had. I waved my hands towards him indicating it was fine. 'I had a important business to deal with and it was last moment. I will just be staying here for this evening', I said coldly. 'Most definitely, sir would you be joining us downstairs for dinner', Samuel asked excitingly ready to show off his management skill. He was always at the top of his game and knew this was the chance to show his boss how much of a talented man he was. 'That won't be needed', I said again retiring my eyes and slowly massaging my head. 'If you will excuse me, I need to catch some rest' Samuel hesitantly nodded not wanting to ask him further questions and anger him. 'Please let me know if you require anything sir'. He said that and left. I looked around the bedroom suite, it was dark and silent. I liked the silence, it helped me think. I slowly closed my eyes as I wondered into my thoughts. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SARAH'S POV Today was a busy evening as usual. This was a five star hotel so everyone was ridiculously rich and well off. They wore expensive suits and gowns for the evening dinner and events that were usually on. I admired some of the young woman wearing the prettiest dresses and jewellers. Not that I wanted them but I was always envious of them for not having to worry about money and having to make ends meet. I thought to myself while clearing a table. I put the half empty glasses on the tray and turned around to put them on the trolley when a slightly drunk woman toppled over and spilled the drinks from the trolley onto her shoes. 'You b***h, you ruined my shoes. Do you have any idea how much they cost?', the woman exclaimed. 'Mam, you toppled over the trolley and spilled it yourself', I said it in a cool professional tone. 'You dare talk back, you lowlife b***h', she slurred her words and slapped me right across my face. I knew my uncle and aunt always wanted me to control my wolf Selene and I did, by minimising contacts with her, trying to live as normal as possible. But that slap angered me and the wolf inside me. She wanted to resurface and claw her eyes out. 'What are you glaring at, you b***h?', the woman spitted out. And she raised her arms again, Right when I was about to retaliate and slap her back, a man dangerously stepped in front of me. A dark and powerful aura radiating from him. If I was not a werewolf, his aura alone would be enough to make me cower in fear. 'TRY TOUCHING MY MATE AGAIN AND I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OUT', the man said in a cold deadly tone whilst catching the lady's arm mid-air. Did he just say mate? Is he talking about me? Right when I was about to ask him. Samuel the manager came amidst the crowd that was being gathered and walked towards the man in front of me, 'Sir Ian Vanslord, is everything alright?'. Suddenly his smell hit me and it was the most intoxicating thing ever. My body started feeling weak being so close to him. Only one word constantly ringing in her brain. MATE. IAN VANSLORD IS MY MATE?