Rogue Wolf's Obsession

CHAPTER THREE

(CLEIN POV)

When my pupils popped open, my head spun wildly.

"Damn it!" My body twisted sideways, and a deep, gruff grunt came from my throat.

I hauled my torso up from the muddy ground where I'd been lying for who knows how long, shaking my head to clear my eyesight.

It took a few seconds for my senses to return to normal before I peered about, only to be disappointed to see it was still dark and I was in unfamiliar woods.

I jerked my torso up from the muddy ground where I'd been lying for who knows how long, shaking my head to clear my eyesight.

It took a few seconds for my senses to return to normal before I peered about, only to be disappointed to discover it was still dark while I was stuck in uncharted woods.

My brow furrowed with concentration.

"What the f**k am I doing in this place?" I mumbled.

Despite feeling weak and as though I were in the clouds, I managed to straighten up, but my legs trembled and eventually gave out. Had I not clung to a nearby tree and leaned against it, I would have been snagged by the earth.

The word "s**t!" came out from my dry lips as my stomach roiled and I vomited the last meal I had eaten, and my eyesight spiraled like a whirlpool once more. I took a big breath and wiped my mouth, wincing.

"Geez. How much chloroform did I take in?"

My eyes widened, and my mind instantly froze.

Chloroform?

After forcefully swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I recalled all that had transpired before getting into the unfamiliar setting.

Someone crossed the road between Moonstone and Savagestone while I was heading to Ravenstone. A rogue then attacked me once I got out of my car. The scoundrel startled me by giving me a hard blow to the face and then pressing a f*****g chloroform-soaked hankie to my nose.

"Hell!" In a state of alarm, I let out a displeased growl. "Don't tell me I'm in the hands of those sons of a b***h again?"

It had been two years since the rogues captured me. Fortunately, the Alliance arrived right away and rescued me.

If my intuition is correct, this would be the second time I had been taken, and I doubted the Alphas would come to my aid again because the circumstances were significantly different.

Why?

No one knew I had left Moonstone and was on my way to Ravenstone before I was nabbed. Stupidly, I departed our pack secretly as I always did to keep my sister and her spy from following me.

If I had known someone worse was waiting for my ambush, I would have tolerated her fixation with monitoring me.

"s**t!" I exclaimed aloud.

Is it a jinx for me to go through hell again with those stinky mutts?

I exhaled sharply, gritted my teeth, and began moving. Whining would not help, therefore, my objective was to learn where I was in the wilderness.

"Hey Ninja, are you okay?" I double-checked my inner wolf as I waddled towards a nearby illumination.

A satisfied sigh fled my lips as I listened to her faint whimper. At that point, I relied on her strong instincts to keep me protected.

In a volatile state, I resumed striding when I grew aware of someone behind me. My instinct kicked in. My body whirled around and took a defensive stance, but I was surprised to see it wasn't a rogue, but a tall woman with dark shoulder-length hair. Her face and clothes were crusted with filth, but her aroma was not similar to the scoundrels.

"What are you doing out here in the open?" she snarled as if I had committed a grave sin, and before I could respond, she grabbed my left arm and pulled me behind a giant tree.

To my astonishment, I spotted other women in the bushes, appearing to be hiding.

From what?

From whom?

I had no freaking idea.

"Do you intend to kill yourself? The sun is about to rise, and the rogue hunt will start soon; do you want them to capture you?" The girl clutching my arm hissed again and flashed a nasty glance before withdrawing her hand from me.

"Rogue hunt?" I spoke in an unsteady voice, still dazed. "What the f*****g hell is that? What is going on here?" I went on, an unsettling sensation building in my gut.

The woman stared at me as if I had grown another head. "You don't know about the rogue hunt?" She quickly examined my entire physique and snickered, "You're not an Omega slave, am I right?"

"Duh!" I answered with my eyes rolling.

Isn't it obvious from my signature clothing? No offense intended, but an Omega slave couldn't afford to purchase them.

Nonetheless, I did not express my thoughts because I was intrigued by the rogue hunt.

The woman appeared to have guessed what I was interested in hearing. She let out a hollow snort as she crossed her arms above her big bosoms, which were almost visible through her body-hugging garments. "All right, listen up, and I'll explain."

"All right," I replied, leaning against the tree because I was still feeling drowsy, and afterwards listened to her.

"We are currently inside the territory of the mad wolves," she disclosed.

I emitted a hum.

The territory of the mad wolves?

It was the first time I heard about it.

"It's the beginning of the rogues' hunting season, which they horrendously celebrate annually."

My eyes strained as I grew increasingly engaged by the rogue hunt. "You've got my ears; keep going."

She stared at me as if trying to frighten me, but I refused to react.

I was never terrified of those rascals. I even got into a heated brawl with a group of those shits the first time they detained me in Grimstone.

The woman before me sniggered, frustrated that she had failed to discourage me. "Instead of hunting wild animals, they are using Omega slaves and noble she-wolves as their prey," she continued with a huff and puff

This motivated me to straighten up my spine. I had a suspicion those cretins were sick, but I had no clue they were this obscene. Nonetheless, it is not sufficient to make me jump.

"You understand everything I told you, correct?" The woman I was conversing with cracked a grin as she looked directly into my eyes.

I smirked back at her, moved away from the tree, and headed towards her. "Understood. Omega Slaves and noble she-wolves are prey for those mutts." Keeping a tiny gap between us, I paused and responded, savoring the aggravation that rose in her orifices.

I comprehended I was one of the rogue hunt's alleged targets, but I am strong enough to reverse the script and become the predator during this ludicrous game.

Therefore, the individual who kidnapped and brought me to Mad Wolf territory would meet severe consequences.

And that's a promise.

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(THIRD POV)

Mad Wolves Territory

Gunnar's Brick House

"Big Brother Sun! Well, are you also going to hunt cunt? Are you, are you?" In the hallway, Nova Gunnar, a ten-year-old pup with brown locks and tan complexion, rushed after his elder brother as his tiny boots clattered noisily on the brick floor.

The twenty-four-year-old Torch Gunnar, six feet tall, with dark, clean-cut hair and sun-kissed skin, stopped in place of the oldest. Their youngest was accosted by the second-eldest Gunnar, who whacked him on the head.

"Pay attention to what you say, kid! It is hunting she-wolves, not cunt!"

Nova groaned and cupped his throbbing crown. "What is the difference?" "You hunt those Omegas for their cunt—ouch." His words were interrupted by another smack.

"Shut your f*****g filthy mouth, you little brat!" Torch scowled and was about to kick Nova away, but was thwarted by Blaze Gunnar, the third.

"Leave the runt alone, brother," the third prince mumbled, standing five feet eleven inches tall with a white complexion and brown, sleek curls. He grabbed their younger brother and nudged him forward. "Into your room, Nova," he urged.

The youngest prince protested, pushing his tongue out to annoy his older siblings. "Wait until I'm an adult wolf, you losers! I'll be the best rogue hunter, and I'll get all those cunt to myself!" He eventually ran back to his room following his threats.

Torch and Blaze exchanged glances and wheezed.

"I think we should kill the little s**t before he becomes the best cunt-hunter," Torch stated, joking.

Blaze shook his head. "Or maybe it's time you stopped teaching Nova anymore crap."

Torch elbowed Blaze in response, but didn't say anything else because he knew he had impacted their youngest.

"In any case," Blaze repeated as they continued their stroll. "I heard one of the Moons is on one of the rogue hunt lists."

Torch's brow wrinkled. "Which one?"

"The one from two years ago, broth—" Blaze hadn't finished his sentence when a hand unexpectedly seized his throat. Before the third Gunnar could blink, he was catapulted into the air and smashed against the brick wall with a bang.

"Did I just hear you talking about my Moon, bug?" Sun Gunnar, their eldest sibling, appeared before Blaze impassively.

Perplexed, the third Gunnar grimaced. He was certain Sun was a few steps ahead of them.

How he moved with such speed that he didn't detect his attack was beyond him.

"Well, my brother, I'm waiting," Sun murmured in a monotonously deep voice, his enigmatic gaze fixed squarely on Blaze's eyes.

"S-someone instructed one of our assassins to eliminate Clein Moon, brother," Blaze waved quickly in an unstable tone. "However, the bastard intends to engage in the hunting game and add the b***h to the target list."

Sun Gunnar nodded. After petting his cheek, he finally let Blaze go. "Get your rifles ready, brothers, and let's start hunting cunt."