Rogue Wolf's Obsession

CHAPTER SEVEN

-CLEIN'S POV-

"WEAR THIS, BITCH." A lab coat was presented to me by a tall and attractive blonde-haired doctor. I quickly reached for the white garment and put it on before sitting on the edge of a gurney.

As I squeezed my butt into the bed, I gave him a furious scowl and snarled, "Call me b***h again, and I'll kick your ass, quack."

The elevated rogue healer chuckled as he gathered his medical supplies, unaffected by my warning.

"It's no surprise that the big boss is smitten with you. You're definitely a brave bi-- she-wolf." With a sneer on his face, he walked back in front of me.

I knew he was trying to aggravate me in that manner, so I snickered and sarcastically murmured, "Should I be thankful for that?"

Even if I didn't owe them any response, I should state unequivocally that their boss was unappealing to me.

As the doctor shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, I rolled my eyes and examined the infirmary room where the mutt who had given me a gunshot wound had taken me.

The medical facility is located outside the forest area of the Mad Wolves Territory, at the back of an immense brick dwelling that I assumed belonged to their Big Boss.

Sighing, I was taken aback by how well-organized the infirmary was. It's been freshly painted with a light blue tone and is rather large. With medical cabinets stocked with pharmaceuticals in one corner, medical tables on the other side with sophisticated medical/surgical equipment, and medical beds on the distant walls.

I nodded to myself.

Not too shabby.

I wasn't astonished if they could buy expensive equipment because I was well aware they were linked to werewolf mafias. They engage in kidnapping, assassination, gun trafficking, and other criminal activities in order to gain billions of dollars and more. They could commit atrocities all over the werewolf realm without blinking an eye.

They are vicious.

Son of a b***h with no heart!

"I wonder what Alpha Charlie Moon's daughter is doing in the rogue's den." The doctor dragged my focus back to him.

While cleansing my wound, the doctor drew my focus back to him.

My expression became solemn.

"You tell me, quack," I snarled, my rage piercing my vessels. "I was on my way to Raven Stone city when a stinking rogue attacked and threw me into the middle of the Rogue Hunt." Oh, no! "What do you want from me this time?"

The healer sighed and adjusted his spectacles. "Does Boss Sun know about this?"

"Boss Sun?" I replied, grimacing. "Who the hell is that?"

He flicked his tongue and responded, "The Big Boss, duh! b***h!"

My teeth ground in annoyance, and I was tempted to kick the rogue who was taking care of me.

"I am not a psychic, quack," I stated while emphasizing each syllable. "How will I know your boss's name if I never meet him even once?" And why are you continuously referring to me as a b***h? Do you wish to die?"

I am a wolf, not a female dog!

"Chill, Miss Moon," the doctor replied, chuckling. I am not your enemy." "You see, the boss ordered us not to touch or get near you after the incident three years ago," he said as he began putting a bandage on my leg. I'm merely curious about the brainless i***t who disobeyed Boss Sun and brought you here."

The pack doctor rose up, shaking his head, as my baffled gaze followed him.

"Well, I don't f*****g get it," I rasped, for I was equally confused. "For what reason would your boss issue an order to his men, as if he was concerned about my well-being? Who the hell is this freaking Boss Sun you're talking about, huh?"

According to what the physicians said, their leader appeared to be wanting to protect me.

But why is that so? I've never met him.

My head was flooded with many questions as the infirmary's door slid open unexpectedly. A small boy, I assumed was nine years old, entered the room. My head snapped at him and the corner of my mouth lifted.

"Master Nova," the quack muttered as he bowed slightly and greeted the boy.

The small mongrel, who was dressed only in boxer shorts, disregarded him and sauntered forward, a smug smirk on his face. "Are you the one? Tell me, are you? Are you sure?" He chittered and came to a halt about an inch away from me.

"Tell you what?" I blinked, perplexed, while Ninja growled, not appreciating the fact that she was able to smell his sweat.

The boy's grin broadened as his eyes scanned my entire body. "Are you my Brother Sun's cunt, huh? Are you sure? "Are you-ouch!"

I smacked his skull before he could complete his final phrase. "You fraudulent little rascal!" I yelled at him loudly enough that my voice could be heard throughout the entire area.

In distress, my blood rose to my head.

Seriously.

Did he refer to me as a cunt?

A f*****g c-!

I inhaled deeply and combed my unkempt hair. What's the problem with these thugs calling me a b***h, a w***e, and a cunt? Do I have the outside appearance of a lower-class woman? And then there was the runt. If I could find out who f*****g educated the kid with those vile words, I vow I'd f*****g beat him to a pulp!

"But I heard the news!" Master Nova, the boy, grasped his head and grumbled. "Brother Sun joined the hunt too to see his cunt from three years ago, and I thought it was you, you ugly violent witch!"

I turned to face the gleeful pack doctor, growling. "Would you mind holding that mutt for me?" I'm going to stand up and strangle that little bug!" I knew it was horrible to hit such a small kid, but he was the first to call me ugly and a witch! I may not be in a relationship at the time, but I know I have the looks to make anyone fall for me. So, yes! This obnoxious brat is definitely going to get what he deserves. I shifted and was ready to go for the little annoying rogue when someone cleared his throat from the doorway.

"I will bring Miss Moon to her assigned room if you're done tending to her, Doctor Vee." It was the rogue who wounded me.

I scoffed.

Bad timing!

"We're not done yet, runt!" I told the small mutt, who backed away from me and snorted.

Snickering, I slipped down the gurney. Because my wound was still throbbing in anguish, I crouched. Nonetheless, it was a relief to be able to stand on my own.

"I'll see you around, Ms. Moon," Vee, the doctor, remarked as he pressed the unfastened eyeglass to his aqua blue orifices.

I let out a huff. "You won't see me around next time, quack, because I have no plans to stay here any longer," I assured him as I walked out of the infirmary. To be honest, I couldn't handle that kind of environment. The whole area reminded me of the Grim Stone Pack, where the werewolf mafia's successor's men had brought me three years ago.

My chest squeezed whenever those recollections came to mind. Up until that point, I had blamed myself for Tyron's near-death experience. My sister always said it was my fault, and she was right. It was entirely my fault. The Alliance risked their lives to save me from the horrible beasts. Tyron was shot in return. He fell alongside the arc bridge and nearly perished, causing Christine to suffer.

Damn it..

Because of that, I couldn't forgive myself.

Because of the guilt that had been eating me every day since the incident, I couldn't even look my best friend in the eyes. Her sobs and tears ripped and stabbed at my heart like knives. I took a deep breath. I had no idea how to make amends with them or forgive myself. Maybe I will someday. When I finally confronted the renegade who sparked the revolt and caused Christine so much agony.

I'll make him pay severely for that.

That heinous beast.

That heartless werewolf mafia King's successor.