Chapter 1- Scotty
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Scotty POV
Present day.....
Death and destruction.
They never talk about the aftermath of an ambush or war. The clearing of the bodies. The washing away of the blood. The constant sound of crying in the distance. The smell of the burning flesh of family and foe.
I'm angry.
Beyond angry.
Livid.
The rage that wound around my bones like poison ivy tightened and I turned murderous at the thought of all the unnecessary death. Why were wolves hell bent on destruction when peace an option?
I rubbed my wolf tattoo on my forearm, wiping away any trace of mud and blood. I had played my part and killed for my people. The souls that I had collected today will haunt me for a life time.
The Rogue MC, our haven masked as a little club where Rogues hid away from the cruelty in the world had been turned upside down. We may not have lost everything but we lost too much. The price too high.
I hated pack wolves. My chest tightened at the thought of my own family being destroyed by a power hungry, jealous pack.
They were selfish and killed innocents just to gain power or money they never needed. They acted before they asked questions. They were greedy and not even ashamed. I was once a pack wolf but being a Rogue opened my eyes. Looking from the outside in, I realised how hideous pack wolves were.
Entitled.
Always looking down on others, never wanting to help out smaller helpless packs. Always branding the Rogue as monsters.
The Rogue MC a stark contrast. Where pack wolves would shun, we would nurture. Where packs wolves would kill, we would ask questions. A wolves innocent until proven guilty instead of instantly killed. We were no push overs, in fact Ian, one of the founders and beta ended up being of the strongest wolves in the world.
Yet that didn't save all of us from result of war.
Now we were in the aftermath. The battle had come and gone, another page in the history book for the Rogue MC.
Yet the battle had opened old wounds. The day my family taken away from me had shattered my soul.
I had tried to forget my past, to move on but for some reason something deep, within the darkest part of my mind, called me home.
Maybe it's time. Maybe I have to face the man that destroyed my life. Maybe I'm strong enough to take back my pack.
Or maybe I'm just running away from my current dilemma. Would the pack accept me now. I had abandoned them.
The fact that I have to deal with my fated mate betraying his own pack, betraying me and feeding information to a power hungry wolf made me want to burry my head for a decade. He had played a part in the death and destruction that lay at my door.
The thought made my blood boil. I had been betrayed before and I had lost too much in the past. Hell I lost everything and everyone. I had my suspicion to begin with but now I truly believed that I could never trust him.
My wolf on edge and pacing, knowing my next move before I did.
Then again, I had my own secrets. I guess we couldn't trust each other. To him, I am Scotty the biker Rogue with colorful tattoos and floppy hair but that isn't my true identity.
My name isn't even Scotty.
Now all I could think about is rejecting him, breaking that unique magical bond all wolves crave.
I had to set him free. I had to set us both free.
I didn't want to be without him.
In truth, I wanted to bend him over the kitchen counter were he now stood and bury myself deep inside him. Make him call out my name in sheer pleasure. Sink my teeth into that perfect spot to mark him as mine forever. Parts of me twitching in excitement at the mere thought as my wolf howled with joy in my mind.
"Scotty. I can explain..." His sultry voice breaking me away from my own thoughts.
Zeke tried to step closer to me.
His beautiful rich brown eyes drew me in momentarily like a bear drawn to honey. My eyes dragging down taking in every part of his solid impressive form as he stood strong like a true warrior. His dark skin glistening with sweat as a watched a tiny bead break free and travel down his chest.
Fuck. Zeke is nothing but beautiful as his taunt muscles flexed under my gaze.
The blood spray along his trousers made my anger flare even more. The gash on his bare chest sending me into supernova. Someone had hurt my mate and, even though I should hate him, I still felt the need to tend to him; make sure everything was alright.
I reached for the antibacterial wipes and stormed over to him. His breath hitched slightly as he braced himself. A hint of fear of what I may do to him.
Zeke could probably sense my anger.
I dabbled down on the open wound as he hissed. Part of me happy that to see the hint of pain. The other turning murderous. The moment turned tender as I controlled my rage. Zeke sensing my calmness went to reach for my hand but I moved away.
The whimper from his mouth pulled on my heart strings.
"Scotty. Please...." He whispered.
Those brown eyes pleading.
Zeke wanted to touch me as much I as I wanted to kiss his full lips but I refused. The betrayal stuck in the back of my throat threatening to spill from my mouth as I tried to push it back down.
Pushing me until I couldn't stop myself.
"How could you..." I shook my head and held up my hand before he attempted to answer.
I didn't want to know why he betrayed his own pack for that despicable Alpha.
The way that Alpha spoke of my mate I only had to guess what they had been up too. I couldn't even bring myself to think of his name let alone say it. Jealously weighed down on my chest that he had been intimate with another, the feeling pushed away as I wasn't an angel. His betrayal different. Trading your pack for some stolen time with an outside Alpha.
Despicable.
The thought making my stomach churn.
Turning away I leaned against the kitchen sink of the empty cabin looking out the window. The Rogue MC, my small pack of stray rogues, had become eerily quiet. The battle had taken its toll on the pack. It had taken close friends and family.
My mate had given that dickhead of an Alpha information about a neighbouring pack that helped him do horrible things. My mate happily betraying his own pack all for a little attention from the big bad Alpha. The more I thought of it, the more hatred swirled through my chest and clung onto my heart.
Zeke's hands landed on my side and moved slowly to the front of my stomach. His beautiful dark skin a stark contract to my paleness.
The first time I set eyes on him, I couldn't believe how magnificent of a mate I had been gifted and all for me. I wasn't entirely surprised by my mate being male. I had always preferred men but I indulged in male and female.
I closed my eyes as I felt Zeke lean his forehead between my shoulder blades.
The day we met he knocked the wind out of my sails. Standing in the Rogue X club office collecting two drunk pups from his pack, I never witnessed a sight like him. His strong scent enveloped me and his dark chocolate eyes lite up my soul. I instantly went to touch him, be near him but his face went from excited to anxious. He pulled away. Part of me unsure whether he was disappointed that I was a male or a rogue. We should have been celebrating. Finding a fated mate is so rare and beautiful.
Then again it isn't all his fault.
All this time we had know each other, Zeke had kept me at arms length and if I was honest to myself, I obliged easily. I wasn't too happy that my mate ended up being a pack wolf. I needed time to think it over aswell but the betrayal. That hit me like a ton of bricks. How could he go against his own pack?
His own family.
His brothers and sisters.
I needed to get away from him. To think clearly, to gather strength and go ahead with the plan.
Pushing away, I stood and stared at the other half of my soul.
"I have to go." The words tasting sour on my tongue.
"Scotty. Please. Let me explain. Its not..." Zeke started.
"Its not what I think? You didn't betray your pack?" I shouted, anger rising.
"I... no... yes... no. Let me start by saying...." Zeke scratched the back of his neck then pressed his hands together as if praying.
"I can't do this now, Zeke. I need some... space." I stated over my shoulder as I headed for the door.
I needed a drink, a dance and something to take my mind off my traitorous mate. I needed a distraction.
An image flashed in my mind. A pretty face similar to my own and a giggle echoed in my mind.
Matilda.
The thought of my little sister and her wicked laugh haunted me. Zeke had put his whole pack at risk even the innocent pups. Hell. He put all the Rogue MC pups at risk. That dickhead of an Alpha made a beeline for my nephews. Anger choked me as my little sister's face smiled at me. My heart squeezed and my wolf howled as I shifted running for the tree line.
Why would my mind taunt me with my family right now?
I needed to get out of here. I needed to be... a Rogue.
To be free.
This all too much.
The loss of my friends and family.
The betrayal of my mate.
How can you love someone but also hate them? Why did the fates mock me? The Moon Goddess playing me as a personal puppet. No I'm more of a personal punch bag. Couldn't the fates just take pity for once and give me an easy ride.
My wolf pushed on and I shut out the world.
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