Alpha Conrad: Born as an Alpha raised as a Rogue

*MacKenzie*"Please, Kenzie. Wake up, baby girl." I heard a distant but desperate voice begging me to open my eyes. I felt drained from all the energy, as if some mystic power sucked all my happiness, leaving behind a void, buzzing in my ears and a stinging sensation in my body.I started to stir, groaning in pain, annoyance, or some unfamiliar reason, but my chest hurt the most as if I was stabbed, yet the culprit was a novice and couldn't kill me properly."Ouch." I wined as I massaged my numb chest."Oh, my God. Kenzie. I'm so glad you're up." I felt Robbie's strong arms around me and winced in pain. "Sorry, what the hell happened to you?" He asked, almost yelling as he scanned my body.What happened? That's a pretty good question. My mind seemed to be on drugs because nothing came close to explaining why I was unconscious and in pain on my cabin's floor. I looked around, hoping to find clues, but my vision also suffered as everything spun."I remember Esther," I mumbled, remember

*MacKenzie* I was skeptical about Robbie’s decision to join that mysterious woman and her bodyguards. Not because they all looked scary in their massive wolf forms running around us as if they were escorting us to death, not leading to the safe place. But because the trip itself doubled the uneasiness in my stomach. We’ve traveled the entire day and didn’t reach the rogue King’s territory. We have camped the night at some cabin in the middle of nowhere where the five wolves guarded it like a fortress with their queen inside. That’s how I’d describe the way they treated Claire. Like the queen, they vowed to protect with their lives. The next day, we woke up with the sunrise, and after eating breakfast, we continued our journey. My ass was as sore as ever, straddling for so many hours, the wolf running at his most speed. My knuckles turned white with the intensity I gripped his fur, preventing me from falling. I have ridden on Seath before, but it was just for a few minutes and never

*Mackenzie*Mrs. Kringle wrapped the herb bread in the cloth and shoved it into my hands before practically kicking me out of the bakery to go home. I stumbled, almost falling, but she didn’t care as she raised her finger, threatening me.„You better go home, Kenzie, this instant. I am not keeping you more than necessary, and you should have been at home for at least two hours preparing for the storm.” I listened to her with a scowl on my face. Mrs. Kringle, as she likes to be called, was the sweetest older lady I have ever met. With her warm amber-gold eyes, gray hair tied in a high bun, and a plump figure, she looked much like Santa Claus’s wife. The only difference was that Mrs. Kringle didn’t wear red. She preferred blue.„But you still need help with the rolls for the King’s manor, and the storm looks to be far enough so I could help you with the job and return

*Mackenzie*The storm night went surprisingly peacefully. With my new companion and the warmth beaming from the fireplace, I slept as well as ever. Although it was a dreamless night, a wave of calmness washed over me when I woke up. The kitten was awake, too, staring at me with his big yellow eyes.„You want some milk, kitten?” I asked, yawning.The little creature meowed in response without moving from his comfortable and warm spot. Giggling, I got up from my makeshift bed by the fireplace, grabbed the bowl, and went to the kitchen. I grabbed the milk from the fridge, poured a glass for me, and filled the bowl for the kitten. I looked out the window over the sink to check for any damage the storm had caused during the night. Surprisingly, I noticed no severe damage besides some soaked garden furniture, fallen leaves on the porch, and one small broken flowerpot. I checked the light switch in the kitchen, and it worked, as a warm glow illuminated above the table.„We better check with

*Mackenzie*My hands shook uncontrollably as I strode after Mrs. Kringle along the path leading through the barely lit grove. Like an obedient servant, I followed her with my head hung low, occasionally glancing at the building we passed.There was nothing wrong with our journey except for the fact that I felt like a condemned man heading for beheading. I knew I did nothing wrong, and Robert could confirm my testimony, yet the feeling of shame never left me when Mrs. Kringle told me about the survivor.My father was known for his brutal ways with prisoners, and gender didn’t matter to him. If he believed in someone's guilt, he stopped at nothing to achieve his intended goal. Those screams of terror were my nightmare for the first two years spent in his pack. Esther provided me with my daily dose of screams when she locked me down in the cell to hear it.Nightmares weren’t the worst. The worst was that hopeless when they begged for help, and I couldn’t do anything. But she added anothe