Chapter 3: Red on the White Snow

The metallic stench of blood and the damp earth of the rogue lands filled my nostrils, waking my still-weak senses.

Groaning as I felt a sharp pain shoot through my stomach, moving my body a little bit.

My inner wolf whimpered, a low, agonizing sound that echoed the devastating emptiness in my womb.

Expecting to be scratched by something hard, I went stiff as I felt myself rub on something soft with a sweet scent lingering in the air.

The heavy, intoxicating musk of pine, sweet, and wild amber wrapped around me, a scent so primal it made my omega instincts flare with confusion.

Wanting to stand up until I heard a dark, groovy voice whisper, “I don't think she's still alive; I mean, she did loss her pu—”

The deep voice vibrated with pure, untamed Rogue's power, sending a shiver of absolute terror down my spine. A loud smack was heard before another voice, more authoritative, said, "Shut that mouth of yours, Marcus.”

A dominant growl accompanied the strike, the raw energy in the room shifting as the massive presences asserted their hierarchy. Perking my eyes open a little bit to know whether I was as safe or held captive, the moon goddess not being on my side.

My golden wolf eyes flashed in the dim light, my feral senses on high alert as I scanned the wooden cabin. I clicked eyes with the broad-looking one, who stiffened immediately. We both locked eyes.

A jolting kind of electricity struck my chest, the undeniable spark of a soul-tie igniting as his pupils blew wide, entirely consumed by his inner beast.

Opening my mouth to scream in terror as I saw that I was in a rogue's territory, the calm looking one perched immediately, walking closer to me with his hands out in a calming way.

He suppressed his crushing Alpha aura, desperately trying to keep my skittish omega from bolting back into the deadly forest. "Easy, we are not enemies; I just wanted to help. We do know you from somewhere but you—”

Moving my body, not letting his hands touch my skin, I hissed with my fangs out, but one of them just chuckled.

My claws out, slicing into the thick furs beneath me as a primal, defensive snarl ripped from my throat. With a smirk he said, "She's feisty, yeah.”

His eyes flashed a brilliant, predatory gold, completely unfazed by my pathetic display of omega aggression. Looking around to at least grab anything to save myself in case things went south.

My survival instincts screamed at me to shift and run, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The calm one with his arms outstretched said, "Easy, I'm Davon; this is Marcus, and there's Kael," he said, pointing to his fellows.

The sheer size of them was terrifying; they were scarred warriors forged in the bloodiest rogue battles, reeking of lethal power. “And we are brothers." He paused, looking at me like he wanted me to understand what he was saying, but I didn't give a damn thing away.

Triplets. The rarest and most dangerous phenomenon in the werewolf world, sharing one lethal pack mind. I still kept my facial expressionless.

I locked my terrified wolf down, burying her deep so they couldn't smell the cold sweat of my fear. “We followed your trail down to the Mid Forest and saw you slumped down with an enforcer over you. We killed and got you out just in time, but your pup died.”

The mention of the enforcer brought back the scent of Zach's betrayal, and the brutal reality of my torn womb hit me like a silver blade. A scoff ripped through me as I heard that I lost my pup, I don't blame the pup, I would have gone if I was dragged through the woods like that.

My wolf howled a silent, mourning cry, her spirit shattered by the loss of the tiny life we were supposed to protect. Seeing that I wouldn't say anything further apart from a scoff, he did something with his head, and the one called Marcus came forward with a bowl of water.

The unspoken telepathy between them was seamless, a terrifying display of their unbreakable rogue bond. Nudging it closer to me, Davon said, “Drink some healing water we—”

“And why would I take anything from a rogue?” I asked, trying to be careful with my words, as I know they could tear me into pieces if they wanted to.

My heart hammered against my ribcage, knowing my fragile neck was just one snap away from being broken by these feral giants. A laugh ripped through Marcus's lips as he stared at me, his Adam's apple bobbing as he raised his neck.

His fangs glinted in the low light, a dangerous, thrilling sight that made my treacherous omega instincts purr. "Well, we didn't hang your bones on a tree for your pack to come see; that should be enough for you.”

The dark reality of rogue laws hung heavy in the air; they were apex predators who usually killed trespassers on sight. “I never said that I needed help from you, Rogue.” I replied back to him cockily.

It was a bluff, a desperate shield to hide the fact that my wolf was already submitting to their overwhelming pheromones. The quiet one who has been staring at me like I was a piece of meat finally decided to talk.

Kael’s voice was a dark, rumbling earthquake, vibrating with an ancient magic that commanded the very air in the room to still. “We wouldn't harm you even if we wanted to; we are mated to you.”

Just with the word "mate," my wolf, who has been quiet, suddenly whimpered, suddenly growling, making my head hurt.

She paced frantically, torn between the agony of Zach's recent rejection and the intoxicating, possessive pull of these three dark Alphas.

I could hear it whispering the word over and over again, and I could feel myself sinking into the soft mattress I was laid out on.

Three distinct, blazing tethers of pure soul-magic slammed into my chest, forcefully binding my spirit to theirs in an unbreakable covenant. I am mated to Rogue's, and three at that.

It was an unheard-of phenomenon, a legendary bond that would make me the most hunted omega in the werewolf kingdom. The Moon goddess can't be so much crueler to me, huh.

Fate had severed me from a weak Alpha only to throw me to the wolves who ruled the lawless shadows. Not even having the strength to mutter any words out, I took the water from Marcus and drank it.

Their eyes tracked my every movement, their pupils expanding with raw, possessive hunger as their mate accepted their offering. Feeling it gliding down my throat smoothly, I felt myself feeling a different kind of energy take through my body as I slid to lay down properly.

The Moon Goddess's essence in the water immediately went to work, knitting my torn flesh and soothing my battered soul. “Kael get the meat; she needs some strength." Looking at me, he whispered lowly just for me to hear, “Keep your eyes open for me; you need to eat.”

Davon's voice was laced with a gentle rogue's command, one that didn't force me down but wrapped around me like a warm, protective blanket. “What were you doing late yesterday night?”

A dark, dangerous undertone bled into his words, his inner beast clawing at the surface, desperate to hunt whoever had broken his mate. Not wanting to utter any words yet, I ignored him.

I turned my head away, exposing the fading, bruised mark of my former pack on my neck. “You can choose not to talk, but whoever made you scratch your skin like that wouldn't live to see the next day if you'd just give us a name?!”