Chapter 6: The Man From Last Night

Fiona's POV

“Fiona, you will take the elite forces, and welcome the Rogue King—we will be joining you soon.”  

My mother said, and just like that I was forced to go outside to welcome this rogue king.  

Cars lined the gate entrance, and my heart started pounding when the doors opened.  

Men dressed in black suits flanked both sides. I swallowed.  

People always said rogues lived like animals, and a few that crossed past the borders were made as slaves.  

A figure emerged, sharp. Clean and awfully familiar.  

He caught the light, making it incredibly hard to see his face, but the more he was impossibly hard to ignore or deny.  

Moon goddess, please. Not him.  

It was—sadly.  

That rogue I spent the night with.  

Now he looked even more arrogant, wearing a long dark coat, leaving his chest open.  

I gulped, feeling the air around me turning hot.  

Welcome…. He walked past the people sent to welcome him and came in front of me.  

Fifi was moving with unrestrained excitement, but my heart was pounding hard against my ears.  

In front of everyone, he leaned to reach my ears.  

“We meet again, little wolf—” his nose grazed the curve of my neck. It made the hairs lift with effect.  

I locked my throat as he took a long sniff of my scent.  

Then he rumbled a growl. “You carry my scent—you must like the gift I left.”  

Jolting back, I lowered my head, extending my greetings.  

“Greetings, Rogue King—what brings you here to Nightshade?”  

“You.”  

I peeled my gaze up to see him, hands in his coat pocket, revealing his exposed chest. Claw marks from last night—my claw marks still plastered red on his skin.  

Oh moon goddess.  

The people around me were already starting to whisper.  

He smirked and started moving like he was admiring the place.  

“I’ve heard rumors that the oldest daughter of the Nightshade pack is a sight to behold.” His gaze found mine; blush crept from my neck as he smirked. “Indeed.”  

The footsteps from behind me forced me to look away.  

It was my parents. They only dared to show their faces when there was no threat.  

“Oh, you must be the Rogue King…” my father started, taking measured steps forward.  

“No need to act buttery. We are still enemies,” he said.  

Silence filled the air.  

As if my sins couldn’t get any worse. He wasn’t just any rogue, but the legendary Rogue that lived for years. He’s hunted and killed us for years, but why can’t I take my eyes off him?  

Or stop myself from noticing how good his earrings elevated his appearance.  

This was bad—really bad.  

For a sin like this—I could be executed because rogues are forbidden.  

He lifted his lips when my father asked why he was here in Nightshade.  

And his words were simple. A peace treaty.  

But I didn’t believe that. This war had been on for generations, and he decided to call a truce now?  

“Okay, your majesty. My pack and I will see to it that your stay here will be nothing short of pleasure.”  

“He’s staying here?” I snapped a little too loud; everyone turned to look at me.  

“Is there a problem, my lady?” he said, and towered back to me.  

“No…” my voice came out small.  

His malicious grin stole another breath as he leaned in. Then mouthed, “I don’t bite.”  

I peeled my gaze from my father to see that he was staring at us with suspicion. Instantly, I put a distance between us.  

“Your Majesty,” my father called to him, but this rogue didn’t take his eyes off me. And it made sweat lace underneath my arm, soaking my shirt.  

“Call me Lord Isaiah.”  

It felt like he was speaking to me.  

“Lord Isaiah,” a servant gestured that it was time to leave.  

He only arched a brow and the servant took a hesitant step backward.  

He turned to my father. “Alpha Marcus,”  

“Isaiah's gaze swept over the estate before settling on me.

“Your eldest daughter will accompany me.”

My father's expression tightened. “Fiona has wedding preparations—”

“Then consider this part of her duties.” His voice remained calm. “Unless you would rather I believe the Nightshade Pack cannot spare a few hours for its honored guest.”  

My father’s face turned pale; he stared at my mother who had been silently watching us. She shook her head, but he chuckled. The kind of chuckle that was merely out of formality.  

My father’s eyes narrowed forward, and it seemed as though he was going to protest.  

In a situation like this, if the rogue king snapped and changed his mind the people would suffer. If he was really here for a truce then the war would be over.  

“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”  

The tension didn’t disperse from the air, even after I said. And Lord Isaiah seemed to be having the time of his life, tormenting me. Because this was the only explanation for this.  

“Is there a problem?” His eyes, still on me.

“When did you last eat?”

I blinked. “What?”

His gaze dropped briefly to my waist before returning to my face.

“I asked when you last ate.”

“This…”my throat cleared. His expression darkened. “Morning.”

 “And don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I'm dying.”

His jaw tightened. “You're too thin.”

I stared at him.

No one had ever noticed.

“It's none of your business.” 

“Are you going to pretend we don’t know each other?”  

My grip tightened, feet slowed. Then stopped.  

I bumped into his chest. Then he grabbed my waist and forced me closer.  

His hard bulge pressed against my ass, and I closed my thighs.  

“Stop this…”  

I thrashed.  

He moved, forced me against the wall, pinned me with his body.  

“Please….” I begged softly.  

“Shhhh.” He whispered, one hand pushed my hair from my face, moved it past my shoulder.  

“I told you not to provoke me yesterday.” His tongue flicked, trailed the bone of my neck.  

“Stop…please. If they see…”  

“Let them.” He growled, mouth closed around my ear. “Didn’t you want this…you begged for this last night. Or have you forgotten?”  

“No…stop. Last night…” I panted, shutting my eyes.  

If anyone saw me like this, I'd be dead.  

“Last night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that…”  

His teeth bit my skin. I flinched.  

“I don’t care.” He whispered.  

“I’m promised to another. If they find out…”  

He thrust his hips forward; a dark chuckle burned through the heat.  

His fingers brushed the mark on my neck.

“You have no idea what you are,  don't you little wolf.”

“What does that mean?”

He leaned closer, his lips almost touching my ear.

“You'll find out soon enough.”