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I walk into the room and don’t bother to turn the lights on. My heightened senses allow me to see just fine in the dark, and even though I know his sight is just as good in the dark, there’s something comforting about it that makes me feel like I can hide. Atticus closes the door and takes two steps into the room before he stops and just stares at me. There’s a soft glow from the moonlight streaming in through the window. His face is still the perfect mask of indifference, but there is a hint of softness in his eyes again. After a few more moments of silence, Atticus sighs. “Do you mind explaining what that wolf downstairs was talking about?” My heart was racing, and my mouth felt sticky and dry. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I did my best to explain how I ended up with this reputation. “After having my heart broken by Brent and allowing myself to naively be used by other men in the pack, I inadvertently developed a reputation.” I cringe a little from embarrassment as I f
The bar was fairly crowded for a Thursday night. I kept my makeup light, and I wore a black bodycon dress that ended mid-thigh and had an open back with several straps that crisscrossed over each other. I figured black was appropriate since I was mourning the loss of my mate. He wasn’t dead, but with the way my heart was shattered, he might as well have been.My look tonight wasn’t nearly as put together as I would usually fix myself up for a night out, but tonight I wasn’t paying attention to anyone. I was drowning in my sorrows with alcohol and waiting to see if anyone noticed me and approached me to offer any sort of comfort. They had to have all heard what had happened by now.In the back of my mind, I think I knew that sex wouldn’t fix this. In fact, sex is what got me into this mess in the first place, but old habits die hard, and I already lost my fated mate. How much more could I possibly screw things up at this point?I sat alone at the bar and kept the shots of whiske
The minute I’m out the front door of the pack house and out of sight, I break down. I block out the mind-link before I crumple on the steps of the massive house and just allow the tears to flow. My body shakes violently as sobs take over and I lose all control. I have nothing left. My first love, Brent, left me for his mate. I honestly don’t even want him anymore, but the memory of everything I lost when he chose Heidi over me is still painful. Then, my fated mate, my true mate, rejected me. This was the worst physical pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I understand the mate bond a little better now, but it still seems crazy to me that I could be so devastated over someone I never really knew to begin with. The mate bond was strong and deeply imbedded in me. I couldn’t have fought it if I wanted to. Sadly, I didn’t want to, but I have no idea how Atticus did it. I was excited about meeting my mate and I looked forward to having a real life with him. Now that that dream was cr
It only takes a few minutes before I’m approaching the pack house, but I have no intention of going inside. I’m downwind, so I can scent and hear some warriors outside guarding the building and all those who are safely inside.Making a wide loop around the building, I’m able to avoid any warriors, and I continue to head south. I’m feeling nervous and excited at the same time. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but from the moment the idea popped into my head it made perfect sense.I’d rather live alone as a rogue than stay here where I’m unwanted and unappreciated. There’s nothing left for me here, so I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Everyone is distracted with the rogue attack, which allows me to sneak to the southern border where I can reject the pack and leave. I only packed a few things because I didn’t have much worth taking with me, and I didn’t want to carry a large heavy bag. I have no idea where I’ll go, or how long I’ll have
There were no packs anywhere near this area as far as I could tell. I was very cautious to avoid pack lands. This man wasn’t just a wolf, he carried the aura of a ranked wolf. He might even be of alpha blood, but I couldn’t tell for sure. All my muscles were coiled, and my body was prepared for fight or flight mode, but when his eyes met mine, he looked just as surprised as I did at the idea of meeting another wolf here. His nose crinkled slightly before he schooled his expression and gave me a friendly smile. I can’t smell myself, but I’m sure to other wolves I’m starting to give off the stench of a rogue. It doesn’t matter how often I shower or how hard I scrub my skin and hair, without a pack, I will gradually smell more and more like a rogue. I’m not sure how quickly the stink grows but based on how easily he was able to hide his disgust, it must not be too strong yet. “Hello there,” he greets me with a deep gravelly voice that I can feel to my bones. “You’re new around he
Silas didn’t waste any time. He made arrangements for me to meet him for dinner the very next day. I couldn’t imagine why he was so eager to meet with me, a rogue wolf, or what he thought the result of that conversation would be. It was a challenge to keep our plans a secret from Norah, but I couldn’t give her any sort of false hope that she was correct in trying to make a match between us. I might not know what he wanted to talk about, but I did know that it wasn’t that kind of a dinner. There was another lodge, Wolf Creek Lodge, west from Lost Elk Lodge. Driving, it would take about two and a half hours to get there but running through the mountains as a wolf could get me there in half the time. Silas assured me that it was safe for me to run straight through, and I wouldn’t encounter any more of our kind in the area. He also said there shouldn’t be any humans hiking in this area either, but I should be cautious anyway. Preparing for the trip and the dinner, I packed a small
He leads me to an old, brown, beat-up pickup truck in the parking lot. “I though alphas always had nice cars?” I ask as I’m examining the car wondering if it could even make a ninety-minute drive in these mountains. “I think you’ll find I am quite different from the other alphas you have known,” he chuckles as he opens the door for me, “and my pack is quite different from the other packs as well.” Smiling he closes my door and walks around the truck to the driver side. We talked a little during the drive to his pack, but it was mostly silent. He didn’t even turn on the radio or any music. I got the impression that he didn’t want to reveal too much before we arrived, so I kept my eyes trained on the view out the window as we wound around the mountain roads. Occasionally I’d glance over at Silas, but he kept his eyes focused on the road and didn’t seem bothered by my eyes on him. Ninety minutes later, just as he promised, we pulled up to an old metal gate that didn’t look like i
The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable. Many of the pack members had taken chosen mates within the group. I still recoil inside at the mention of mates, but I hope that I’m hiding it well. Someone asked me if I had been mated and I just smile and shrug while raising my eyebrows without answering. I’m not ready to talk about it yet and I don’t want anyone questioning me. Thankfully, they dropped the subject and didn’t press further. Time flew by and soon it was almost midnight. I was supposed to work at the lodge at 7 AM, and it was going to take me at least 2 hours to run back from here. I started saying my good