ROGUES

Before I get the chance to understand his words, Alpha Grey violently draws me off the bed.

"Get out," he says coldly. I'm looking at him in disbelief. 

My skin still feels tingly from his touch. I stand there in confusion and he moves closer to me.

"You are an omega right?" 

I know where this is going and I don't like it. Memories of my best friend's laughter and Alpha Brook's betrayal taunt me.

Grey doesn't wait for an answer. He laughs; letting his pearly whites gleam in the soft light.

"Of course you are. Your movements are too loud, heartbeats too obvious and your scent...your scent..." He leans into me and inhales.

I just stand there, unsure whether to be afraid or not.

"Someone as weak as you can never stand by my side as queen. Sure, your place as concubine seems-"

"Stop it..." my voice has gone sour. All my courage, all the motivation I had coming here- everything was gone.

At this moment, my eyes burn from forming tears. My voice is shaking as I step back away from him.

"D-don't say it..." 

Alpha Grey watches me without emotion. He does not seem the slightest bit affected by my sudden outburst. He looks on as I back away; cold and detached.

For some reason, his silence hurts more than Alpha Brook's insults.

It's like he's rejecting me without saying a word. 

I don't want to hear this all over again. To go through the hell I went through a year ago? Absolutely not. I jump out the window and run back the way I came. 

Like a mad woman, I jump and skip over hedges. I get caught in a few bushes but I don't stop.

My face is dry; I imagine the wind carries my tears behind me.

I feel just one emotion now- hatred.

Even with the mate bond I can not get my mate's approval. Sure, I am only doing it for the mission but deep down...

Do I not deserve to be loved?

Do I not?

I run back to the harem and climb in bed before anyone can notice me. I force myself to still my breathing and dry my tears. 

Fate has cursed me, I am sure. If not, why was my life so unfortunate?

That night, I dream of running through hedges and never stopping.

**

Two days later and I am still seething from what happened that night.

I can still feel his touch, his lips, the way my wolf reacted to every finger on me.

But among all this, there is one thing I can't forget. The way Alpha Grey had looked at me when he said how I could never be useful to him.

The emotionless way he dismissed me.

As though I would never be worth it.

Currently, everyone is gathered in the fields. The sun is at its peak and the weather is extremely hot. 

My eyes follow the movements of the warriors as they spar with each other. Werewolves were such vicious creatures. As I watch, it's hard to believe these wolves were not enemies.

I stand among the other harem women, watching from the edge of the group. They're all chattering about how great and strong these warriors are. Most of them are omegas like me. 

Over the week, I had come to know some of their names. I just want to kill the king and leave...

I keep my arms crossed; my jaw is tight. I find myself searching the fields for a certain pale skinned bastard. I hate myself for searching. I hate this. 

"You didn't sleep well, did you?" Lydia's sharp voice cuts through my thoughts. She stands too close; her smile fake, her tone a little too sweet. She was one of the concubines brought in at the same time as I was. Somehow, she believed the almighty Alpha Grey would be hers someday.

"I slept fine," I reply flatly, not even sparing her a glance. 

She doesn't press further, thankfully. I focus on the warriors again; watching them claw themselves bloody. 

Then he appears. 

Alpha Grey strides onto the field, commanding attention without saying a word. His black training gear clings to his powerful frame, and the way he carries himself makes me itch. My breath catches in my throat; I force myself to look away. 

"Magnificent, isn't he?" Lydia whispers. The wench.

I say nothing, keeping my eyes on the grass stalks below. 

That is until I hear a deafening growl.

"Rogues! Rebels!" 

The Akari?

My heart shudders at this thought. No. We were not supposed to attack until the night of the blood moon.

These were not allies. 

Oh no.

The palace walls are high and surround the many acres of land belonging to the king and his pack. 

However, these rogues have somehow found their way in. 

All the warriors get their weapons ready for the true action. The women I stand beside have all lost their minds, crying and running helter skelter. 

I want to tell them to stop but I don't. It doesn't concern me.

Besides, Lydia seems to have it under control.

"Gemma?! Are you not coming?!" It's Dara. She's also a concubine but we had become somewhat close.

"I'll be right behind you!" I tell her and she nods, running with the rest. 

I don't follow her, though.

I turn towards where the warriors of the pack are fighting.

An omega like you...

Weakling...

Useless.

For the many years I lived as an orphan in Willow Tree Pack, no one ever considered me anything because of my inability to shift.

Most omegas could shift just fine. Only me.

This made me worthless.

Well not anymore...

I allow my wolf to come to the surface. My claws elongate and my canines grow. 

If I was to gain the king's trust and attention, the first step would be to fight by his side.

I observe the wild rogues who look like they have the power of two betas each.

Gain the king's trust even if it means losing your life...

I'd be dead anyway so why not?