The Alpha's Rogue Mate

Branches tore at my legs stealing blood from my body as they scratched me, begging me to stay, but I had to keep running, stopping and giving up wasn’t an option. A gasp left my throat as I stumbled from exhaustion and the darkness of the night, catching myself on a tree trunk just in time before I spiralled into the wicked bramble bushes. My only guide during this murderous night was the moonlight, blurred and weak from the rain and clouds charging across the sky.I contemplated stopping, to sit beside the strong and sturdy tree and recuperate, to let my lungs fill with that much-needed oxygen and let my legs recharge from the torture they’d been enduring, or at least give them a chance to stop shaking. Rain roared around me, but it was hard to care, even as the icy droplets chilled me to my bones. I could take two minutes, couldn’t I? Two minutes to breathe, two minutes to rest, two minutes to pretend everything was okay and then I could keep going. Just as I felt myself lowering t

Melanie.So this was how they were able to track me so easily, despite the mud and the rain and the streams. I spotted one of my shirts in her hand and runes splattered in blood across it. A tracking spell. Everything had been against me tonight, the rain, my lack of a wolf, and now a tracking spell. I glared at the witch, promising to make her pay for standing in the way of my freedom.“Forgive her, Alpha Jackson, A slight misunderstanding between the girl and our alpha. We would never dare to intrude-”“And yet here you are, witch. You have brought an army into my territory, some may say this is an act of war.”Melanie raised her head, a paragon of proprietary and politeness, “I assure you alpha, we are only here to reclaim the girl. It was an oversight that we-”“Oversight?’ He cut her off again, eyes blazing with a dark fury, “My territory, was an oversight?”Melanie bowed her head again, out of fear or respect I wasn’t sure. The forest was still and silent, tension lurking in the

I took a long look at the second man who had appeared as the alpha’s backup, recognising him as the golden wolf from the night before; his golden hair and brown eyes betrayed him so obviously. The Beta. His second in command would ensure I was no threat towards his alpha. Maybe I should’ve felt flattered he felt the need for assistance.“Thank you, Christian,” Alpha Jackson said, his smirk still prevalent on his face.Turning to me, his expression finally shifted to one that was cold and calculating, “now to business. Who are you?”After a moment of silence, looking between the alpha and his beta, I finally answered, “Elise.”“Elise what?”“Clares.”“And you were a part of the New Moon pack, is that correct?”I looked at Christian with that look that asked is he slow? Before answering properly, “duh.”The alpha looked at me with disdain and I fought back the smile that tugged at my lip, ‘Why bother asking? You’re just going to kill me anyway,” I retorted to that glare, not particularl

Beta Christian didn’t think it was necessary to have me bound as we walked out of the dungeon and into the sunlit pack grounds, the only restraint being my anklet. At the very least he didn’t think I was going to leap away and rip everyone to shreds. I wouldn’t have been able to do that even if I wanted to. I also have more self-preservation than to take on an entire pack by myself. There were many reasons I wouldn’t have done it… I just didn’t want innocent blood on my hands. Christian had taken me on a tour of the pack grounds: the school for young pups, the shopping areas and a monument to the previous Alpha and Luna; Alpha Jackson’s parents. Finally, we arrived at the mess hall. It was a big building shaped like a Greek temple with pillars and triangles but solidified with wooden walls to keep out the rain. It looked like it could hold the whole pack at once which made it slightly intimidating. The New Moon pack never ate together because it was a dog-eat-dog pack, no one but fa

Finally, after a few more minutes of walking in silence, Christian brought me to the almost outskirts of the pack where a few small, dingy buildings were clustered together. They didn’t look well cared for, but they were stable and from what I had hoped, secure. We walked a little bit closer and stepped up to the door. I placed my hand on the door knob and tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge. Maybe it was a push door? No, that didn’t work either. Christian smiled with that stupid smirk on his face and fished around his pocket when something jingled. In his now outstretched palm was a bronze key with a small grey wolf keyring attached to it, "We wouldn’t just leave these houses unlocked for the taking you know?"He nudged his hand, urging me to take it, and tentatively, I did. The metal felt warm in my hand and I let my stomach stir for a minute as I realised what I was holding; some kind of security and stability. "Would you do the honours?"I turned to look towards the door