Kayah’s Point of View
“What? Did the cat get your tongue, my lady?” Seven said as he was staring at me.
“Uhm, I think you got the wrong, girl, Sir,” I said. Trying to step back from him.
I knew this man.
“Did I? If I did, you wouldn’t be wearing that dress which I custom-made only for you,” he said.
Oh…This gown isn’t mine! I just found it in the middle of the forest…
I wanted to tell him but just by looking at the Rogue King, my knees felt like Jelly and I was scared of him.
What should I do? I need to get out of here!
“Don’t you feel me?” He growls lowly, enough for me to hear. “Because I’m damn sure you are my mate.”
Sweat started to form on my forehead.
“I…uhm c-can I go to the bathroom?”
He furrowed.
“Let me escort you-”
“No. No I can go alone,” I said and didn’t wait for his next words as I turned around and ran away from him. I intend to leave the mating ball. I rather go back to my abusive pack rather than to be mated with a Rogue King.
After making sure he didn’t follow me, took the clothes off and left it there before shifting and running away.
I didn’t know how I reached my house. After making sure mom was sleeping, I slowly climbed into my room and let my exhausted body rest.
I woke up due to my Mom’s yells for her breakfast. Five minutes later, her breakfast was served. I made her bacon and eggs ready. I set a plate in front of her on the bar counter and quickly stepped back, putting much-needed distance between us.
Mother looks at the plate, and her glazed eyes, which were once beautiful shades of blue now dead.
"What have you done? You expect me to eat this?" she exclaimed, shoving greasy strands of blond hair off her face. I cower slightly as I duck my head instinctively but not timidly anyway.
"It's e-eggs, y-your favorite," I stuttered, my voice breaking into a nervous stutter.
"Are you talking back to me?" she shouted, and before I could comprehend, she grabbed an empty bottle of beer in front of her and threw it to me. My eyes widen, but in those infinite seconds, my instinct takes control and commands my body, making me hunker down in the last millisecond.
That was close, I whispered.
The glass bottle slams on the wall behind me, shattering into a million little pieces. But I'd still be second too late as a piece of glass grazes my right ear. Another small shard has scraped my temple as well. I felt a warm liquid oozing down and stinging cut. Like that, mother digs in the food, acting like there's no tomorrow.
I escaped to my class without her notice.
My wolf is weak due to severe malnourishment as a kid and lack of training. My werewolf abilities were also weak; that's why healing took a lot more time than the others.
I wipe the last blood and check for any spots on my shirt. I find a small blot on my shirt sleeve and ignore it. It is way too small to be noticed anyway.
I pushed the rim of my glasses up and hiked my backpack higher. I throw the bloodied tissue away on my way out of the house.
Now, it's not that I can't see without glasses. My vision is better than that of normal humans. It's just not on par with other wolves. My headaches and eyes tear up when I look too hard at tiny things or read too much.
The pack doctor kindly suggested that I wear glasses with a minuscule amount of power. He told me it would heal once I found my mate the moment we marked each other.
Thinking about a mate, I'm afraid my future mate will be weak like me. What if he rejects me? What if he doesn't like me? I couldn’t meet him because of the Rogue King. He hindered my chance to find him. I bet he wouldn’t ever remember me once I’m back to my old self and no makeup at all.
It takes a five-minute walk to reach the university. My house was situated on the border of pack territory and the no man's land, where you can all find establishments. Next to the no man's land is the Greyhound pack, the biggest pack in Aurora.
Thanks to Alpha Jordan's determination to talk about peace in Greyhound's Alpha, they made a treaty and established schools and universities for all wolves and humans alike.
Once the inordinate steel gates of Sue University came into view, I grimaced unintentionally; seeing as this is my least favorite place in the whole world, I need to endure to earn myself a degree. I took a deep breath as I walked to my locker leisurely and put a small smile on my face. My smile widens further when I spot Leona Lewis, my best friend since we were kids, leaning against my locker.
"Hey, Kayah," she greeted me enthusiastically.
Several heads snapped at us, and she ducked her head, slapping his hand over her mouth in embarrassment and panic. We wouldn't want to add more trouble now. We have a lot on our plate with bullying as it is.
Leona was also bullied in this university but not as much as I am. That's why avoiding necessary noise is a must for us. To avoid unwanted attention, I grabbed her elbow and led her to our first subject for today.
"What's all the buzz about?" I questioned Leona curiously, falling into step with her as we have in the common first subject.
"Hey, do you know who the new Professor is?" she inquires, and her eyes widen the size of moons.
What's wrong with her?
"Umm," he gulped. "I-It's the Rogue King!" She said nervously.
“What!?”
“You heard me right? I didn’t know why he was here and teaching. But rumor said that he has been looking for his runaway mate.”
Leona gasps in shock, and her grip on his elbow loosens, which she takes as an escape and scurries away.
"What?" I asked, thrown off the loop by her reaction. This seems to pull her out of her reverie, and her head swivels in my direction so fast. I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash. “His mate?”
"Yeah and also I heard she’s studying here too!" she caterwauls, her eyes widening again to the size of a saucer. “Lucky girl…
“Oh my Goddess, there he is!” Leona whispered and I slowly turned around.
It’s the Rogue King Seven! He was wearing an all-black attire matching his long black hair.
Damn it. He’s freaking hot and everyone is already gawking at him.
Oh no… This isn’t supposed to be happening! Maybe he knew I was here?
I immediately left Leona who was still stuck staring at the King.
This can’t be. Never in my life did I expect for a Rogue King to come down from his throne to become a professor. This is absurd. I already left the gown and all the stuff I found in that bag before I escaped. But why was he here?
Coincidence? Maybe.
Fixed.
him. “And who’s idea was it?” I asked him, still irritated.He chuckled. “I was trying to help to find your little mate, Seven,” he said. “Maybe this little mate of yours is probably in that school,” he added. “She’s a healer for fuck sake-”“But you're one big bad bad king, Seven. She’s probably afraid of you that’s why she ran away and left the dress you custom made,” he added.“Ugh…”“Now go and report. Maybe if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find your run away little mate there.”Against my will, I arrived.As I entered the piece of junk school, I saw jocks and cheer leaders ganging on a girl. She was badly beaten. Her back was at me and I couldn’t see who she was. Bullying was common in Pack wolves. I don’t blame them, their leaders could’t care. In my kingdom, bullying is punishable by death. Rogues do not tolerate power gaps nor abuse the leader’s power. "Red had persuaded me to go to this piece of junk university, and this is the scene that greeted me?" Pissed.The woman in
Gray’s Point of ViewSabrina…Who the hell was Sabrina?“I’m not Sabrina. That’s not my name,” I told him, trying to tell him the truth. “Will you quit it?” Seven asked me as he manoeuvred our way to his car off which I know will leave off to somewhere I don’t know. “Try to tell lies and you’ll see what will happen,” he added, warning me. I gulped. Why was this man so adamant about me as Sabrina and not someone who he mistakenly took as his mate? I get it, I wore the gown that was supposed to be his mate’s but I doubt it if he actually has seen her. Nevertheless, the whole me felt something about him. Something about him that draws me to him. My body trembles as I look at Seven. He’s too tall, too broad, too dangerous. His dangerous aura clouded my senses, making it hard for me to think straight. He’s nothing like the boys in my college or even in my pack. He asserted too much confidence and power, and I knew he demanded respect with his presence. His dark dominance was doing some
Kayah’s point of view“I’m better than Ron when it comes to thinking ahead. I might not be a fighter but I’m smarter.” Blaze ran a hand through his hair and winked. From his words, I understood that he was Sabrina’s main servant while Ron was probably a warrior. While I was deep in my thoughts, he took that chance to place the tiara on my hair. “Gorgeous! Perfect!”As I snapped back to reality, I noticed the gaze of some people on me, they whispered amongst themselves but it didn’t seem like they were saying anything bad. Some were bold enough to try and approach me but the glare from the two men with me was enough to stop them. “Can we go in?” I wasn’t comfortable with the attention I was receiving.“Sure!” As we walked to the main entrance, people bowed their heads and made way for us. I smiled as I walked past them, not wanting to act rude since I wasn’t supposed to bow to them.I allowed the guards to lead me to a room where a woman was waiting, she immediately got to her feet
Kayah’s Point of ViewI was soon in the midst of a group of people, it was made up of both male and female wolves who were attending the party, they were laughing and discussing something that I soon lost interest in, more like bragging about their packs and how organized and strong it was. Oh yes, I forgot packs of Alphas were also here. Just how many did Seven invite here just to me, his ‘mate’? Ron also mentioned to me about Seven trying to pair the rogues and packs that didn’t find their mates from the previous mating ball. Basically, it is the second mating ball organized by the King of rogues.I didn’t know anything about Sabrina’s pack so I quietly sipped from my champagne glass and pretended to be interested. It was comfortable to be around people my age and no one was releasing their pheromones or I would have found it difficult to stay upright and that might give my identity away.Suddenly I noticed my ‘loving’ siblings strolling over to where the group was. Eliza and Brian
Axel’s Point of ViewLooking out from my window, the moon was calling me. The gentle breeze gave me the smell of rich pine, awakening my senses even further. It was almost three, close to two hours before the rest of the pack rose at dawn. My wolf was agitated, I had neglected his need for freedom for too long. I needed to shift.Walking down stairs, I made my way past the living room almost tripping on that fucking rug, again.Christ, I have to remember to get rid of that thing. It's fucking ugly anyway.Creaking as if in protest of being woken, I opened the front door, inviting the wild to me. One deep inhale and he stirs. Ears prick. Eyes track the blanket of clouds above.He snarls with impatience and as my bare feet stride across the thickets of grass below, he breaks through.His howl is primal. Raw. Fierce.Taking off like a bird in flight, I am but a bystander as he takes control. The dirt beneath him ricochets behind like a field of arrows as he dives deeper into the forest a
Axel’s Point of viewWho needs a mate when you’re comfortable with someone else? As I stepped into my house,I already smelt her before I could see her. Stalking my way up to my master bedroom, I knew Alice was waiting for me. Not going to lie, we'd been fucking for months but it was understood that's all it was. I knew she felt the same.I've never been one to wait for my Luna, and nor would I demand her too either. It would be ignorant to expect wolves to maintain a vow of chastity when fucking was in our very nature. As long as they were two consenting adults, I could give two fucks who anyone slept with. Making love though, is something I longed to experience, but tonight I had other plans. I just needed an escape.Her shadow gave way to her form as I opened my door. There was no denial from me that she was a beautiful she-wolf. I eyed her hungrily as she stood facing the glass window, gazing at the scenery below. She knew I was watching her and she fucking loved it, the essence o
Axel’s Point of ViewThis territory belongs to Seven, the king of the Rogues.Eyeing the Rogues patrolling in the distance, I stifled a snarl, angry on behalf of those who lost so much. This pack used to be the top pack of the Pack Kingdom. They were strongest, and the ones who went against the Rogue and Pack’s cease-fire. Their Alpha’s mistake resulted in their demise and the Pack king could only watch them being torn apart. First their Alpha in childbirth, and then faced with the choice of their land or their lives. It had become a ghost town, decimated by greed and a flagrant disregard to the suffering of others. One of the strongest packs had been flattened in an instant, a cruel warning of how quickly tides can turn."Neve, you're leading north-east, James, start south-west and disperse the surroundings. We stalk in linear to the kill zone, distract and attack just like we planned, but leave him for me."“What about the rogues? They might be a problem.”“We’re not touching them.
Kayah’s Point of ViewMy breaths became labored as the tattoo in my hand tingles, it started to hurt at a point and I hissed in pain. I have a mate and a king of Rogues trying to claim me despite not his true mate?‘What would they do if they found out that I was not the healer? What if they found out that I’m just a weak omega?’So many questions were running through my mind that I found it hard to breathe, it felt like I was detached from reality, I could see Axel’s lips moving but I couldn’t hear a word, black spots dotted my view. The darkness threatened to engulf me and I passed out with hopes that everything that was happening was just a crazy dream that I would soon wake up to,I woke up sprawled in the center of a king sized bed. I was squirming, my hands tightly held on to a fistful of clothes while my eyes were tightly shut. I was in so much discomfort but there was no one around to help.I was stuck in a nightmare that replayed in my head like a reel. In it, I was in the mi
The next few scenes were me being punched, kicked and slapped to almost make me pass out. My throat was already hurting due to the constant scream of vegging and leaving me alone. My chest started to bleed again and it stained the oversized white shirt Axel had given me. My screams were now replaced with loud sobs that made my lungs ache. I looked up in fear as the unknown man advanced towards me. He took a deep breath through his nose, and a wide smile spread across his face. Slowly, he walked towards me with deliberate and smooth steps. With each step he took, the malicious grin on his face got wider. I had scooted myself into a corner to try and escape his gaze and ferocity, and as he came to stand in front of me I tried pleading once more. "Please. I am begging you. Just leave me alone. You don't have to do this!" My words came out as sobs. "Shut up! You’re just a slave! You do not talk to me like that!" With another deep breath through his nose, he crouched down next to me a
I woke up to sunlight shining in my face, and the sound of a girl screaming. The sound was excruciatingly loud and sent chills up my spine. Above the screaming, I could hear Axel’s voice shouting. I couldn't make out the words, but he sounded furious and excited. The screaming continued for about another minute, until it slowly died down. The entire time this was happening, I sat cowering in the corner of my room, fearing I would be next to be screaming like that. But I made my decisions…to play safe..After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a door slam and footsteps coming my way. I cringed back in fear and huddled against the wall. The freshly stitched wounds on my chest reminded me of Axel’s brutality, and I didn't want to see what he was like when he was mad. My door was pushed open to reveal-of course- an infuriated Axel. He looked at my small frame huddled in the corner farthest from him, and smiled. I felt no comfort from his expression, only more fear. He stepped forward
I kept my head down and watched his feet as he approached me. Before I knew it, he was right next to me, lifting my chin upwards to look at his face. I tried to keep my eyes averted from his gaze and stop the tears that threatened to come again. "Look at me." His hot breath growled into my face.I slowly brought my eyes up to meet his. They were a deep, voidless black. This was the first good look I had gotten at his eyes and I hoped it would be my last. His black hair hung to the side with a few pieces escaping to fall on his forehead. A square jaw held light pink lips that always seemed to be smirking at me. His face was completely devoid of emotion, even though he was smirking. His eyes held nothing but emptiness and he looked at me as weak. It was terrifying being this close to him, and I could tell he knew I was uncomfortable. His hand grew tighter on my chin as I struggled desperately to free my head from his grip. I was beyond scared and wanted to be as far away from him as I
The envelope was brown. It doesn’t have a receiver or sender name.I should have felt it then, the warning, the poison in the air.Curious, I opened it anyway.The photograph slid out with a whisper.Seven’s face hit me first and beside him was a familiar face, too familiar, his arm wrapped around her. Hailey. The Moon Goddess. Her lips curved in a smirk so triumphant it made me sick.And between them was a baby. My baby.I staggered back a step, as if the floor itself had betrayed me. The little boy nestled in Hailey’s arms was unmistakable, the soft curl of his hair, the tiny birthmark on his cheek, a mark I knew because I had kissed it a thousand times. His smile, the one he used to give me, now aimed at her. At them. The baby I thought was kidnapped. My knees buckled.The pain wasn’t sharp. It was deep, an endless splitting inside my chest, like I was being hollowed out from the inside. Seven didn’t even look guilty. He looked proud. As if he belonged there, next to her, instead o
I awoke in my stall on the bed. Light was streaming through the small window high above me. The ferals outside were noisy and I could hear that they were tearing something apart. The sound was like squelching, like flesh tearing from bones or I don’t even want to know it. But because I was freaking curious, I stood up, despite the protest of my chest and looked at the small hole in my room. And there it was. A body was torn apart, the ferals were fighting, playing tag, trying to have a large portion.“So, who was it again?” I heard someone speak up. “The other man that the king found three weeks ago,” a man said. “Oh, the one who kept on resisting?”“Yes. Unfortunately, the king’s patience ran out and he fed him to his dog.”“Well, all of those who resist him always end up being fed to these beasts,” the other man replied, which scared me. Axel must have moved me from the floor to my bed and I was glad I was asleep for that. The pain of walking or being carried would have been uni
My mouth instantly began to water. He saw me staring at his hands and laughed aloud this time. "Oh, is my little mate? Hungry?" All I could do was nod intently. It had been days since I had anything to eat or drink, and the result of that was starting to weigh upon me."Well, why don't you come over to me and get it then?" Axel looked at me with danger in his eyes. He knew I refused, he’ll just going to do what he wanted and if I talk back, Fenrir will have mercy on me. Once I realized he was serious and the only way for me to get the piping hot bowl of newly cooked meat was to walk over to him, I almost screamed in frustration. He put me through it all, he tortured me and now I'm just supposed to walk it off?! Unbelievable. Despite what I thought though, he wasn't going to give me any food until I came over to him. I began to muster up all my strength and courage even if the thing on my chest hurts like hell. It didn’t dry up or at least close. In fact it went deeper in my flesh,
Jefferson led me back to my room. “I’m sorry,” I said, almost in a whisper.Jefferson halted and turned around to me. “Yeah, whatever. It’s too late,” he replied and assumed walking. “Just to let you know, Axel doesn't have plans on letting you live for too long. I shouldn’t tell you this but well, maybe I thought you deserve to know.”When we reached my room, he opened the door and I entered inside before.him slamming the door and locking it. Inside, I saw that the haystack was gone and replaced by a bed. I laid there for at least an hour. My eyes grew heavy and exhaustion threatened to overtake me, but I refused to fall asleep. I needed to get out of this torture house and back to my pack. How that would happen- I had no idea. I hoped beyond hope that Axel wouldn't be the one to come back and get me. If I saw him again I might pass out, just out of pure terror. He scared me beyond what I could handle right now, and I couldn't handle very much. With every second that went by I
Before I could process his change of mood, he had my wrists bound in silver handcuffs above my head. I hissed but I still tried to bring them down but a clink of metal and the sensation of being burned without fire prevented me from doing that. Axel had my arms chained above my head to where I was already tiptoeing. I could barely reach the floor. A smirk was now on his face as he stared at me, helpless. I let a whimper escape my lips as all courage drained from my body. Axel only smiled more at that, taking delight in my pain and fear. He now paraded around the room, making his way towards the hot coals in the fire pit. He then tossed more charcoal. “It seemed that you still didn’t know what you were here?” He looked at me expectedly to answer the question. Of course I knew. I knew because he already told me but I pretended I didn’t. “I didn’t.” I tried to lie and spit back at him, but my words only came out as a whimper. Axel laughed at that but didn’t reach his eyes. He step
“I heard him yesterday saying someone will arrive and that someone will occupy that space,” another voice spoke up. “I didn’t know it was also a pack wolf. You’re not a feral.”“Yes,” I replied. “I was trapped, sold and purchased by Axel,” I said and heard everyone gasping. “Don’t mention his name. He can hear it,” Anna said, I heard a hint of fear.I sighed. Just as I was about to ask another question, a sound came from outside. The ferals stop growling and whine instead. Everyone quickly hushed their voices as the cabin doors creaked open. Footsteps echoed along the pavement and down the way next to my room. There they stopped, and hands started fiddling with the lock to my door. After a faint click the heavy wooden door was pushed open to reveal Axel. He stared in the room, looking at me expectedly.What did he expect me to do? I’m not just going to willingly go to him…With an angry grunt he marched into my room and picked me up by the wrist. I was then dragged across the cabin