The Alpha's Burden
Throw into the mix someone hurting their mate, and you have a combustible situation.
I said nothing, wanting her to be comfortable to continue. “He had been trying to kiss me, but I kept moving my face away from him. He stunk. Like rotting flesh,” she said as a shiver rolled over her body. Rogue. Definitely a rogue. “He was going to rape me, but then somebody slammed into him, pushing him off me. They said they had to go, the Alpha was on his way,” she murmured, lost in her thoughts.