Chapter three: He is a wolf.

His eyes were a deep shade of red, and on his perfect face was signs of blood from his kills. 

Elsa took a large gulp of breath as his gaze danced over to her. A cold shudder running down the back of her spine.

She debated between running away or just staying. 

Deciding in the end it was better to stay. 

'what if i meet another crazed wolf again? Nah.... I will pass.'

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Alexander stared at his timid looking wife who had patches of bandages all over her face and felt his heart melt.

She sat quietly on the bed. The doctor said her injuries were mainly skin breaks and would heal in a few days. 

She looked just like when they had just gotten married. Gentle and with a hair of elegance.

That's until he heard her cussing his ass in the next room just after some days. 

All thanks to his sensitive werewolf hearing he found out his wife was hiding something from him.

She had managed to runaway once.

There was no way he would repeat the same mistake.

"Do you just punch hard.......or are you one of them?" Elsa asked quietly, trying to fix the broken links in her head.

"No." Alexander thought for a moment then replied.

"So you are not a werewolf or those sorts?" Elsa felt a sense of relief and then disappointment.

"I am." Alexander replied, watching her scrunch her brow. 

How nice of felt messing with her.

Still he had to explain.

"What you saw earlier is a rogue. I am a werewolf." The last words felt pretty odd in his mouth.

"That........" Elsa blinked twice. "You are—?"

She gulped, gritting out. "Since when?

"I was born like this." Alexander watched her expression.

And I married you without even knowing this.

"Oh...." Elsa decided to change the topic, least she gets angry and provokes him.into killing her. "So what's the difference between you and a rogue?."

Alexander knew what she was tbinkjng. Replying earnestly. "A rogue is a werewolf who has been severed from his pack due to a crime he committed. While a normal werewolf should belong to a pack."

"So.....that means the one who had damaged my car and attacked me earlier today was a rogue?" She got a bit curious, leaning towards him.

"You can say that." Alexander nodded.

"Then are all rogue's bad people?" 

Elsa felt it was a bit stereotyped.

"No." Alexander bit back the rest.

There's a reign of silence, then she speaks again. "Telling me all this.....won't it get you in trouble with the werewolf committee and all....I suppose all this should be kept from humans...?"

"We are married."

"We were married for three years." She scowled. And you didn't tell me no shit.

I mean until now.

Still Elsa couldn't help but admit that without his help she would now have a 'late title' added to her name.

"Thank you for saving me...." She said sincerely. "I also apologize for forcing you to expose yourself."

"You were going to find out anyway." He shrugged. Elsa figured out she wouldn't want to  know what he meant by that, so she changed the topic. Again.

Glancing across the room. "Where are we?"

"My private estate. It's safe." He replied.

"Can I get a change of clothes?" Although her wounds have been treated the moment that arrived in this place. Her clothes had a bloody smell that continued to irk her.

"I will have someone to bring you new ones." Alexander stood up then walked out. Saying right before he walked out. "Bathroom to the left. Feel free to use anything you want."

Elsa sighed as she sinked into her chair.

The reality that she was almost killed hitting her all at once. Her bones suddenly felt heavy, still she detest her current smell so she had to force herself up and into the bathroom.

Staring at her reflection, she cringed at her haggard state. Wondering how Alexander was able to stand such a sight.

"Ouch." She plucked a twig from her hair, bringing it up to her eye level.

This is going to be one shitty long bath.

'fuck that damned rogue.' 

'wait.' She paused then thought. 'why the hell had it picked me out of the billions of people on earth in the first place?'

I swear am not the best but I am really a good person.

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After a hearty bath, Elsa dragged her legs back into the room. 

Seeing there wasn't any new clothes on the bed she guessed that the clothes Alexander had ordered for her hadn't yet arrived.

'so am just going to wait in a towel?' she adjusted the towel on her head then headed for the closet.

Throwing the door open she was slapped by a familiar manly scent.

Definitely Alexander's.

Her eyes popped open as a realization hit her.

This was Alexander's room.

Not once in their three years of marriage had he allowed her into his room. Back at home they had always slept in different rooms. Like three rooms apart.

With a shrug she grabbed a random boxer and a white t-shirt.

After throwing them, She started to feel her eyes grow heavy.

Feeling the tiredness sink into her bone, she tossed away the towel wrapped around her wet hair, then cuddled herself on the bed.

Breathing in the plentiful remnants of Alexander's scent on the bed as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Elsa felt much more better when she woke up. The pain in her nose had reduced a lot, and her legs were feeling less like it wasn't hers.

The only problem was..

Rumble!! Rumble!! Rumble!!!

Hunger.

She pushed through the door, one hand tightly wrapped around her stomach.

Somehow (maybe due to the intense hunger) she could smell some delicacies,  so she eargerly followed the direction until she got to a flight of stairs.

"You think the Luna is still asleep?' Elsa had just gotten to the last step when she heard a voice. Her legs turning stiff.

"Don't know. Want to go up and check?" Another muscular voice follows.

"No." The first quickly reply, then a slight pause. "Still don't you think she has been sleeping for too long?"

"I really don't see what you are being worried for." The second person snorted. Annoyed.

"I should be worried. She is our Luna. There's every reason for me to be worried."

"Bullshit. You are just excited to see her."

"You say it like you aren't....."

"Shut it up, you two dumbass." Elsa jumped back at a large growl. It sounded like a woman voice. "If you wake her up, I will stand aside as the Alpha slit your throats and throw you to the vultures."

'wait....he'd do that?'

"Shit!!" A loud exclamation had her realizing she had just said it out loud.

Seeing that her presence had already be revealed, she gently took the last step, coming face to face with three people.

Like she had guessed. Two male and one female.

The living room was a mess with food everywhere. Even the sofa's weren't spared.

"Luna...." They all greeted.

"Err.....hello." Elsa waved akwardly. 'they have been referring to me as Luna ever since....did Alexander tell them my name wrong?'

'i should better correct that.'

"I am......"

Stomach rumbles.

'shit. Bad timing'

She smiled a little embarrassed. "Hungry."

"Hungry?" The black haired she recognized as the first speaker asked with doubts.

"I mean I need food."

"Ohhhh....." The three 'ohed' and Elsa had the urge to face palm herself.

'what were they thinking?'