Chapter Three

Thor 

Before we captured the girls, my beta, Conan, and my twin sister, Reina, gathered over fifty rogues, giving them instructions on what to do. 

"Alpha Thor doesn't want any bloodshed unless it is necessary. Calm your fucking nerves," said Reina as she ran a hand over her bald head and handed them guns.

I stared at her in admiration. Reina was five months pregnant, a miracle after nine miscarriages since the birth of her first child. 

She was strong as a hulk and could command an army of rogue werewolves, controlling men, including me.

Conan's bright lipstick shone like neon lights. He was intersex, having both male and female sex organs. 

It was incredible how the most unlikely people had the most strength. 

The rogues dressed in all black. We were from different packs; some were omegas, tired of molestation from their pack mates, some rebels and others had their reasons for leaving their pack, but we all shared one thing in common. 

A pound of flesh. 

Revenge ignited our blood like fire, burning away everything that stood in our way.

We stormed the ball, searching for our target, Alpha Carter's daughter and a handful of other females in the Creek Keepers pack, especially the daughters of the stupid leaders who betrayed me when I needed them the most. 

"Look at them," I'd whispered to Conan. "They look like they're about to shit on their pants."

"Bunch of spoiled, entitled brats. I feel like blowing their heads off."

I shot Conan a warning glare. He rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath. 

The youths labeled me a demon who killed thousands in one night. I wasn't planning on shedding their blood. Blood was too messy. 

We would roast them like barbecue, making them suffer and scream, the exact way their parents killed mine. 

But when my gaze fell on the blond, terrified girl in an orange dress, my wolf leaped with excitement while my human self broke into a sweat, gripping the steering until my knuckles turned white. 

My fucking mate?

I never believed in the moon goddess or whatever crap shifters worshiped. If there was a goddess, why didn't she save my parents from getting murdered? 

This was bad… so wrong. I had a mission. My priority was to get revenge on my enemies and not fall prey to the lusts of a girl from the enemy pack, or what did Reina often call the bond? 

Soul mates

My hands rested on top of the steering wheel. The girl's full lashes fluttered wildly. She looked like a princess in some fantasy book, waiting for her prince charming to come to rescue her.

Unfortunately, her prince charming was a demon. I hated to take her away from her family. From everyone she loved. 

From this world. 

She stared at me with terror when she recognized our bond before gazing down as if ashamed of our bond.

Her presence melted every ounce of rage in my body. I wanted nothing more than to hold her close, undress her, and coat my shaft in her wetness. 

She deserved much better than me. 

Forgive me, little mate…

Her small nose wrinkled like a rosebud. She was fragile but was woman-soft, with sensual skin and curves made for loving.

Our mating scent filled my nostrils, driving me crazy with shivers of desire. My stupid wolf had never reacted that way to any other woman, not even Isabel, my sex partner.

I didn't realize I'd been driving through the woods until I came across our destination in the middle of nowhere where a group of rogues hid out. 

The whole neighborhood consisted of small houses, tiny grocery shops, and a brothel. There was hardly ever a car in sight. It was such a peaceful place to hide that most people ignored it, which was to our benefit. 

The rogues dismounted their sleek black motorcycles, forming a circle around the cabin and they toasted to their victory.

My twin, Reina, and her husband, Oscar, stood beside me, smiling in anticipation. 

"If only Alpha Carter were the one getting burned right now instead of these girls," Reina murmured under her breath. "Unfortunately, we must proceed as planned."

I nodded gravely without responding. Reina's gaze met mine and held.

She studied me intently, her eyes hooded like those of a hawk. "Something is bothering you, Thor “

I was about to respond when Conan ran out, a gallon of fuel clutched in his hand.

"Lock all doors and windows!" Conan cried with a wild-eyed look."

The boys obeyed. Slowly, deliberately, he tilted it, and a liquid ribbon spilled onto the floor in a trickle. 

The sharp and acrid odor of petrol filled the air, assaulting my senses.

My mate was going to burn to death. The scream of the girls inside the cabin reached my ears, and I clenched my teeth together tightly to resist crying out.

My wolf was growling hysterically, begging me to save our mate. I felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body.

The floorboards greedily soaked up the petrol. Conan let out a victorious yell, his fingers dancing over the matchbox. Others kept chanting, "Burn! Burn!" like some ancient barbarians.

"No! Stop!" 

Unable to bear the thought of my innocent mate dying, I snatched the matchbox. 

Reina stared at me, tongue-tied and the rest were stunned. 

"What are you doing, Thor?" Conan snapped. Murmurs echoed through the clearing before Reina spoke, her tone mildly annoyed. 

“This was the plan. What changed?"

I glanced at the yellow gallon of petrol, shaking my head. "Nothing changed. I…let's wait for their dads to rescue them."

Conan's eyes flashed with wild rage. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? This mission took us months to strategize,” he spat angrily.

"Our time is short, Thor," Oscar, my sister's husband and my good friend, said with a calmer tone.

"Let's wait.”

 Reina wasn't pleased. I didn't have the time or energy to explain my intentions. 

"Thor, this is foolishness," Conan began to say but my wolf snarled in frustration, hissing. 

"I am your alpha, damnit!"

Conan bit back a scathing retort, glaring daggers at the back of my head. He muttered something incoherently, stomping off with the other rogues as if I wasn't worthy of any respect.

I sighed in relief.

That was fucking close.

"Move the girls to the warehouse, or better still, our cabin," I instructed Reina who tried to disguise her irritation.

"I need an explanation."

"I know. I'll tell you later. For now, please move the girls out, "I told her softly, knowing she would obey me anyway.

"Fine," she murmured. "I hope you don't regret this."

Letting out an exhale, I leaned against a tree, my gaze fixed on Reina as she opened the door, letting out a procession of terrified girls from the cabin. 

Everywhere was chaotic and a small part of me knew I was making a grave mistake. 

Amidst the group, I sighted my mate, unconscious and held against Carter's daughter's shoulder. Reina rushed forward and helped cradle the girl's limp form.

My instincts pushed me into action. I took the girl from Reina. She was Omega and was weakened by wolfsbane.

My normal self should be offended that the stupid moon goddess paired me with an omega, but I was far gone and every inch of me lit with the burning desire to possess her. 

She was round in all the right places, with an hourglass body and creamy skin that made my balls clench and my cock harden.

Her boobs slightly protruded out of the thin fabric and her long blond hair spilled out from a messy bun, resting against her neck.

Focus, you horny fool. 

I carried her to one of the nearby bedrooms.Her friend refused to leave, glaring at me with raw hate, but that was the least of my worries. 

"We should leave her to rest," I said. Reina rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving me with my mate and Carter's daughter. 

"Did you plan to burn us to death?" she glared at me with burning, reproachful eyes. 

"You should thank me for changing my mind, " I retorted with cold sarcasm.

She stood like a mad bobcat and this fuelled my annoyance.

"Get out," I said coldly, grabbing her hand and dragging her out, closing the door behind me.

When I returned, my heart drummed with excitement to be alone with my mate. She mumbled something incoherently and squinted her heavy eyelids open.

My heart broke seeing her pain and helplessness. I was never an emotional person, but for the first time in years, I felt a stirring of compassion toward someone else. 

She gasped, realizing with a shiver that we were alone. 

"Shh...you're safe," my gruff voice reassured her.

Her gaze flickered between me and the wall behind me as if trying to find a way to escape. 

My primal instincts took over me when the smell of vanilla wafted across my nose. Without realizing it, I opened my mouth and was about to mark her but she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

"Please don't mark me," the girl cried as if I was the most disgusting person in the entire universe. Which I kind of was, to be honest.

"Please don't mark me," I mimicked her teary voice. "Who's going to stop me?"

Her rejection angered me, but I pretended not to care. My dad once told me that only fools begged for love.

I couldn't hold back an evil grin as my hands s

lid into her hair to drag her closer to me and I whispered into her ear.

"Do you think you can hide from me?"

"I'll never accept you,” she said coldly. “I'd rather die."