ROGUE

Beta Noir was leading the patrol group for the night. He had made it his utmost aim to catch and extract information from every rogue lurking around in the darkness. He geared up himself before leaving for the packed gate where he’d meet the speedy awaiting group. He flexed up his muscles underneath his shadow black armor shins. Noir never really fancied color that much.

As he approached the gate, he saw Alpha Damon come through it. He halted and bowed his head.

“Alpha”, he greeted. Damon nodded. At 6’6, Damon was a bit taller than he was. Noir lifted his head and looked at Damon. He looked shaken. Noir knew if he asked, Damon won’t say answer him, he’d get a shake of a head at most.

He remembered the times before Damon became Alpha. He was free and a much better person. Being Alpha made him depressed and woebegone. He wasn’t the easy-going best friend he knew. He was a cranky old man in a young man’s body. Damon’s second in command couldn’t blame him though. He knew the responsibilities of an Alpha and he knew Damon was dealing with it the best way he could but he wished Damon will take it easy on himself.

Noir walked away from the Alpha and towards the gate. He’d already sent a patrol pack earlier that day to scout around the area.

“Beta Noir” One of the warriors Damien, greeted him.

“We caught someone running in the woods today,” Damien said sounding weirdly excited.

“Yes, so? you know what to do, send him down for interrogation” Noir answered with a matter-of-fact tone.

“I know but this isn’t just any rogue. It’s a female. You’re gonna like this one,” he said “She’s hot.”

Noir was wondering what he meant by all these when he added,

“ and feisty. I was hoping the boys and I could take turns with her” he suggested. Noir felt bile rise in his throat. She may be a rogue but that didn’t mean they’d mess with her in that way. It was not just right.

Noir shot Damien a hostile look and watched Damien cornerback. He was led to where the rogue was being held at the moment.

The closer Noir got to the rogue, the nicer the air around the area became. It smelt amazing. The most sensuous smell he’d ever perceived. It was like strawberry with something intriguing. Spicy, he thought. The rogue was held by both hands by the warriors. The moment she rose her head to look, he was awestruck at the most serene pair of blue eyes he’d ever beheld. His wolf growled “Mate”.

…

Ophelia couldn’t blame herself enough for being so careless she chided herself constantly for being so trivial with her safety. The others blamed her specifically for it. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy at every wolf there was around here. Especially the leader, he was dripping in finesse.

Ophelia didn’t bother to struggle at all her efforts would have been utterly futile considering the men keeping her captive. Their hands were so tight she felt she was going to have bruises. Closing her eyes and hoping something good or even a miracle would happen, her nostrils flared with a glorious scent. Woody, fresh, masculine. It hit her hard and its memory is permanently in her brain. Ophelia couldn’t help but purr. It made her mouth water like freshly baked brownies.

She slowly rose her head to a pair of sharp green eyes that contrasted with the dark chocolate skin of the owner. God damn, he was perfection. A hard-formed bone structure that must have taken decades in the gym, tone muscles that seemed constructed in his shirt. His beauty was charming.

Ophelia could get used to this. The curly dark hair, piercing green eyes, the full dark plump lips, oh she could get used to this.

Her not-so-decent thoughts were brought to a euphoric high when she heard his voice.

“Release her”. sweet mother of daisies. Only a few more words could make her go haywire. Talk about mate pull.

Immediately, the hands holding her were unclasped. She mindlessly rubbed her sore arms while Noir looked at her carefully. He took steps closer to her and pulled her towards him in a bone-crushing hug before burying his face in her neck,” Mine” he growled.

She immediately relaxed in his hold. Noir stepped back and started inspecting her arms for any sign of damage.

“Are you hurt”, he asked looking very concerned. She shook her head, loss for words. He chuckled.

“Are you shy of me”, he asked again looking at her again. She shook her head.

Ophelia noticed she was being mute around him before finally replying, “Uh I’m not”. She couldn’t even convince herself. She internally facepalmed at how foolish he must think she was.

She took her precious time to stare at all his features more, carefully. He had a nicely carved beard that wasn’t the too noticeable cause of his skin color. So perfect.

“The way you’re staring at me at me makes me feel like asking”, he told her looking straight into her eyes.

Shoot! She remembered how the mate pulls worked. You could understand parts of what your mates thought until you were fully mates before you could completely know what your mate's thoughts are. It was like a mind fusion of some sort.

She blushed at his comment.

Noir noticed the gaping warrior that stood around them. He decided to make it official.

“Everyone this is my mate”, he said in an authoritative voice. “If you look at her, talk to her, conceive thoughts about her that I’d deem unacceptable, I’d make you all castes-tested warriors. Clear!?

“Yes”, they answered uniformly.

“Come, love. I need to take you to our Alpha”, he said.

Ophelia’s eyes widened. What if their Alpha knew Draco? All Alphas knew each other. What if he worked for Draco? She couldn’t let that happen. She had evaded somehow.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too early” I mean I don’t even know your name”

“I’m Noir”, he answered immediately

“Ophelia-“

“Beautiful name love. Are you French?”

“Yes I am”, she stated. “ But don’t you think we should get to know each other better” she sounded desperate. She was desperate.

Noir noticed the urgency in her voice. Why was she so skeptical about meeting Alpha Damon? He wouldn’t push it. Whatever it was, he was willing to wait. They had the time in the world to meet Damon. But then again, she was a rouge. How pups he justifies that? By now, her head belonged on a spike. Noir shivered at his thoughts.

“Alright then. We’d see him later. Butt for now, ‘you’re coming with me Ophelia”, Noir said.

He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. She liked the way he called her name. It made her feel over. Noir held her by the waist and holed her past the warriors. He noticed Damien stretching his hand to introduce himself.

“Don’t even think about it”, Noir growled emphasizing every word. Damien smiled sheepishly and took some steps back.

“Stay away from her” Noir demanded.

Damien nodes but still believed he’d try something frisky if he wasn’t watching.

Noir couldn’t wait until they were fully mated. She was so precious to him although he just met her a while ago. She was beautiful, too beautiful to behold.

He graciously led her to his bedroom. Noir wouldn’t brag about being color oriented. His choices were very mundane.

As soon as Noir opened the door, Ophelia’s senses were clouded with his scent. Talk about heaven. She didn’t care that his bedroom was all about different shades. Of grey. A few patches of black and white. It looked classic to her.

Noir beamed at the thought of her appreciating him as he was. Where had she been all of her life? She walked into the room and flew onto his bed.

“Making yourself comfortable”, Noir commented with a smile.