Chapter 3

You rattle the handle, but Henry locked the door from the other side. “Open the door,” you tell him.

"No," you hear him gasp.

"Thank goodness!" you hear him say with the sound of heels on the stairs.

“I'm here, honey,” says a woman's voice. You listen all day to them having sex on the other side of the door, torturing your body. You help yourself a few times, but it isn’t enough. Slowly, you feel the heat wave go away as the sun settled. You don't realize that Henry and his human woman have left the building.

“Henry?” you call out, but get no answer.

Yep, they left you. Just when you thought you were going to sleep on a roof overnight and pray that the heat wave doesn’t come back, the door opens.

"Dave!" you exclaim, happy to see him.

“I'm so sorry I chased after you this morning. This bloody heat wave,” he complains, holding out his hand to you, to help you up.

You and Dave were always best friends, as I mentioned earlier.

“Thanks for coming to my aid,” you giggle nervously as you straighten your clothes.

“Let's get you home before another heat wave hits,” Dave says with urgency.

“Another one? In the evening?” you question with fear.

“Since the rogues have moved into the castle, their females have been coming to town and causing one heatwave after another, even during the night. Especially after a natural heat wave like today,” Dave explains as you follow him down the stairs.

"What do you mean, they're causing a heat wave?" you question, confuse.

"Of course, not on purpose. I think it's because of the un-fated she-wolves that it happens the way it does,” Dave draws his own conclusion.

The moment you got outside, you felt it creeping up into your body again. "Oh, no."

"Crap. You better run. I’ll do my best to fend off anyone coming after you,” Dave says, but before he could finish, your scent hit him. "Run!"

You already have your shoes off and jump into a sprint. You know shifting would make you faster, but shifting would only bring more horny male lycans your way.

You pick up the different scents. Some, you know, some are new.

“Screw it,” you tell yourself and shift as you run, ripping your clothes right off your back. You hear the lycans cry, meaning they shifted too. You aren't far from home, but you don't want to bring danger to your doorstep, fearing that your father won't be able to scare off the rogues.

You know the town that is turning into a city like the back of your hand and ran down an alley, scaring the daylights out of a few people hiding in the dark.

'What the hell?' you ask yourself as you reach a dead end. ‘This wasn't here before.’

Yes, princess; a lot has changed since you left for varsity.

You turn to run a different route, but a dozen or so wolves are at each other's throats.

You try to sneak past the fighting wolves, but the two rogues stop you in your tracks. They smell dangerous and for some reason you like it.

The male wolves of your pack give up the fight when a rogue female caught their attention.

The rogues corner you, their scent tempting you. The first of them shifts back to his human form with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shift back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.

He walks over to you and hungrily pulls your body against his. His erection press against your skin. The rest of the rogues shifts into their human forms, one looking better than the other. You want them all. Their hands and mouths are all over your naked body, licking, touching, and grabbing. With one of their faces between your legs, you catch a delicious scent. 'My fated mate is among them,' you think and open your eyes.

Your eyes meet a rogue who is still in his wolf form. He must have just joined. 'MATE.' You feel it rip through your soul as your eyes met his wolf's eyes. He growls and the one light in the dark alley flickers before it pops. The men who are devouring your body let you go as if your skin is burning them. They shift back to their wolf forms, their heads low, before running away, leaving you alone with the rogue that had just scared them off, your fated mate.

‘I am fated to a rogue?’ you ask, unable to speak. Your body needs him to take you as if the other men prepared you just for him.

He changes into his human form, but you can't really see his face because it is too dark. The moment his body touch yours, you knew no matter what, there will be no parting from him.

“Mine,” his husky voice says in your ear as he presses you against something before entering your womanhood. You gasp in pain, causing him to stop.

“Don't stop,” you moan, not caring about the pain. You want him.

 He thrust again, making you whimper in pain and lust. Every time a little breath escapes your throat with each thrust, his rough body encases your delicate flesh.

You hear your parents calling for you. The heat wave passed again, but your body punishes you for denying yourself all this time.

Your virgin blood hit your fated mate's nose, and you sense his surprise. He knew the voices calling were calling to you, but like you, he ignores them. It isn't until your father's shotgun went off that he let go of your body.

“No,” you cried when neither of you climaxed. He changes into his wolf form and ran away.

Your father doesn’t follow because he knows it will only bring trouble to your doorstep. No one could really be blamed for what they did during a heat wave.

"My princess!" your mother exclaims, running to you to cover your naked body. You are not sure if she sounds relieved or worried.

You change into your wolf form and give your father an angry look as you walk past him. Not that he can see it because it is too dark.