The Rogue Slave

"I, Alpha Damian Williams, future alpha of the white moon pack, rejects you Imelda Stone, of the Crescent pack, as my mate."

I could hear his voice still ringing in my head as I ran. The pain that seared through my heart was one I couldn't bear. It felt as though my heart had been ripped apart into two. The only time I felt this kind of pain was when my mother, the former Luna of the Crescent pack died.

Not wanting to tear up in front of him, I ran off after shifting into my wolf; not without rejecting him. 

Though it hurts, I refuse to be an object of ridicule. I am Imelda Stone, the first daughter of Alpha Raiden Stone. I had the blood of an Alpha running through me and I was no weakling. Therefore I was not going to become one because my mate rejected me. Though, my wolf Arla reacted differently, whimpering in pain, wanting nighting else but to be in the arms of our mate.

"Get it together Arla, he doesn't want us," I sneered angrily.

"I know, but it hurts," she whimpered in pain. I could feel the pain too but I refused to let it weigh me down. I just kept running, releasing my anger to the wind.

We had gone to the White Moon pack to make an alliance with them when I met him, my mate. He smelt of ginger bread and snow fluke. My heart soared in happiness and Arla paced about in my head happily. We wanted to meet our mate and be in his arms.

I thought I was lucky to have met my fated mate. Not everyone was privileged to have a mate, only two out of ten wolves ever got lucky to meet their mates. So I was more than glad to have gotten a mate but the moment I walked up to him, he rejected me, claiming he had someone he wanted already.

If not for the alliance that my pack came for, I would have clawed his handsome face and scar him for life. At least, he would use the scar to remember me as the mate he rejected.

But I couldn't do that, it would cause a fight and spoil all the effort my dad put into making the alliance. So I simply accepted his rejection and walked away with my head held up high.

I could hear some wolves approaching and they were not from my pack.

"Rogue wolves," Arla said and a sinister smile curved on my face.

"Perfect timing," I slowed down and allowed them close in on me. They were three wolves in total.

Two black wolves and a brown wolf. They caught up with me in no time. I growled menacingly, taking my stand.

"What's a lone Wolf like you doing out here on your own, you should be with daddy" one of the wolves circling me taunted. The brown one to be precise. It seemed to be the leader of it's little rogue group.

"None of your business," I sneered.

"If I were you, I'll run off now that I'm still being nice," I added and they growled threateningly.

"Watch your mouth little girl," he growled, glaring at me.

"Get out of my way," I ordered coldly.

"If we don't?"

I smiled wickedly, observing the way they moved. I could tell their weaknesses from their movement already and could take them all easily.

"Your spirits will be the ones to leave here, leaving your dead body behind."