The constant blaring of my alarm, which was right next to my, woke me from peaceful sleep. I awoke, my head deep in the plush pillows, my hair, still damp from my bath last night, all over the place. I was honestly grateful for this plush queen sized bed, it was absolutely heavenly. Which only made it harder for me to get out of bed everyday at the crack of dawn. 

Easily slamming my hand on the off button of my alarm clock, I rolled over in between my sheets, soon realizing that I was again naked. Only time that I woke up naked is when the night before I had another unbearable night of the hot flashes. The term "hot flashes" couldn't even begin to describe how I felt. The fact that I found myself always getting bags of ice nearly ever week for this occasion was beyond miserable.

It had started off as an everyday thing, having gone on for two weeks straight. Only time I left my apartment was to go to the grocery store to get ice because I wasn't sure when the flashes would happen again. It was weird because it happened at all times of the day. But when my savings was running low and I was in desperate need of a job, they had miraculously stopped. 

Until they became once a week. 

Though I didn't have a specific day of the week when they occurred, they were limited to being at night. Reasons for why I now worked mornings at the diner. I made the mistake of taking a coworkers shift since she had a family emergency and was in the middle of work when the flashes started. If it wasn't for my boss letting me off early, I am sure it would've been the death of me. 

Sighing as I looked out my window, seeing that sun wasn't even up yet. That's how early I went to work, just so I wouldn't be there for whenever the flashes started. Sighing in exhaustion, I sit up in my bed and grab the silk red robe from the foot of the bed, no doubt having gotten taken off in my night of wild sleeping. 

Easily slipping the cool, silky material over my exposed body, I get out of bed and into the bathroom. Doing my business and then brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk back into the room to get dressed. The dress code for the diner was fairly simple, jeans and a black or red short sleeved top. We had personalized aprons, which we were able to design if we wanted, and name tags. Shoes were left to either sneakers or comfortable low rise boots. Hair of course had to be pulled up, but other than that, there was a lot of leeway. 

I had started at the diner as a waitress, not having told Rhoda- my boss- that I was a chef over in France. I knew she would need proof and seeing how I couldn't provide it, I never mentioned it. But one day when we had closed up, she was in her office for hours doing the books and I whipped her something to eat, knowing she hadn't eaten that whole day. And at that moment, I was made part-time chef as well as continuing to be a waitress. Which I was fine with. 

After dressing in my clothes, I put a small French braid on the left side of my head and braided it into the ponytail that was becoming their usual loose curls. Heading towards the kitchen, I fix myself cinnamon toast, something quick that I could eat on my walk to the diner. 

My brothers had yet to trace me to Texas, which I was glad for. I hadn't heard anything of them going to France, if they were successful or non-successful. I mean surely they weren't successful because I was still free but I wasn't sure if they received any information. I was hoping that when I wiped out people's recollection of me that I had erased the culprit of who tipped off my brothers, but I couldn't for certain. I told Jemma not to worry about finding out for me because I didn't want to draw attention to her. 

I wasn't going to dwell on it, I was going to live my life as best as I could... With being a rogue and a witch who was on territory that wasn't my own. But yet with being here for six months, it hadn't seemed like anyone noticed my presence. My werewolf senses hadn't been tipped off by anyone, so I wasn't sure exactly where the pact stayed on their territory. No werewolf had come to the diner but whenever I went on the town there was the occasional wolves but nothing severe. Though my scent was masked it was easy to come off as just a human with wearing a couple sprays of my perfume, that seemed to do the trick. But I couldn't be in the presence of a wolf too long before they realize that there was something off about me. 

After my toast popped out of the toaster, I quickly put them on a napkin and rushed out of my apartment to head to work. As I walked somewhat tiredly I made it to the diner in less than fifteen minutes, five minutes to spare before the diner opened. 

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Garret woke up to constant kisses on his neck, making him fairly uncomfortable. The constant "kisses" felt like a bird nagging him. He groaned out of annoyance but he knew whoever was "kissing" him found it something satisfying. 

He turned away from her, beginning to wake up. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his tired muscles. He could vaguely remember what happened the night before but it must've been something sexual because he found himself stark naked. Surely his date who was now creeping up to him from behind was also naked. And as she pressed her bare chest against his back, he knew he was right. 

"How'd you sleep?" she asks seductively, trying at least. 

"Good, I guess," he said shortly. 

"Mmm," she said. "Do you think you have it in you for round two... or three?"

Against his better judgement, he felt his member beginning to wake up, obviously his morning wood. Seeing how he had someone here and now, he didn't think twice about it. As they began round three, he kissed her neck, gaining a loud- and quite annoying- moan from her, he quickly tried to enter his member inside her to relieve himself- fast and quick. 

Just before he could, his door busted open, slamming against the wall loudly. As Garret quickly took refuge under his sheets along with the girl, he quickly looked over at the culprit and mentally cursed at himself. 

"You know, it's funny," his father starts, not caring that his son is naked with someone else that isn't his mate. "I was trying to figure out how my son, the Alpha of this pack, was unable to realize how there is a rogue on our territory for the past six months. But now I see why."

Garret instantly grew confused. "What are you talking about?"

His father chuckles. "Unbelievable. I've been home for five minutes and know that there is a rogue on our territory and yet while you have a dick inside our Beta's daughter, you just didn't know?"

Garret was silent at first. 

"Kimberly!" he says, finally figuring out who the mystery girl he was about to have sex with was. 

She looked at him. "You didn't know who I was?"

"Of course he didn't," his father says. "As if you didn't know that my son was a whore."

"Dad-"

"Get dressed and meet me in my office. Now."