Chapter one

~M

"I told you a thousand times Mikel, I don't like clingy guys," I say and he just looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

"But Sophia since you came into town I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you. You're my mate," he sobs as streams of hot liquid roll down his cheek.

I roll my green eyes at his failed attempts to convince me we are fated to be together. "We're not mates," I hiss in a hushed tone glancing around. The last thing I need is for someone to over here this blubbering idiot.

"Yes we aaree," he whales while wiping the tears off his cheeks.

"Then I reject you," I reply joking but he, of course, takes me seriously and let's out a very unattractive sob.

Some werewolf he's turning out to be.

Listen here, and listen good. He. Is. Not. My. Mate. I'm not even kidding, I came into town about a week ago and he has been following me around everywhere.

I swear, this is why I don't date wolves or humans. In fact, I don't date. "Mikel I'm not your type trust me," I say trying a new approach. Letting the British accent I have been suppressing poke through as I spoke.

"You're my everything," he insists and tries to hug me, but I spin around him faster than he can blink.

Omegas. "No I'm a Rogue. But you have a pack. Go home to them, find your real mate," I say softly and he turns to face me.

"You can come with me. I can introduce you to my Alpha! You can join our pack!" He says with big brown eyes. It reminds me of melting chocolate.

"That's not my kind of thing. I'm not one to respect authority." I say scratching the back of my head.

"But I love you!!" He says this time attempting to sound serious and not pathetic.

He is kind of handsome with short brown hair, built well and smells good. But I have to say he is the ugliest crier.

I take a deep breath and sigh, maybe if I sigh loud enough all the worlds problems will go away.

"Option B it is." I mumble and step closer to him. He wipes his eyes and looks at me curiously.

"What's option B?" He asks as I ball my hand into a fist and punch him in the gut.

He makes a grunting sound and falls onto my shoulder. "That answer your question?" I mumble sarcastically and gently lay him on the ground.

I look around the empty parking lot in the back of an old Ice cream store to make sure no one can see me. I sigh a relief as the sun sets, its always easier to leave a pack territory at night and I am ready to get out of here.

I hate going into towns to only find out it is some pack's territory. I just want to shout "Unless you peed on every single freaking inch of this town, it's not 'technically' yours!!"

It bugs me even more when people try to make me part of a pack. I have a saying my brother used to tell me, and that is the only code I will ever follow.

"The only person that can take care of me. Is me." I recite the line as I casually walk into the woods with a bag on my back.

That was what my brother and my sister used to say when we were together. They weren't my real siblings. They were mates, who just happened to be a pair of rogues that took me in. Since they were to young to play mom and dad, they played sister and brother.

But they aren't with me anymore, things got in the way. To be specific the old Alpha of the pack called "Daylights Death" David Ranner.

Rumor is he went crazy and trained his pack so that they could be the most fearsome pack on the east coast of the United States of America. But he went to far and tortured them and then killed his own mate. That's when he was labeled as crazy and was going to be killed by his own pack along with the help of other packs. But he ran away and is now the most wanted wolf in the nation.

However his pack his still ruled by a ruthless Alpha, Ashton Reed and rumor has it the he is still in contact with David. People say they are planning to start another war.

I cringe at the thought because lost so many too soon after the first god damn war. We don't need another one.

I step over a root and I feel an instant pressure. I've moved territories and this one is more threatening and more powerful. I try to take my mind off of it.

I actually only have 2 tattoos which is rare because most rogues have like 100. I should know I've met a bunch.

This one was similar to the one my father had. It's a dragon wrapping around my ankle in black and white. Around it's neck is a collar with a lock. I got it when I was younger.

And I HATE the meaning behind it, but you need money to get a tattoo removed. That's something I don't have.

The wind around me picks up.

And without realizing it I have been walking all night. My mind lingers on the option of joining a pack. The thought has crossed my mind, it would be easier, not having to worry about where I'm going to where I'm going to sleep.

Suddenly I'm pulled from my thoughts by a snapping twig from beside me. I freeze in my spot, wait and listen. I hear the tree leaves in the wind, I hear the beating of my heart. And I hear the breathing of someone else.

"I can hear you. Come out," I say. I look around the trees but I don't see anyone.

It's daylight out, like 6 in the morning daylight, the forest isn't that dense which makes it easier to see.

When nothing happened I sigh frustratedly. "I'm not going to repeat myself!" I say louder.

Leaves shuffle from beside me and a little boy about 11 years old steps out from behind a tree. He looks frightened but not terrified. Interested but not curious. Brave but very cautious.

He has brown hair and dark brown eyes. Those eyes are that of a young Alpha. Unmistakably he is a Wolf and one hell of one at that. He's wearing baggy basketball shorts and a plain black T-shirt.

He's to clean to be a rogue, to soft in the eyes. He's cute though, with high cheek bones and a defined jaw even so young. When he grows up he will be quiet the looker.

"What the hell are you doing out here? Go scurry back to your pack," I say and pick up my bag.

"No." He says and I glance back over at him.

I look him up and down for any wounds but besides a few cutes and bruises he's fine.

"And why not?" I ask putting a hand on my hip. Amused by him.

"Because I don't want to," he says and I give him a look of disbelief.

"What?" I ask bewildered. Trying to hide my smile.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," he says in a smooth tone similar to mine.

I couldn't fight the smirk spreading on my lips. "Alright kid. So why are you bothering me. Go find a friend in you pack," I say and start to walk away.

I bet he hit his head on something.

"No way." He says following me and I just roll my eyes.

"And why not?" I ask and brush my fingers through my blonde, beach waved hair that goes down to my hip.

"They scare the shit out of me," he says raising his voice a little.

I point my finger at his face "watch your fucking language," I say.

He raises an eye brow at me and crossed his arms. I ignore his look, "aren't you scared of me? I'm a big bad Rogue grrr," I say and he raises his eyes brow even higher.

"You just look like some random hot British chick to me," he says and I throw my hands up dramatically.

"What is wrong with you? Are all kids like this?" I asks and he shrugs.

"Alright." I say and cross my arms over my chest to match his stance.

"So you can't make friends. That has nothing to do with me." I say and he grins a mischievous grin.

"Well it could. You seem fun, I'll just follow you," he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No way. I'm traveling, if your seen with me you might be attacked," I say and he smirks.

Even though he is young you can feel the power running off of him. "Yea but at least you won't be fighting alone," he says.

"What happened to the children of this generation?" I mumble. And I slide my bag off my shoulder.

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