Regrets

"What do you mean by your question?" I stutter.

"Is he your mate?" The older Alpha asked for the second time.

"Why will you ask such a question, Alpha? Of course not, he's not my mate."

Not only do I not swing that way, but there's no way I can be mated to someone as cold, arrogant and devilish as the rogue.

Fan be it that I got a mate like him. It's more fitting to hit my head on the wall than to be shackled with a mate like him.

"Are you sure about that? Are you sure you don't feel the pull towards him, you —"

"I would have known he's my mate at the first meeting. There's no way I would have missed the scent you all talk about. Alpha, he isn't my mate."

And I hope he never will be.

Someone like the rogue isn't qualified to be the mate of another. He deserves to leave the rest of his life alone and searching.

No one deserves to be shackled to someone as insufferable as he is. No one deserves to be treated the way he treats me.

"Something isn't adding up here." The older Alpha placed his hand under his jaw, in deep thoughts.

"What's not adding up?"

"How do you explain all he's doing? No male can ever do something like this for another if they aren't expecting anything in return."

"Oh, that," I scoff. "The rogue is only trying to humiliate me. That was what he told me. He lives to humiliate me all the chances he gets."

The pain I felt from the spanks he gave to me might have dwindled a bit, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about that.

I still remember every little detail of those times he spanked me.

"But that doesn't explain his possessiveness towards you. He's acting like a wolf who found his mate. He—"

"You don't need to worry yourself about anything Alpha. He's not my mate, and never will be. I've never had any interest in males, I don't think the goddess will pair me with a gender I don't like."

In truth, I might not have had any romantic interest in females, but that can only be a result of my always-busy schedule.

Wait until I'm finally free from the Rogue, I'll seek my mate.

"You'll be surprised by the way the goddess works. Ordinarily, you might think things will go a certain way, but she proves you wrong by making things go a certain way."

" He is not my mate, and there's no way he can be my mate. I don't like him, and I never will be.

All I'm patiently waiting for is to be free from his hold." I can't wait for the day he might either release me or defeat him.

That day will be the happiest day of my life. It'll make me the happiest werewolf on the face of the earth.

Oh, the joy it'll give.

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"He is not my mate, and there's no way he can be my mate. I don't like him, and I never will be."

It seems the words my mate spoke were on auto-repeat in my brain, as my mind kept on replaying those words without ceasing.

Trying to forget those words proved rather impossible, as the words were trying to be known. By the way, it kept on repeating, you'll think I was the one who switched it on.

"What's wrong with you?" My mate asked for the second time since we left the pack behind.

"There's nothing wrong with me," I answer in a clipped tone. Looking ahead, I tried to calculate the time it'll take us before we reach my pack.

He didn't ask any more about my mood, but I can tell he was dying to know why my mood is sour. He might not have spoken it out, but I'm quite aware of that fact.

"Let's go." I morph into my wolf and leaned forward, so he can climb on me.

"I'm good—"

An oops sound escaped his mouth when I took off unexpectedly. Racing through the forest, I tried to vent out my frustrations on the forest.

But it seems my mind is strongly thinking about the words of my mate.

Mek shrieked as he tightly held on to me, but I didn't cease the speed limit. I raced through the forest without feeling remorse.

All I felt was frustration.

I howled to the sky. My voice sounded dejected and broken. My legs aching like no man's business, but I continued.

I want to make myself numb to the Pains I'm feeling in my heart right now.

The former rogue head was saying the truth when he said having a mate is the same as calling heartbreak and heartache to yourself.

I should have listened to him.

I shouldn't have tried to tame my mate, who happens to be an Alpha. I should have left him with his pack. This way, I wouldn't have felt the need to try to be better for someone who doesn't see anything good in what I do.

For his sake, I've attempted to change the ways of rogues. I made sure I do things according to how they do in the normal wolf world, but 8t seems he doesn't care about it at all.

He's not moved by the things I'm trying to do for his sake.

He still sees me as nothing but a wolf who took him from his pack. He sees me as nothing but a rogue, one who's stubborn and headstrong.

"Slow down!" He tightly held on to my fur.

But this time I didn't heed his words. Instead of slowing down as he requested, I picked up the pace.

This time, I changed direction. From the normal forest, I entered the place of the fallen trees.

I jumped through them as he shrieked. However, it didn't give me the relief I want. Didn't make me feel less angry with the world.

Instead, it made me frustrated, and angry with myself.