Mature Content- Rated18+ (No rape) "You look lonely and well..." "Well?" The Alpha gave her a condescending smile. "Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt." She said. "It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want," Alpha Maverick said. "And what do you want?" She asked with a sweet smile. "Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me," Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him. "You are not a rogue, are you?" Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly. She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world. ~~~~~~ "I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate." These were the exact words that changed her life. Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing. She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms. What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son? How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him? How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent? When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat? Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter. How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things?
VALENCIA'S POV
Past continued~~~~~
I watched the man who looked the strongest yet the loneliest. His shoulders were hunched, and the little vibrant energy I felt radiating from him when he fought for me vanished.
"It's okay if you don't want to share it with me," I smiled comfortingly at him.
However, he shook his head at me.
"I want to. It's good to tell you because I know we won't meet again and maybe I will feel a little lighter. I have been carrying the burden of this truth for quite some time," he said, wiping his hands before he nodded at me, an indication to follow him.
I stood from the place even when I didn't want to walk. I understood we needed to keep moving to survive the night. We couldn't afford to let our scent linger anywhere, and though I didn't have a scent, the rogues would smell the primary scent of blood that we both were oozing.