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
One. Two. Three. Attack! I chanted in my mind every time before releasing the arrow. That's exactly what I have been doing for the past two hours.
It was tiring, but after seeing the devil again in the royal hall, one thing was for sure. No matter what I feel or what kind of happiness comes into my life, this sore thorn in my life won't go out until I get rid of it myself, and to be able to kill the devil, I will have to become powerful to be able to kill him.
If I don't continue practicing, I won't be able to do anything.
Even the weapon that would kill him was ready.
"Are you training, baby?" Maverick's voice stopped me, and I turned to look at him. His glistening body was dripping sweat, a clear indication that he had returned from training, making me sigh.
"Kind of. Is your training over?" I asked, and he nodded.