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? ~~~~~ P.S. This is my second WSA 2024 entry. Please support with votes, gift, tickets and comments.
VALENCIA'S POV
"Leave my hand," I said to the girl when she held my hand again, glaring at the place she was gripping before looking back into her eyes.
I was having a pleasant time, but of course, the moon goddess had to send a bitch my way to ruin my mood and remind me why I stay like how I am.
"How dare you ask me to leave your hand? Do you even know who I am? Wait. Don't tell me you got into the place sneakily. A person with no smell and -" She paused, still contemplating if I was a werewolf, and I suppressed the urge to scoff in her face.
Tilting my head and squinting my brows, I looked at her from head to toe before grabbing her hand, which was grabbing my elbow.
"When I say you leave my hand, you do exactly what I tell you. I don't like strangers touching me, and as to who I am, why don't you wait for your alpha?" I asked, clearly telling her I was a werewolf and not a human that she was being cautious of.