The Lycan's Rogue Luna

CAT FIGHT.

Honey’s pov.

I held my tongue as resistance threatened to show its cruel face. In my attempt to control my anger as I was pushed and pulled across the room, the men were obediently following the orders of their precious little alpha, well, maybe not so little.

My wolf seethed under the surface. A restless energy pulsating as she tried to claw for control. She knew what I was trying to deny, that the alpha king was my mate. There was no reason to accept that, and it was apparent that we could never make it work.

A mate was a luxury that a rogue barely had; finding someone willing to throw away the cultures of their pack to be with a rogue was not easy. When I found Joe, my friend whom the men of the lycan King killed, he had eighteen rogues accompanying him, but ten of them found their mates over the years and left the life of a rogue behind.

This life wasn't for everyone; despite being forced into this life, I adapted quickly, and I wasn't going to give up for a man like the Lycan king.

The man went around killing riches for fun; that wasn't something I wanted in my life. I didn't want to be part of this life, but now I am part of this life, and I have to stand by it; it was really a cruel twist of fate, honestly. One that seemed to mock the very essence of rogue independence. My instincts and the undeniable connection I had with Xavier wrestled with the bitterness of my defiance.

My wolf wanted this union, clearly, but I didn't. I wasn't about to be pushed around by an alpha again. Not again, not anymore. As I was led out the door, I steeled myself against the inevitable collision between two conflicting worlds. The rogue within me, shaped by years of endless defiance and autonomy, refused to submit to a king who reveled in killing my kind.

I was a rogue now, and whoever destroyed my people was an enemy to me.

“Move it, rogue.” A voice snarled behind me, almost making me lose my footing.

I had no idea why they were being this harsh; it felt like the first day that I got to this pack. It was unbelievable to get this treatment now because it's been over a week.

Did they get another rogue attack? Was that why they were like this? I was confused and scared. But the defiance in me would not let that fear show.

As we strolled through the expansive space, my eyes wandered. I was absorbing the modern aesthetics that adorned the place.

The kitchen, a pristine expanse of sophistication, showcased a palette of white, gray, and black. White marble floors laid the foundation, their smooth surface enhancing the air of elegance. Dark grey countertops seamlessly merged with matching cupboards, creating a sleek and contemporary atmosphere—the island at the room’s heart. Outlined by illuminated glass, it became a focal point and demanded attention with its understated yet captivating design.

Switching my gaze to the living room, pops of natural blue stood out from the modern grey couches and off-white walls, and the generously sized patterned rug covered the cream carpeted floors, the various shades of blue complimenting the pillows, and the painting in the room.

I've never been to this place; I've only been to the packed kitchen. This place looked so different. I had no idea that the king had his quarters, so we cooked in the packed kitchen and came to give it to him; that is very weird. That is probably showing how much money he has.

Two women and one of the men from the meeting were sitting down on the couch, their soft laughter bouncing off the walls of the room. At the sound of our entrance, the woman with the pale blonde hair gracefully stood. Dressed in full white, her loose pants flowed gracefully with her with every step she took, and she had a smile on her face at the two men behind me.

“Hey Logan, hey Mario.” she greeted with a warm smile.

“Did you guys finish the meeting?” She asked them.

Even her voice sounded like silk.

“Hey Alicia, hey Lisa.” On if the men behind me greeted.

“Where's Xavier, and what's going on?” the blonde-haired goddess asked, her gaze landing on me with curiosity.

“Didn't Xavier come back with you?” She asked; she seemed to be close to the king. Calling him by his name was a sign of closeness. Maybe they were related?

“He went on a run, Alicia.” Another voice behind me said.

“But he….” the woman, Alicia, went on but was interrupted by Mario, I think?

“Come on, Alicia, I'm sure you're not going to die from seeing the love of your mind for some minutes.” He said.

She rolled her eyes at the comment and folded her arms.

“Shut up, Mario.” She said with a smile.

“And why is she trailing footprints all over the house?” She asked, eyeing me warily.

“She's one of the rogues caught trespassing in our territory.” One of the men behind me said I didn't know if it was Mario or Logan. They sounded alike, I realized.

My eyes didn't leave the woman’s, Alicia, and neither did hers. I don't know what it was between us, but I could sense the tension, the underlying conflict. My wolf was on the edge, and it wasn't from meeting the gorgeous king earlier.

“Ah, no wonder he isn't back from the run.” I could hear the sneer in her voice, and I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Your kind sets him on edge, and your kind is the poison of the werewolf community.” She said.

If I hadn't been bothered by her before, I was now. The anger started pulsing through my veins at the judgemental tone and the words that flowed with it.

“You really don't want me to tell you who the real poison is, bitch.” I growled; there was a stillness in the air. And no one dared to move or speak. It was as if time stood still, bonding the both of hostage.

My eyes didn't leave hers, and I noticed the anger flood her irises.

“You better watch that tone when you talk to me.” She growled and took a step closer to me.

“Or what? You'll put me in a time-out?” I mocked.