Badass Rogue and Her Alpha Mate

Part #4

Delilah ~ 

Michael, his parents and I are all siting on the back patio around a small table eating the snacks they prepared. They are all talking and I occasionally join in when a question is asked to me, but other than that I just look towards the forest, wondering about when I'll get back out there. 

"Dear, did you hear what I asked you?" I hear Caroline ask me. I turn to look at her and find all three pair of eyes all staring at me.

"No, sorry I didn't. My mind is elsewhere." She smiles at me and then continues. 

"No worries dear, but I was wondering if you would like to join me on a shopping trip? You'll be needing a nice dress for the Luna coronation and when Michael introduce you to the pa-" I stop her there as I can't hear anymore of this.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I won't be needing a dress as I won't be Luna and there isn't going to be a coronation, well, for me anyways. I'm not going to be staying her for long so, when Michael finds the one he wants to become his Luna, then she can get to go dress shopping with you." She looks shocked and then sad. Michael looks a bit mad, well not really, he looks real mad but who am I to care?

"Oh nonsense dear, you will be Luna along side my son and you will surely make beautiful pups. Oh that reminds me, where are your parents. We should call them and tell them to come here and meet us. Do they know about super naturals as well?" I close my eyes and look down. I'm clenching my fists so hard that blood is drawn and I'm sure they can all smell it. I breathe out frustrated and say,

"My parents are both long dead." With that I stand up and walk into the forest. I walk for about twenty minutes until I hear a few growls from the direction I was walking towards. Three real ugly and dirty looking wolves come out from the trees and growl at me. I roll my eyes at them.

''Guys this seriously isn't the time for you to attack me. Now, if you go back over the border and leave quickly, I won't have to tell that douche of an alpha this pack has that is probably gonna tear you limb from limb." They just growl again and then one pounces on me. I step out of the way just before he reaches me and he goes flying into a tree. The other two attack me and I sigh, not really in the mood for fighting. I still to though, because I have a few more things I've got to do before I die. I do a split kick in the air and send them flying opposite ways. I can hear the one from before trying to sneak up on me but I turn and punch him right in the muzzle. He whimpers and then growls at me. He than attacks me again.

It continues on like this for another six minutes until finally my douche of a mate comes out of the tree lines with his beta and a few warriors. They're all shifted and watching us, well more so, me. I continue to dodge and hit the rogues until Michael growls which has them all whimpering and bowing down to him. I don't even acknowledge him as I say,

"You need to increase your patrols, and better your response time on rogues." Then I walk back to the pack house to see Caroline and Leonard standing there looking worried. Caroline runs up to me and hugs me. When I don't respond to it and growl at her she gets the message and gets off of me. 

"Oh dear I was so worried when the warrior reported that you found some rogues. Are you alright? Nothing bad happened to you out there?" She looks and sees my shirt was ripped during the commotion and lucky it wasn't my skin, but unluckily, she can now see the scar that rests on my stomach.

"Oh gosh dear what happened there? Who did that? What happened?" I fold my arms over my stomach and step away from her. I cough awkwardly and excuse myself. I get up to the room I was given and sit on the bed. I sigh and reach into my back to get my photo, but when I don't feel it I panic. I dig through every pocket and all over the room but it's not here, then I retrace my steps downstairs and since I still haven't found it inside means it's probably outside and one of the pack members probably found it if it didn't blow away.

When I get outside I run and don't stop running until I get back to where the rogues confronted me.  search frantically for the photo until I hear a clearing of someone's throat behind me. I turn and see Michael with the photo in his hand. I glare at him and he just smirks.

"Looking for something?" Sarcastic motherfucker.

"Yeah, your brain but seems I can't find it anywhere, must not have any." I give him a fake smile and his face turns into one of anger.

"Now that I have the photo back you can't leave. I know this means a lot to you and since it's in my possession I can have you stay here. In the time that you will be here you're gonna be a good little submissive mate. That means, cooking and cleaning in the pack house, anyone who has problems can come and ask you for advice which you will give them, what else, oh yes, playing with the pups at least two times a week and even if you don't like kids, act like you are enjoying it. No questions? Great." He smiles and I flip him off while walking to go back to the pack house, but since it's behind him and he can now see me more clearly, he sees the scar on my stomach. He grabs my arm effectively stopping me from walking away and practically yells at me,

"What are those on your stomach?!" God he is so dam annoying.

"I'm sure you can see that they are scars. I didn't think you were that dumb." He growls again.

"Who gave them to you?!" I simply shrug at him and once he realizes he isn't going to get an answer, he sighs frustrated then says something that does get to me a bit.

"Cover them up now. A Luna shouldn't have ugly scars scattering her body, they're meant to have perfect bodies. God, why couldn't you have just been a normal wolf." He mutters the last part but I still hear him. I yank my arm out of his hold and glare at his face.

"I'm so sorry almighty Alpha, that I'm not as 'perfect' as those girls you f**k. I'm sorry that I have a past that doesn't include going out with my friends to the mall and getting our nails done, and I'm sorry that I have scars on my body that just makes you so ashamed to have me as a mate. But I'm not ashamed of my scars, nor will I ever be. So, I'm not going to cover them up and give you the satisfaction of having the 'perfect mate' who will then become the 'perfect Luna' for you and your pack. I am going to give you so much hell while I'm here you'll be shoving that damn photo in my hands and kicking me out the door." I hear his wolf whimper but I pay no attention as I am already walking away from him. I mean what is wrong with him, who says that stuff about their mate. I'm not even started on the amount of hell I'm going to give him, and once I'm done, he's gonna be wishing that he listened to me in the first place. Let the games begin, mate.