1 Rogue She-Wolf & Her 2 Alpha Mates

Out of breath, gasping for air, I hid behind an old oak tree. I begged for the tree to keep me hidden and safe. I desperately grabbed handfuls of mud on the ground at the tree’s base and smeared it all over my face and body. I was willing to do anything to throw off my scent. As I was smearing mud all over myself, my curvy figure, my face, only in this moment did I wish I was thinner and harder to spot. I immediately froze when I heard a twig snap. My head snapped up as my eyes scanned the trees, the bush all around me. I couldn’t help but silently curse myself for getting myself into this situation. I was once a part of an elite wolf pack, one that was highly respected in the underworld. After my father died, it all crumpled away. My father was my best friend, my confidant, king of the family, the glue that held us all together; but he was gone. Little by little things changed. People stopped caring, stopped calling, and mainly, it all seemed they were after his assets. But didn’t they have enough? All they did was take from him like spineless, leeches. They sucked his blood dry. Those that called themselves his family only loved him for his money. Is this what money did to people? Greedy, cowardly, scum, they did nothing to earn his love nor his loyalty and charity. He worked hard for everything he had. And yet those scums opened their mouths and even bit him when he fed them. The pack essentially kicked me out, I was now a rogue wolf. A rogue wolf was essentially one without a pack. And well, once a wolf is a rogue, it means they have a huge target on their back because essentially, it was all a fair game for anyone to attack and what kind of protection does one have without their pack? None, you have no protection. And to be a rogue female meant that unsavory characters could just do whatever the hell they wanted. But no not me, I was an alpha female and despite my pain and anguish, despite my anger towards my father’s pack, I was determined to get my revenge from those that dared called themselves family. Unfortunately, my plans for revenge took a detour. It was almost as if someone threw a wrench into my well oiled machine. Or could it be that this person saved me from me? I would never admit it out loud, not in that moment at least. I’ve been trying to get away from the pair of gamma wolf twins. They have spied on me town after town that I have strolled into. I’m not sure who had them trailing me but I didn’t like it. It wasn’t until my car broke down in some ghost town that I realized I was screwed. I went into the diner and sure enough those fools were following me. After I ordered something, I pretended to use the bathroom when I darted to the back of the establishment and sped my way through the kitchen; I almost bumped into the dishwasher boy and darted out the back door. I could hear the chef and his crew yelling expletives after me as I headed into the woods. It seemed I headed into a forest preserve area because I could see the vastly wooded area, with literally no other roads in sight; just pure greenery. I definitely wasn’t the fastest wolf, but I was an alpha and, despite being plus-sized with all these curves, I could move. And when I say I was plus-sized, I mean BBW. Big beautiful woman. I also had an advantage I was quick witted and I would rather try my luck out in the forest, easily out smarting tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb, than take my chances getting trapped by these two idiots in front of other humans. Okay, my initial plan was to lose them in the forest and go back on the road, somehow. But the problem was, every time I ran, they would run faster. I couldn’t exactly transform into my wolf so easily. It’s been awhile since I allowed myself to wolf out. If I'm being completely honest with myself, ever since I became a rogue I have wanted nothing to do with my wolf side only because I wanted nothing to do with anything connected to my father’s side. The fury inside me was one that I tried to suppress because I did not want my rage to come out just yet. No, and my plan had to be calculated, not a sudden act of rage. No, because in reality, I wanted to get revenge one by one on all of them that wronged my father. I would have my revenge for him. I silently made that promise to him and myself. I snapped out of my thoughts as I scented them. And If I scented them, then I knew damn well they scented me too. FUCK.