The Alpha Rogue

Chapter 1: Rude Awakening Present day! Lucas POV

“You are meant to change the world my dear boy. There will be days where you feel lost and alone. But don’t let that fuel you. Know your mom and dad loved you! And will always love you my sweet boy. I will be with you Always, I love you!”

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I shoot up out of sleep! A cold sweat all over my body! I take a deep breath to settle the tension in my veins like my foster mother taught me. I lean back, absent mindedly rubbing the onyx Bracelet I’ve had for as long as I can remember.

Again, with this dream, I’ve had the same dreams since I was a kid, it always tends to come in the weeks before my birthday, growing each night to a massive dream the night/morning of my actual birthday. Sad part is I can never really remember the full dream I have on my birthday, but I do remember the woman. The familiar woman who looks at me with the same Deep Chocolate brown eyes, with a hint of amber that bleeds from the pupil to the Iris in thin streaks. The same eyes I see every morning I look in the mirror. She was truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Deep brown skin, long raven curls, which was cast around her partially Damp head of sweat, but still glowing with the kindest most loving smile. Through the years I’ve sketched her face more times than I could count.

Most people hate repetitive dreams, which continues to come over and over. But for me, I look forward to the 14 days of May before my birthday I get to see her face. The Face of my mother. I lay there thinking about my life and all I’ve been through, all the lost, and breathe a heavy, sad sigh.

So close to my 21st birthday, and I feel so restless, and uncomfortable.

“That’s because you have been wasting both our time over the past 5 years.” A voice in my head says. I run my hand threw my hair and jump up to take my Medication. I won’t sit here dealing with my mental issues today, I have too much to deal with. The medication isn’t perfect, but it does quiet the voices to a hum I can barely hear.

I was adopted when I was born, by my birth mothers Surrogate mom and dad. They were the parents of her best friend that passed away. I was told by my foster parents, that my parents and grandparents died in a fire that took my whole family away. By some blessed miracle I was saved by the family nanny who bought me to the parents that raised me, The Matthews. The best parents in the world if you ask me, they raised me with so much love and compassion. Trust me their true saints, because I wasn’t the easiest child to deal with. I had really bad tantrums and fits in my early years, because of so much pent-up pain and trauma I didn’t know where to place it. That’s when my dad Joshua Matthews taught me Football, to give me an outlet. Football became my way of letting out all the pain and anger I was holding inside. Then when I started drawing horrible apocalyptic pictures that would normally freak out any normal parent, they didn’t send me to the insane asylum, they bought me art equipment, and sent me to art classes. Lastly, when I was 15 and I started having bipolar fits, and my schizophrenia showed up at 16, my mom Melanie Matthews didn’t make me hate myself for all the crazy in my head, no. She held my hand and told me, “The most powerful of men and woman have trials they must endure, and this is just a steppingstone to your greatness.” She then repeated a sentence I will forever remember, because I hear it in my dreams every May, “You are meant to change the world my dear boy.” Let’s not forget even though they were the parents who raised me, they never spoke ill of my biological parents. If anything, whenever the time arose, they talked about my parents with glowing memories full of love and happiness.

My dad, Lucas Adalwolf was Half Spanish and half German. He was a CEO of a prestigious tech company, which is now owned by a distant relative. And my mom, Angel Boyden-Adalwolf, was African and native American mixed. And she was also an artist and historian, like me. I heard so many stories about my family and how much they loved me through my life. I even have pictures of them, and their friends. I never felt too distant from my birth parents all thanks to the Matthews. They were truly the best parents a boy could have ever asked for. Just hurts that I lost them too last year, a week before my 20th birthday.

They died in a car crash driving home from their joint medical practice. They left everything like their homes, cars, and life insurance and accounts to me, and the Medical Practice to one of their doctors Nancy Deacon. Nancy has always been like family, since I was a kid. She grew up with me sort of. She’s over 13 years older than me, and she looked up to Melanie, and vowed to be just like her. So, she went to Med school, becoming a Medical Doctor and surgeon. She also is a Certified psychologists like Joshua. She’s a kind of Aunt, that’s always been there in some Capacity, and after I lost my foster parents, a week before I turned 20. It was Nancy who came over and helped me get through the pain and to celebrate my birthday in some way.

Today there is so much going on in my brain, I Don't know where to start. To be totally honest, I have been feeling off for years. Like a humming in my veins that just won't quit. Like there is something wrong and I just can’t put my finger on it. Then there are the dreams of my Mother I always get. As much as I love them, I can't shake the feeling there is something familiar, yet ominous, about it. It also seemed very different this time, more intense, but there's this haze of confusion in my head that always comes after the dream. Then the dream starts to fade, and I barely remember a thing. But I do remember a shadow, a figure of sorts, that felt familiar. But the more I try to think of it, the more the memory disappears like mist in a fog. And as time passes, the more the dream just fades.

I slam my head backwards onto a pillow, and I say out loud to my self, “God I hate this! I Wish I could just remember.”, I get up to get showered, when I see the sheets twist a bit before I make it to there. I stop for a second and stare at the bed. Nothing moved again, that I can see, so I decide to just go shower. “I’m hallucinating all over again, get it together Lucas.” I say to myself as I undress and turn on the shower. I sigh as I stand in the shower, allowing the water to just flow, and run over my head to the rest of my body. I don’t know how long I’m standing under the steaming jets of hot water before a pair of arms wrap around my waste from behind. Then a kiss to my back and shoulder blade.

“Hey handsome you sure you don’t want to stick this impressive c*ck in me and make me see stars.” My female guest says as she reaches down my body until her hand is squeezing my d**k, hard. She then gives it a solid jerk causing me to moan and steady myself using the shower wall.

“Sh*t! I forgot about yesterday’s fling. What is her name again, Veronica, Valerie, Virginia! Sh*t I can’t remember, and she isn’t making it any easier stroking me like this?” I said to myself as I groaned.

“She really isn’t making it easier, but it does feel rather nice.” The inner voice in my head says.

God! When will this medicine kick in!

Since Jr. High woman tend to throw themselves at me. I was the star quarterback in Jr. High and High school. Plus, my mom always said that I’m the sensitive artist type, and that’s pretty much catnip to woman. With all that and understand I’m not trying to be cocky; I am pretty handsome. I stand at 6’7, solidly build with 12 pack abs. I have a lot of muscle tone without looking like a body builder. Add my weird brown eyes streaked with amber, and my strong jawline, and you can understand why most females want me because of that perfect “mixed” look that tends to be the trend today in 2022. A Trend I hate by the way, but that’s an argument for another day.

My birth mom being a Black woman that’s Native American mixed, and my dad being from Spain and Germany. So, I pretty much look like a Light skin Abercrombie and Fitch model. The best way to describe myself is think of a 21-year-old Michael Ealy with special brown eyes instead of gray, yea woman loves me. Don’t get me wrong though I love woman too. All the different shapes, sizes, and races, even more for those with the same beauty of my mom. But the act of s*x should be with someone worth it. I know that’s weird for a man to say, I am kind of weird, I guess. My mom Melanie really stressed the importance of experiencing that with that special someone. She always said, “Trust me, you will know when it’s time. Your body will just know who that special girl is. And only that girl is worth giving all of you to.”

Understand, that doesn’t mean I’m a total prude. Sh*t! I’m still a man for God sakes. So, I do Indulge in some s****l acts. Just not full-blown intercourse. When I was 16 In high school I told my girlfriend, at the time, that I didn’t want to have s*x yet. Explaining that I need to be sure of who I want to give that to, she then said to me, “Aren’t you the sweetest man in existence. But know baby there are so many things we can do before s*x. We can wait on the big deed, if you want, but I have so many things we can do to hold us over.” and then she sunk to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took me in her mouth. And God! THAT WAS THE BEST FEELING EVER! Since then, giving and receiving oral has been an obsession. So much so that I can get off just laying between a woman’s legs eating her P*ssy for hours. It’s like an animalistic part of me thrives off of the cries and clawing woman do when they are pleasured so thoroughly. So yes, I’m technically a virgin, but my Tongue was still the goal of most of the woman I’ve met through high school to even college. And after the death of my foster parents, I kind of went off the deep end.

Before their deaths, I at least kept what I did to a select few woman I dated and wanted to get to know deeper, but since their deaths, I don’t really care. I will go to any club or bar and meet a hot girl, and then that same night be tongue f*ching her, no matter what. If she was hot, she was coming all night on my face. It is honestly becoming pretty bad, if I can’t even remember that I still have company or even the girl’s name. I hope I don’t get to a point of not remembering what I actually did. “Yeah, that will be soon, because you’re Seriously killing me. I don’t deserve blue balls, because you choose to ignore what and who you are!” the damn voice taunts me. Why won’t these damn Meds kick in! I breathe deeply and say to the woman still stroking me.

“Hey, sorry about that Velma, but this c*ck will only be given to my future wife.” I then turn around and give her my best flirty, yet hungry smile.

“But I am still willing to help you see those stars.” The girl eyes Flash with an anger, then determination, and she says.

“It’s Allison handsome, but maybe I need to make myself more memorable.” and then she gets on her knees.

“Sh*t this girl has no shame, you called her a completely different name, yet she gets to her Knees ready to blow us anyway.” the voice in my head says with a chuckle. “Come on, I took my medicine at least 15 mins ago, I shouldn’t be hearing voices” I stated to myself. “Oh, that medicine won’t be working as good anymore. Now that your so close to your 21st birthday, I’m an Inevitability, but ignore me for now, I think you should focus on that mouth on our D*ck.”

At that moment Allison, I think that’s her name, hollows out her cheeks and sucks me harder, causing my knees to grow weak, forcing me to grab the support bar.

“This girl isn’t F*cking around.” I said to myself. “s**t! You’re telling me, this feeling is everything! I can’t wait until you let me come forward and I can feel all of this up close.” My inner brain stated. “Man, I think I’m losing it” I stated out loud, by mistake. Allison responded, “Go ahead sexy, loose it, all over me or down my throat, whatever makes you happy.” Not realizing I wasn’t talking to her.

I let out a light moan, because what she said was hot as F*ch and then she started going harder, this girl was bringing out all the stops. She sucked me like a porn star, and soon it was me who was seeing stars, as I came, hard, down her throat and on her t**s as she asked. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, and then I notice that Allison was standing up now, turned away from me, with her legs wide rubbing my semi hard d**k on her wet sweet spot, trying to get me to lose myself and ram my d**k in her. But what this girl doesn’t know is, she isn’t the first woman who tried this, and my control is almost superhuman. So, I pushed her to the shower wall, bent down and whispered in her ear, “Tsk tsk, I said no to my c*ck, but my fingers and my Tongue will get you there just fine.” And then I sank 2 fingers in her deep. Swirling my fingers until I found that button that send woman screaming to the heavens. She arches into me Moaning loudly. “Yes, Yes, God yess don’t stop” I smile to myself as she clenched around my fingers. “Well, I guess I won’t need my tongue” I say to myself and laugh. As i speed my fingers up, ramming them inside of her harder, and faster. One minute later Allison was coming on my fingers. And griping the wall for dear life.

As I let her Orgasm come down, I tell her,

“Okay sweetheart, this was a fun morning, but I have a few things to get to, so I’m going to have to say goodbye” I tell her and lean down and kiss her cheek. She gives me a pouty look and says, “Will you call me?” I’m not the type of man who lies, no matter the situation so I tell her “No sweetheart I don’t think I will.” She looks at me fuming with anger, then she storms off leaving me in the bathroom. I continue getting cleaned up, and about 10 minutes Later I hear my front door slam shut. And I know Allison is gone. I had nothing against her, but I saw what she wanted from me, and that was the money. She saw an almost 21-year-old driving a Tesla and living in an expensive house on the outskirts of New York City. And at that moment she saw $$$. Expecting me to take her as a girlfriend so she can spend my money. And no, that’s not what I’m looking for. I want the real thing or nothing! A hot one-night fling is cool, but that’s it!

20 minutes later I’m dressed and ready to go. I’m in my last year of Columbia, and i have class to get too. Then my cell phone begins to ring. And I see I’m getting a call from Nancy. I smile and quickly answer.

“Hey AUNT, Nancy, I was just getting ready to get to class, you know last Semester before graduation and all.” She hates when I call her Aunt Nancy! She always gets mad and say “I’m too young to be your aunt. Just call me Nancy” but this time she responds calmly, and just says,

“Hey sweet boy, do you think you can meet with me today, you can pick the time love.” A bit worried and confused I quickly say, “Yeah that will be great, Is everything okay?” She quickly responds, “Everything is fine sweetie, you just have a big day coming, and I think it’s time we discuss a few things.”

“Okay I think I can see you after my classes, let’s say 1:30pm. Just let me know where.” I replied

“No problem, just meet me at the clinic, okay?”

“That’s perfect Nancy, see you then.”

After i hang up with Nancy I pick up my bags and car keys to get to class.

It’s been almost a year since I visited the clinic. Last time I was here it was the month before my 20th birthday, and my mom Melanie told me about a surprise she was planning for me on my birthday. “Just wait my sweet boy, your life is going to change in the best of ways! Just wait and see.” To this day I still don’t know what that surprise was, but I do know I miss her Immensely, every damn day! When I walk through the clinic doors I’m hit with the most amazing scent. It smells like fresh paints and sunshine. Like all the things that bring me happiness and joy in the world. I can almost taste the scent on my tongue, and it taste like German Chocolate Cake, sprinkled with strawberries. It awaked a part of me I’ve never known was missing. And I can’t explain my visceral reaction to it, but my body just moves on its own. I start stalking down the different halls of my foster parent’s clinic, trying to follow and locate that scent! That’s when I crash into Nancy. She gives me a look of concern and grabs my hand stopping my search, forcing me to look her in the eye, as she asks, “Where are you rushing off too.” I try to explain it to her the best I can, “I don’t know, I must find this amazing smell, it’s like it’s pulling me this way. Nancy, I have to find it now!” Nancy’s eyes flash with some kind of awareness and fear. Making instincts flair up, screaming to me Nancy knows something, and is hiding something from me! So, I ask her “What aren’t you telling me Nancy!” Her eyes go wide, and she looks down briefly. Nancy then looks up not meeting my eyes and says, “Follow me, we need to talk.”

We walk into Nancy’s office, and as she sits down, she says, “Lucas you can take a seat.”

“I’ll stand” I tell her a little bit harsher than I wished. I see pain flash over her face, from my quick harsh response, so I continue and try to explain, “My energy seems to be overflowing. My medication hasn’t seemed to be working lately, so my bipolar and anxiety symptoms lately are a lot higher than normal, I may need a higher dosage.” Nancy leans back in her chair, calmly yet reserved, I can see the fear behind her eyes as she looks at me. She then begins to say,

“When your mom and dad were killed, I was only 13 years old. And it was the worst day of my life! I lost everything in a matter of minutes. But we all trusted your mom when she said that we will fix what was lost.”

I cut Nancy off overwhelmed and confused! “What do you mean killed!?, my parents died in a fire, a freak accident!” Nancy gives me a sad smile. A smile that screams, you poor dumb child.

“Lucas there is a lot I must tell you, so many things you don’t know, and won't understand. But know this, we were under, Strict orders, not to tell you about these things before your 20th birthday, by your mother. That was the surprise Melanie had planned for your birthday. You were going to be informed about your pack, your family, All the things we haven't been able to tell you. Then they were tortured and killed before we could complete what your mother requested of us.”

I back up so fast that my back slammed against the wall faster than a person can blink. I don’t know what my face looks like, or what's happening, because my body begins to shake uncontrollably, and all I can hear in the blood pounding in my ear. Nancy gets up and approaches me slowly, trying to calm me down, like I'm a wild animal.

“Lucas if you get too excited, too overwhelmed, you will trigger Numerous things that you won't understand. So please, stay calm.”

I start doing the calming exercises my mom Melanie taught me. Right when I can start to hear more than the blood pounding in my ears, and I start to feel like myself once again. Then out of nowhere, Nancy's door is slammed open, so hard the office shakes from the impact. Then my eyes locked with the most amazing gray eyes that look like the sky after a storm, and then I'm hit by that intoxicating scent all over again. But this time it hits me so hard in nearly knocks the wind from my lungs.

So many things start to happen next and all at once that I don't understand, or even how to explain it. First my entire body and mind became clearer than it’s been my entire life. Secondly, In the matter of seconds I noticed my hearing, vision, strength, and speed grow to levels unknown. Thirdly, gray eyes go hot with lust and heat. And lastly, I grabbed gray eyes and slammed her against the wall with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of. I stretch my nose along her neck to her ear and lick her like I’ve never eaten a meal in my life. She shivers under my touch, and pulls away so she can look me deep in my eyes, and says,

“Mate!?”

I then say in a voice that comes out of me from deep in my chest, from places unknown,

“MINE!”