From Rogue To Queen

Lexa's Morning

— Lexa’s POV—

I couldn’t stop my head from spinning. Why did that guy keep calling me Luna even after I told him my name was Lexa? I don’t even remember his name now. In fact, I don’t remember much of anything from last night after Thomas left. Thankfully I woke up in a pact house that is not on my route, minor victory there I suppose.

After about 15 minutes of starring at a street sign, I decided to call Thomas for directions. This section of town was on his delivery route, not mine. I had panicked and said a random address in town when that Beta whatever his name was asked me where to go. Hopefully he isn’t hungover and can help me out.

“Morning girl,” Thomas answered within two rings “sorry I dipped on ya last night. You get home ok?”

All I could do was laugh, which trailed off into silence. I don’t remember anything from last night, and woke up in a strange pack house.

“I need directions actually,” I finally said “I’m next to a small bakery called SugarMoon on 5th Street. Can you help me out?”

Thomas chuckled on the other end of the line. "You really got yourself lost this time, Lexa. I'll be there in ten minutes." he hung up before I could say anything at all.

As I waited for Thomas to arrive, my mind kept drifting back to trying to piece together the events from last night.

Exactly ten minutes later, Tom pulled up in his truck. I always wanted to ask how a rogue could afford a brand new truck, complete with all the fine luxuries. Normally when we go rogue we lose all finances, all family ties, and are left with the bare minimum scraps. Not Thomas though, his former pack made sure he was financially taken care of.

“Hey there girlie, and who have you been with to end up on this side of town?” Tom purred as I opened up the door. I had to hop and half jump to be able to get into the passenger seat, he laughs at my struggle every time.

“I really hate your truck, have I told you that before?” please let me change the subject I silently pleaded.

“You tell me that literally every day,” he half chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Now, who have you been doing the naughty with this time?”

His smile beamed bright against my embarrassment. I’m not embarrassed for having a one nighter with someone, it’s embarrassing that I don’t remember it. Was I any good? Was he any good?

“I woke up in that richy rich Packhouse out off of Acorn Blvd,” I spit out reluctantly as I shut the door.

“That’s impossible, ain’t no one been there in years. It’s abandoned.” his voice trailed off, and all the color seemed to drain from his face. “Lex, please tell me you are wearing a new perfume.”

“man, you know I haven’t worn perfume in years,” I answered back trying to sniff my armpit but despite being in a bar last night I couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. “And yes, there is a pack there now.”

We didn’t exchange many words as he drove me back home, but I could hear him grinding his teeth in between songs being played on the radio.

“I get it, I stink. I’ll take a shower once I get home.” I huffed as we pulled up to the apartment building. I don’t know why it made me mad, I don’t exactly smell like a rose right after a work shift and he has never made a remark before. Then after a night out where he abandoned me for his own one night stand, suddenly I stink? Asshole.

“You smell different,” he said through clenched teeth. “If that abusive asshole marked you, I will kill him.”

“for f**k sake, no one claimed me.” I snapped as I opened the door to jump out “no one wants to claim damaged goods.”

I feel bad about slamming his door, it was too nice of a truck for that. I started to storm off towards the front door of the building and heard Tom rev up and peel out. Crap, I didn’t even thank him for giving me a ride. Hopefully a text will be suffice.

“Thnx for the lift, Srry I slammed the door.” and Send.

His reply came just a few minutes later “it’s fine. Just upset. Get some rest.”

I decided that a nice hot shower sounded absolutely amazing, after that maybe I’ll go pay Silas a visit to find out why I can’t remember anything. I ditched my shirt the moment I walked into my tiny studio apartment, and tossed it onto the back of my sofa. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and completely froze. All the bruises, the marks, the cuts, any and all traces of Luke’s abuse was gone.

I had noticed it didn’t hurt to move this morning but I can normally block out the pain if I don’t think about it. I never would of guessed that I had completely healed over night. That’s not even possible, not for a rogue. I can wait for a shower, Silas should be awake by now and he owes me some answers.

It didn’t take me too long to get to his bar. My stomach turned sour a bit when I noticed Tom’s truck was parked outside. As I got closer I knew he was here for the same exact reason I was, and he wasn’t being nice about it.

“Who was it?” Tom growled.

“I don’t know” a weakly voice cried, it was Silas but it didn’t sound anything like the over friendly extra chipper bartender.

They froze when I entered the room. Silas was on his knees, covered in blood and shaking uncontrollably. Tom had one hand holding onto Silas’s shirt and the other hand in a raised fist and looked like he was about to strike another punch.

“Why don’t I remember anything from last night?” I asked, finally finding words.

“Luke paid me to drug you, please, I’m sorry. He is pack. Pack is law.” Silas sobbed.

My blood boiled but I can’t bring myself to be mad at him for that. If Luke told him to do it, then he has to otherwise he would be signing his own death warrant.

“Tom let him go,” I sighed. “Not everyone wants to die.”

Tom growled, low and feral but obeyed. “What kind of drug?” it came out so gravely it sent chills down my spine.

“It’s called BBdyno. It’s suppose to suppress all powers, and cause the person to completely black out.” Silas answered, he looked directly at me. “Luke was furious that someone else took you home though.”

“Does it by chance, cause healing?” I don’t care about who I left with, if I wanted to know then I could of easily stayed at that packhouse and demanded answers from them.

“No,” Silas was confused by my question, that was obvious. Tom shot me a confused look as well, but reframed from saying anything.

“hm, ok. I’m just curious on one last thing. How the hell did a unicorn and a fawn end up with a snake of a son?” my voice went icy cold, I didn’t even sound like myself on that last question.

I turned and left without another word. I heard Tom land one more solid punch and soon he was right behind me.

“Let’s go get breakfast, we have a lot to discuss.” Tom sounded more like himself as we reached his truck.