Alpha Jason Rogue Luna

chapter 8

Jason's POV

Currently, I am occupying the head seat at one of the pack meals. Only my male Warriors of beta, delta, gamma, and high rank were there. Around me, the guys were chatting and debating various combat techniques. I wasn't paying attention, however. My eyes kept wandering to my right, where my companion was supposed to be seated in the vacant chair. My mate's chair was still next to mine at the head of the table even though the pack was unaware of her latest finding. It was put there to honor her.

I was discovered here in the woods three days ago, absolutely afraid. My partner was afraid of me. She raced away from me, and I felt a sharp sorrow in my heart. I made a little fist towards my chest.

Why doesn't she desire me?

Does she fear me?

Would she turn me down? When I considered that our mate may reject us, my inner wolf howled in agony. I tightened my grip on my chest as the pounding ache increased.

I was unaware that the talks had ended and that numerous sets of eyes were fixed on me.

"Alpha?" Jackson's words interrupted me while I was thinking. "Are you alright?" I briefly blinked to clear my eyes before turning my attention to him.

Yes, I'm all right. Because of my emotions, my voice was a little deeper and hoarse. His eyes widened.

He attempted to question me via mind-linking me, "Did you-"

"We'll speak later," I stopped him. He acknowledged me with a hesitant nod. He started the chat my guys had been having after clearing his throat. He was not paying attention, too. He was leaning on the table with his hands clenched and his eyebrows drawn together in thought. My gaze then returned to the chair, lingering over the vacant seat.

Megan's POV

I focused my attention on my rippling lake-water reflection. I was in utter distress with my wolf. My wolf was yelling at me to return to our mate, Alpha. Although my intellect was telling me differently, it was what our hearts desired. My thoughts kept bringing up the past and my concerns. It kept telling me what would happen and cautioning me that I would only suffer harm. I was kept back by my concerns. My lack of trust kept me back. I was limited by my past. My mirror was distorted when I snarled and slapped my fist into the water, producing furious ripples across the motionless water.

I was unable to go on because of my history.

Jason's POV

Jackson slammed the door after shoving the final protester out of my home.

"You." He made a point at me. "Explain." My wolf snarled at him because he was making too much of a demand on me. I followed him as he made his way to the living room while displaying his neck in surrender. We both sat down on the sofas and buried our faces in the plush leather. After some time of silence, he became tired of it.

"Who is it?" you ask. Jackson enquired. I moaned.

"I'm not sure. Her name eluded me. I answered.

"Well, tell me about her."

She has gray-blue eyes, long blonde hair, and freckles. She may be approximately 5"7 tall and in excellent shape. When I was done, he gave a tiny nod and a grin.

That is the rogue I was referring to. Megan is her name. About her, we don't know a lot.

The question "What do you know?"

We do know her name, however. She remains private. She just exchanged words once. We don't even know her last name or the reason why she's a rogue. I am aware that she belonged to a pack because of her dominant demeanor. Although she doesn't force others to accept it, I can feel it. I hummed in response to the little details. I got up and walked out of the room. He shouted after me, but I continued to go on. I was bound and determined to learn more.

Megan's POV

I was resting on the porch rail on the pack house side. I could hear the trickling of the water in the neighboring stream and the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding woods. My wolf wanted to change and howl as the full moon rose high in the sky, but I restrained her. The stars could be seen plainly because they were so brilliant. They stood out because they were so remote from any kind of civilization or light pollution. The two bears, Big and Little Dipper, who were being pursued by hunters, were visible to me. They caught the attention of the Moon Goddess, who then placed them in the night sky. A handful of them, including the well-known hunter Jason, I could place.

"Hey." The abrupt voice stunned me, and I whirled around. By the open sliding door, Jason was standing. He was looking at me as his hands were in his hoodie pockets.

"I apologize. I hastily averted my eyes and lowered my head, saying, "I didn't want to frighten you. He moaned and followed me as I went. He leaned against the railing too closely for my taste, and I stiffened. My knees were weak from the fragrance of him and the heat he was giving out. I liked the aroma so much that I shuddered.

The question "Are you cold?" He queried. I almost responded, but I restrained myself. He gave it to me after removing his sweater. I hesitated to look at it, but I grabbed it and wore it nevertheless. Not taking it would have been impolite. His scent and the body heat he had left on the fabric enveloped me. I gave him a thank-you grin and leaned more firmly on the railing out of concern for my already frail knees. I could see the smirk on his lips and feel his scorching stare on my side.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I sighed. He gave a nod.

"I'm interested in learning more about you. Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions? I shook my head and wished he would continue.

What hue do you prefer? He inquired. I paused to think for a while, but they pointed to my eyes. He questioned, "Gray?" I pointed at him while shaking my head. , "My eyes." To hide my flush from him, I nodded and dipped my head, covering my face with my hair. I heard him chuckle, and my pulse quickened. I could see through my hair to his straight, white teeth, and he had a lovely chuckle. My hair was tucked behind my ear by his outstretched hand. I jumped backward and moved a step away from him, but he didn't comment on it. The match continued for a short period. To respond to the questions I could, I would either point or just shake my head. I was too nervous to talk to him for fear of being punished. When I was older, my father would strike me if I interrupted him. I would just point to him and ask him the same questions he had asked me when it was my time to ask them.

Do you want to become a part of my pack? I worried as my breathing became labored.

What if I gave the incorrect response and angered him? He sensed my fear. If you don't want to, you are not required to. If you decide to join, you may always quit if you change your mind. He seemed quite dejected.

"Say it with a yes." said my wolf. His wolf is being truthful. Always feel free to go anytime you like. I paused before slowly nodding. His face was covered in a broad grin. When is best for you? After giving it some consideration, I extended seven fingers. "A week?" I blinked. "Okay. Now since it's late, I guess you're sleepy. You don't need to be awakened by me. I nodded and drew up my hoodie sleeve over his. Say, "Keep it." I gave a little nod before returning inside. I waved at him briefly, closed the glass door, and went up to my room.

I had a week to identify him. Until I joined his pack, a week.