The Rogue Alphas

Marcy the Intruder

"...I'm Marcy... I'm camping with my friends at the park! Like I told you outside when you picked me up," she said finally.

He let go of her face with a defeated sigh and stood, walking towards the mini bar off to the side opposite the great window. She sat there not moving, wondering who the hell this man was and why he didn't trust her.

"Likely story, MARCY," he put inflection on her name, "IF that's true, you certainly strayed far from the park, now didn't you?"

"Y-yes... I saw a baby deer and followed it--"

"Just stop lying. You're cover's blown. Don't make me torture the information out of you," his voice was strangely deeper as he slammed his hands on the counter and glasses shook. She jumped.

"Please! I don't know what you're talking about... And what are YOU even afraid of? You're huge and like 8 feet tall!! Who's gonna to hurt you?!" She stood up from the couch, shouting at him.

"Why're you getting angry, you're the one who trespassing on private property!"

There were foot steps and suddenly a tall, black haired man with emerald green eyes flung open the double doors in the kitchen. Both Marcy & the kidnapper stopped arguing and looked at him. He was equally as tall as the ass she was arguing with. He was shirtless and had wet hair like he just showered. Water dripped from his messy hair down to his face. It seemed to draw a line straight to the 5 o'clock shadow on his sculpted jaw. He ran his hand through his wet hair, he had an undercut faded into the longer length on top. His whole body was toned and he had wide shoulders but he wasn't as big and broad as the kidnapper. His chest and shoulders had droplets of water on them. That wasn't the only thing wet in this house. Marcy could've sworn she stumbled into a fairytale with all these gorgeous men popping up. She rubbed her thighs together trying to get rid of the tingling.

"Asher, what's with all the yelling?? Who's this? He paused and took in a deep breath, "You've brought a horny female here? What the f*ck dude, if Jackson finds out you brought a girl here he's gonna lose it," he continued, casually strolling in, drying his hair with a towel. He wore gray sweat pants that barely left anything to the imagination. His voice was low and sort of monotoned.

- Wait did he say horny?? How could he possibly know that - Marcy thought and looked away as soon as he made eye contact with her. He stared at her and she felt like her face was on fire.

"Alex, how kind of you to join us. This is "Marcy",  you know... The possible spy I mind linked you about? Or are you ignoring me because I kicked your ass in training yesterday? And by the way, she was fine until you came in, in those sl*tty sweat pants you like to wear," Asher rolled his eyes, pouring some whisky over ice in a small glass.

Marcy's thoughts were all over the place.

- Mind link? Training?? They knew I was turned on??? Wait a minute... Like... f*cking Werewolves do in the stories I read?? Please be joking. They don't seem edgy or weird enough to play pretend so I'm definitely confused. -

"Are you sure she's a spy and you're not trying to cover up the fact that she's your new play thing, Asher?" Alex smirked, ignoring the comment about the ass kicking and his sweatpants. He made his way around the couch to where she sat.

"Haha, very funny.. You really think I'd bring someone here of all places? That hurts my feelings. That's more your style, bro," Asher said in a bored voice and took a sip of his drink.

This Alex guy obviously didn't know what personal space was. He sat right next to her, never looking away from her. She felt that her face was still burning and tried to avoid eye contact with him as he put his arm on the couch behind her and leaned in closer.

"See? He's not suspicious of me!" she remarked towards Asher.

Under his watchful eyes she felt ugly and plain in her sandals, jean shorts, and giant band t-shirt. Her arms and legs were dirty from crawling under the fence. Her knee had dried blood from where she fell earlier.

"She's quite sassy," Alex breathed in her scent and she heard a low growl in his throat. She gawked at him when his eyes changed from his normal green to jet black as he placed his other hand on her thigh.

-  Dude, Werewolves are f*cking real -

Being so close to this strange but handsome man, she tried scooting away from him only for his arm to wrap around her waist and his fingers to grip tighter into her thigh, pulling her even closer to him. Her chest touching his. She could feel his warmth through her shirt and his minty breath on her face. Her thighs bulged out from between his slender fingers. His biceps were tone and she could see the veins that snaked down his arm. She could smell him. His woodsy, citrus scent filled her nose. She closed her eyes in disbelief that she witnessed his EYES change colors. She had chills pimpling her skin and she placed her shaking hands on his chest trying to push some distance between them but to no avail. His heart was beating hard.

"Gimme some space, won't you!  What's your deal?" She finally spoke up to him. She starred into those dark eyes of his. They were like an endless abyss.

"Quite the feisty one are we?... So who are you?"

"I ALREADY TOLD HIM I WAS JUST CAMPING WITH MY FRIENDS," the frustrated Marceline shouted in Alex's face, pushing hard against his damp chest, trying to get him to unhand her. He dug his elongating claws into her thigh and back. He didn't appreciate being yelled at and bared his fangs, letting out an angry, authoritative growl.

- Holy s**t. That was the most terrifying thing I've ever heard. I could just die... -

"Alexander," Asher raised his eyebrows in shock at Alex's snarl. Alex never got angry, he was the chill one. Remembering what she read in fanfiction, she bowed her head at the sound of his growl and covered her face with her hands.

- F*ck he's a werewolf . No I'm crazy, this is a dream - she thought to herself as she cowered away from him. She looked back up at him with puppy dog eyes and put her hand softly on his cheek.

- What am I doing touching this man's-- this werewolves face? Okay it's official. I am crazy -

"Down boy... She submitted," Asher walked over to where they sat on the couch and placed a firm hand onto his shoulder. He didn't know what had come over Alex but thought it'd be best to intervene before his inner alpha wolf became aggressive. His eyes reverted to their beautiful emerald color and he lessened his grip on her body.

"Ah," she grimaced as she felt his claws retract from her skin. The skin on her thigh extremely red, and already starting to bruise in 5 finger shaped stripes. She withdrew her hand from his handsome face. Alex looked at Asher

"My friends... they started arguing so I went for a walk and ended up following a baby deer and when it ran off I tried to find my way back to the trails," she finished her story in a small voice. Marcy wanted to shrink away after being rude and raising her voice.

Alex finally spoke, "Asher, you thought she was a spy? She's too timid to be a spy."

Alex sent a mind link to Asher, -And plus she has no wolf. She doesn't really pose a threat to us by herself. How'd you even find her?-

- I went on a run to stretch my legs. And make sure the place was still secure. I was on my way back here from my morning run when I faintly smelled blood. It was that cut on her  knee. I saw her and followed her back here. I didn't smell anyone else nearby so I thought for sure she was scoping out the place for someone- Asher explained how he found her.

- So you recklessly showed yourself to her and brought her in here?  If you'd have waited and saw why she was really here. You could've scared her off you know. You were shifted, right? Just chase her a little! She would've thought you were just a huge scary wild wolf!  This innocent girl's fate is sealed - Alex was a little peeved.

- Don't high road me, dude. You're the reckless one, letting her see your eyes shift like that. And not to mention your wolf SNARLED at her. I hope she's as dumb as she is cute. F*cking unbelievable, dude.- Asher linked back, pissed.

- Chill Asher, if she knows, she knows. Our only options are to for her to stay with us or kill her. She was camping with her friends right?  If she doesn't stay, how often have there been reports of people going missing in the woods?- Alex weighed their options.