The Rogue's Alpha

Chapter 4: The Talk

Chapter 4: The Talk

Grant’s P.o.V.

I watched as the yellow eyed, white wolf disappear into the forest. One of the males went after her silently. The others stayed still. I had my suspicion three years ago about who she really was, and it seemed like I might be right.

“Dad.”

I looked at my son. I gave him the position of alpha three months ago and I could see the confusion in his eyes. “Noah, this is something that I will handle. I have handled these wolves before and this is something that should have been in place when you became alpha. This is something that you want for the pack.”

“But she is a rogue. You called her alpha. What the f**k is going on?” I could see the anger and hurt in his eyes and sighed.

“Son, you can’t take this personally. I know you have heard rumors about the pack of rogues that take everyone in despite species. Wynter is the alpha of the pack. You just met the rogue alpha. Informally, but still you technically have met her.”

My mate walked up to my side. My daughters and their mates stood behind my son. My unmated daughter stood next to my mate. I could see the questions and fear burning in their eyes. It isn’t often that a pack alpha will associate with rogues, but this is different. Everyone knew deep down that one day Twisted Moon would rise to their own territory and become the dominant pack in the world. Everyone knew that eventually Twisted Moon would rule over us. Most suspected that Wynter held the key.

“Trust me, Noah. Don’t deny the pack this alliance. This is the strongest alliance that the pack will ever have. Trust me with this.” I could see that he wanted to, so I turned away and looked at the rogues. The one male just returned so at least he would hear this. “As for you all, I highly recommend you wait with me. I can tell nine of you are her mates, which pushes the theory most must being truer.”

“What theory,” asked a male with black hair and blood red eyes. A vampire.

“That she is the last of the royal bloodline. Which would mean if she accepted more than one mate, that they would have to settle down and royal over every species.”

“Father, that line hasn’t been seen in centuries,” my unmated daughter, Lillian, spoke up.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean they don’t remain though. It means not even one of them took more than one mate,” replied Isiah, my daughter Serena’s mate. “It wouldn’t be easy to reject your mate. Do you think Wynter will?”

“I don’t think Wynter will reject them, but two years ago I started to hear a circulating rumor that Wynter had found her mate. A witch named Azriel and that she accepted him. I have seen a single photo of her since in human form and she does have a strange looking mark on her neck. I am going to assume the pack doesn’t know her bloodline and that neither does he. Which means she won’t accept them without speaking to Azriel and her pack as it would change so many things for them.”

I saw understanding in the eyes of all nine males. I am sure they thought that she was rejecting them before. I smile at them. “She won’t accept them as alphas, though. Will she,” asked Serena.

“No, Serena. Even Azriel stays back from that position. It isn’t anyone’s business besides the people that Wynter promotes to lead beside her. Only she has ever found her mate. I know he gets to voice his opinion just as any ranked wolf’s mate would get too.”

For the next hour, we all stood there and talked. But then I heard their arrival. The birds got silent. There was a slight rustle of the bushes. Then thirteen wolves stepped out from the cover of the forest. In the lead stood Wynter. Flanked by Kendrick and Kade. I immediately knew that this was going to be an interesting day.