The Alphas Hated Rogue

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AMBER.

The sickening torture continued for days, wolfsbane became my food and drink and I became weaker as the day went by fast. They didn't need to tie me up against the chains anymore because they didn't want me to die.

The Alpha came every day and tortured me in the worst way known to man. I begged him every day but he never stopped and I came to accept that he was a monster who didn't have any feelings. Someone so wicked, and crooked to the point that he cared for no one.

I overhead from one of the men that the pack had just been attacked by rogues and they took some wolves away including someone special to them. This was why Alpha Tristan had been punishing me to confess where the rest of the rogues are.

“The keys to the gate, Randy!” An alpha tone and aura filled the air. Fear seized me and tears began to build in my eyes. I did not want to be punished again.

I did not want it.

The next moment, the Alpha stepped in. And then I quickly hid my face, trembling and breathing hard. He stood in front of me in the cell and then squatted right in front of me. His aura overwhelmed me. It was different today, it didn't hold as much darkness as it did in the past.

“Can I trust you?” Asked the Alpha. His tone was different but didn't contain harm and animosity. It wasn't him. This conclusion made me look up at the man that squatted next to me.

Indeed, it wasn't him. In front of me was a man with an extremely sharp jawline. Handsome violet eyes and curly brown hair. His lips are thin and pink. I could see tattoos Pierce through his neck and down the cream shirt he wore.

“I am Alpha Troy. Can I trust you?” He asked again and instantly I nodded my head. Tears grew in my eyes and I used my shaky hands to wipe it off. Alpha Troy watched every of my movement. I hated that I looked like a wet chicken in front of him. I was weak and shaken and terrified.

“If you lie to me, I will kill you with my own hands. Are you sure I can trust you?” He asked, severely. His voice was terrifying as well but assuring. I nodded my head again, trembling each time. I could not stop myself from shaking like a jellyfish.

“Come with me then.” He stood and walked in front. It was as though I did not hear him correctly, he wants me to come? I am free from this hell of a hole?

However, standing up became a little difficult. I was too weak so I fell back to the floor. Alpha Troy paused and then turned to me. And then I tried picking myself up again, hoping this time I would be able to walk yet, I fell.

“Do you need help?” He asked, looking at me. His eyes were laced with concern yet I felt uneasy. The thought of being touched by him made me so nervous that I stood and walked on my own.

Breathing heavily with ragged breath, I followed him to the Alpha’s large mansion. Two ladies dressed in maid uniforms waited for him and he instructed them to take care of me and my wounds.

Two days went by with me being in the room assigned to me, I did not go out or talk to anyone. It was better than being tortured every day by Alpha Tristan. No minutes went by without me thinking of running away. I wanted to live without the fear of being thrown back into the dungeon.

How was I going to run away, the windows were sealed shut? There was no place for me to go.

TROY.

Curiosity took the better of me, I wanted to see the rogue my brother had been torturing for days and why he was always coming back with frustration. Why hasn't he killed her? He didn't always take this long, I asked myself.

I could hear her faint breathing from afar, it was erratic and irregular; it sounded like a bad generator. When I saw her in the cell, I couldn't believe my eyes. Her skin was matted with blood and bruises. Her color had faded into the dark and she looked miserable.

All I wanted was for her to be out of there. Gently, I squatted before her and she hid her face from me. Her body trembled, and her fingers throbbed. Every breath that came out from me was being calculated by her and she flinched at it. How much fear has Tristan resurrected in this girl?

She did not look like a spy to me.

Not at all.

“Can I trust you?” I asked her. My voice sounded different from that of Tristan and this made her look at me. Her eyes, were beautiful although they hid behind darkness, pain, and misery.

She looked at me calculatingly perhaps wondering why I had questioned her. She nodded her head, her breath rushed out of her. She has been holding them. I asked her again, to terrify her a little. To make her tell me the truth although I already believed her eyes. They were damn innocent.

Then I asked her to follow me and as I walked out, I heard her fall. Looking back at her, I saw that her entire legs were bruised. There was a mark of the hot blade, wolfsbane, cuts, and her fingers were all out. Damn it. My hands balled beside me and I fought everything in me not to go and carry her.

I asked but she didn't need my help.

Eventually. I took her to the playhouse which was another building separate from the Alpha’s mansion. I had my plans but I have to discuss them with my brothers first.

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“You are joking!” Tristan growled, banging his fist on the table. He looked at me.

“We need her help.” I bellowed, still angry because he had tortured the hell out of her. If he wasn't my brother I would have punished him.

“We need the help of a rogue who caused some of our pack members to be taken away? Be for real!” He snapped, hissing.

“Our mate was taken away as well, and you think we need her help?” He added, hissing again.

“Yes, we do. She is the only one the elders do not recognize in the pack, therefore, we can disguise her as our mate until we find the real one. However, I do not think that lady is a part of the rogue.” I stood, tired of the food.

Thompson was busy munching away, he didn't look bothered about anything we were saying. Tristan said nothing more.

We had been arguing about it for two days now and finally, he accepted that we needed her help.

“Suit yourself.” He groaned before walking away.

“You’re going through with the plan?” Thompson asked.

“Yes, you should see her. She doesn't look like a scout, she has the most innocent eyes.” I described, remembering her looking at me back in the cell. They were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. After the elder's meeting, I would let her go. She didn't deserve to be punished for something that she didn't know about.