Rogue

Chapter 8

Aiden POV

"Aiden!"

The voice full of pain and fear of my beloved breaks the silence in our communication channel, making me tremble. Panic and a bad feeling fill my soul with fear. I'm in the farthest corner of the pack's territory and I'd like to fly, just to be next to her now to protect her, to remove any danger that lies ahead.

With a sinister howl, I transform in a flash and without any warning for those around me, I return to my soul mate. I call her scared in my mind and when I don't get any answer, my desperation reaches its maximum levels urging me to run faster. The huge jumps I make also amaze me, but I still feel helpless, a small voice tells me that he is in danger. I'm heading towards luminis, where I know he stays all the time and where he went to say goodbye to the children before we left.

The picture before me is bleak and terrifying. I can't help it, the howl that escapes me is mournful and menacing at the same time. My soul mate's small and fragile body is inert, empty and full of blood. Deep wounds furrow the delicate skin, but the most serious is the hole under the left breast, from which flows the vital fluid of life.

Around her are at least ten unknown men. One of the women struggles helplessly, trying in vain to stop the fatal bleeding with a makeshift compress, while some build a defensive wall around the children who cry in fear.

My appearance makes them freeze, I don't know what my face reads right now but I feel the need to tear and destroy anyone who has hurt my soulmate. A terrifying howl accompanies my last move that brings me to her and I quickly pull her into my arms.

"Baby!" My voice breaks as I feel the coldness of her small, still body. Her breathing is so light, almost imperceptible and uneven, her lips are blue and her skin is the color of lime.

I stand up in a flash with her in my arms and only then do I see the group of men looking at me worriedly. Nicolas undressed first and rushed towards me wanting to help me. Becoming menacing and in a voice as cold as death, I order:

"I want you to bring the culprits to me. No one touches them but me, I am the only one who will tear off their heads, I will kill them!"

A dry cough followed by a tortured laugh is heard in the silence of the grave. One of the attackers raises his head with difficulty and with a devilish grin on his face, says in pain:

"Too late, we have accomplished our mission. Supreme Alpha has no Luna left! An unworthy Luna, a Rogue!"

A wave of blood gushes from the mouth that takes its last breath, the empty and cold eyes remaining touched and dying on the body in my arms.

"You have to go to the doctor as soon as possible!" I'm in charge here. Nicolas' voice pulled me out of the ocean of hatred I was in and he remains frozen when he sees my look. My red, angry eyes, Alpha eyes, furiously scanned the pile of corpses in search of one on whom to pour out my anger and frustration, one with enough life in him to curse.

"Alpha, Luna needs help!"

The woman who tried to help her resolutely pushes me towards the village. Although I feel irritated by her boldness, I admit that she is right.

I run as if all hell is behind me. I hold life in my arms. I would never forgive myself for the guilt that oppresses me, I didn't know how to keep it safe!

Although it is small, the hospital in front of me is one of the most modern with the best doctors that people could wish for. Even the smallest packs emphasize education, safety and protection. We don't have to run to big cities for medical care, few people know about our existence, werewolves.

An older doctor, surrounded by other younger ones, is quietly waiting for me at the door. I refuse to leave my girlfriend on the prepared stretcher and walk towards the outstretched arms. They are smart enough to realize that this is not the time to contradict me and refer me to the consulting room.

"Prepare her for the operating room!"

The doctor's calm but determined voice makes me shiver. God, how serious it is to go into surgery! As if reading my thoughts, the old man's voice patiently explained.

“Depending on the color and amount of blood lost, it bleeds profusely. I think she was shot and hit a major organ."

With an eloquent gesture, he shows me the trail of blood behind me. Saved by my inattention, the nurses and the other doctors manage to tear my fragile body from my arms and urgently enter the room. My angry howl no longer impresses them, their problem is the Supreme Moon.

"He's in good hands now. Come change!"

The strong hand of Nicolas, appearing as if by magic next to me, pulls me away from the door where my beloved is. A long growl escapes my throat and I see him take a step back.

"You can't stand here undressed. It only takes five minutes and you'll be back. There's no way you can help her now."

The voice of reason makes its way into my mind and even if I don't want to leave her side, I'm aware that I can't stay like that either. We're not the most modest creatures, we even feel perfectly naked, but that's in nature.

The muffled giggles of some women make me raise my head and I start to see how two young nurses are staring at me and Nicolas. Our cold looks make them run away in embarrassment and then I realize that the one next to me is also completely empty.

"Let's go, I say briefly and at the highest speed I head towards the house."

I took the shortest shower in history and without being aware of what I was throwing at myself, I quickly headed to the hospital. All I wanted was for her to be well, for her to wake up, to be able to hold her in my arms again, to be able to take revenge for all the suffering caused. The news that none of those bastards survived did not calm me down. Although my girlfriend did a good job with them, the broken tiles in the bathroom are the only evidence of my frustration. If only one lived, only one! I will make sure that those responsible for the attack, because there are certainly others, know the weight of my revenge! No one will escape unpunished and I will do it with my hands!

Despite all my prayers to God, my girlfriend was still in surgery, fighting hard for her life. The bad news kept coming, the first and worst of all was when a nurse came out of the room with the bullet out of the wound. It was silver! The bastards didn't attack to hurt her, they wanted to kill her!

The terrible hypothesis was confirmed to me by one of the women there, arriving hurriedly with Nicolas.

"Alpha!" They greet me with respect and fear in their eyes, my reputation is not one of the best, I am not a tyrant, but mercy and patience are not exactly my first virtues.

"What happened?" I screamed.

"Tell her!" the other Alpha urges the frightened woman.

"In the first few minutes I thought they wanted to attack the children, but after that I realized that the Supreme Moon was their target! She was the one attacked and she did a great job until one of the bastards shot her."

The woman says everything in one breath and startles in fright as she screams terribly. I want him in my hands to break every bone in his body, to tear his black heart from his chest while it is still beating!

The moment of madness passes when I look at my bruised fists. I went through this once before, in the shower. I want to know how he died, who killed him and I ask harshly:

"After he shot her what happened?"

"I broke his head!" Stupor is the word that describes me now, looking at the woman in front of me. With his eyes on the ground, he continued:

"I killed him, sir!" Her voice shakes as she confesses to me and I don't know if I want to hug her or kill her. That bastard was to die at my hands, slowly and painfully!

The conversation is interrupted by the opening of the operating room doors. My girlfriend is taken out on a stretcher and the sight of her small and fragile body connected to various machines and tubes brings me to the brink of madness. Her skin is as white as the sheet that covers her and only a slight rise of her chest shows me that she is alive.

"We're taking her to resuscitation. You can visit her later." an arrogant young man informs us dryly.

I don't know when it happened but I find myself wildly drawn to the man I was holding with one hand, up on the wall. My eyes turn bloodshot and a ferocious growl escapes my throat.

"I think you're crazy if you think I'm going to stay away from her!" My voice thunders and I see the horror in everyone's eyes.

"What the hell, people! Are you crazy? He's the Alpha Supreme and he's her soul mate! Do you really want to die too?

For the first time I see Nicolas lose his temper and his anger almost equals mine. Ironically, now I'm the one who has to hold it.

The older doctor silently reprimands us with his eyes and with a short gesture to the impertinent young man, motions him to leave and we start for the salon.

The hours pass with difficulty and I don't dare to move from her bed. She is so small and fragile, her thin and fine hands are pierced by needles and wounds that heal with difficulty. Normally, she should wake up and the wounds on her body should disappear. The effect of the silver bullet is still present and only a miracle can help her. I refuse to believe that I can lose her now and I have been praying and talking to her for hours, hoping that she will wake up. Maybe I'm crazy but I know he hears me and wants to come back to me, he just has to find the way to my voice and my heart, the heart that bleeds and is ready to break into pieces with pain. I hold her small and so cold hand hoping to warm her with my hot tears. I don't even know when I've ever cried like that, if I've ever cried like that!

The threatening silence is broken by the sound of the door slowly opening. Behind her appears a small woman so old that I wonder if she can still walk. He approaches with small and mischievous steps. On the wrinkled face, two eyes still sharp, look at me deeply and with pity.

"Mark her!"

The clear and clear voice surprises me as well as the confidence with which he speaks. Although at first I think she has lost her mind, hope finds its way into my heart and I see the logic in her words. It may sound crazy but he is right. I transfer a good part of my power to her when I mark her. Even if it seems like a mating ritual, marking the soul mate is more. Our bond is complete and we are one heart, one soul and total strength.

With a weak and slightly uncertain voice, I say:

"I'm hurting her. It's neither a question nor a statement, it's... I don't know either.

"You're helping her! Do it!"

He says it confidently and decisively, leaving as easily as he came.

I don't think much and I already know what I have decided. If she wakes up, and I know in my heart she will, she will be very upset. I promised her that I wouldn't do it without her consent, but now it's more important for me that she lives.

I place myself carefully next to her so as not to hurt her and for a few minutes I look at her gorgeous but so pale face. I tenderly kiss the soft and smooth cheek, the voluptuous but now cracked and cold lips.

"Forgive me baby." I whisper above the sweet mouth that will surely make my life difficult when it wakes up.

I look down at the pearly bare shoulders, looking for the place to make my mark. The still fragrant skin between neck and shoulder catches my attention. I feel fangs scratch the inside of my lip and claws emerge. We summon the last ounce of willpower not to stick them in her and the wolf in me grows more and more impatient. He wants to mark his partner and a long moan escapes my mouth. I kissed and lightly licked the chosen piece of skin, excitement and eagerness taking over me. My wolf has taken over and the inevitable happens.

I sink my fangs deep into the soft flesh piercing the bone and the howl I let out shatters the stillness of the night above the pack. I feel her writhing convulsively beneath me, but I don't stop until I lick the last drops of blood from the wound. Electric currents not running through them both is the best thing that can't happen right now. It means there is enough power in her to bring her back to life, to heal, to return to me.

The sound of the door slamming breaks the magical moment, and along with the menacing majesty, red eyes appear, the eyes of Alpha. I'm ready to kill and only the power emanating from Nicolas snaps me out of my trance.

"What the hell......you're crazy!" he growls menacingly and is ready to attack me.

Only the quick entry of the doctor keeps us from tearing up. He quickly checks my girlfriend's vital signs and lets out a sigh of relief, bringing us suddenly to attention.

"He's recovering!"

My gaze greedily scans my Luna's face, noting the pale pink in her cheeks and the lighter wounds quickly disappearing.

I bend down to hold her and a smile floods my face as I feel the warmth begin to surround her and the slight trembling of her eyelids.

"Open your eyes baby, let me see their gorgeous color again!" My voice entices her gently and for the first time after many hours of agony I am happy. The silver iris sets the emerald green of my eyes.

I run my trembling fingers over her gorgeous face and before kissing her, I whisper:

"I love you! Welcome back baby!"

Author pov.

The silence of the room is broken by the shrill sound of the telephone. An impatient hand grabs the small object and answers in a harsh voice.

"I'm listening!"

"Lives!"