Rogue

Chapter 10

Aiden POV

I hold her tightly, and watch her sleep. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to leave her alone again, just the thought of something happening again destroys me.

I was so close to losing her!

I gently run my fingers over the pink mark under her breast, which was not long ago a large, red wound.

It's my sign! Even though I was scared when I did it, I was glad, it was the next step in our relationship. She is my match and I am her man, whom she has always wanted.

He buries his face further into my chest and snorts slightly, wrinkling his nose in displeasure. She's gorgeous, sweet, adorable, she's mine! Long and silky hair, it envelops us like a cloak and I don't think I could get enough of it in my whole life.

Her perfume completely suffocates me and makes me lose myself, it becomes my air, so necessary, so delicious, that I find myself sniffing her velvety skin.

A short growl interrupts my pleasant occupation and I realize that I have woken her up. A grin of satisfaction spreads across my face as I see her rub her nose against my chest and lay down like a kitten basking in the sun. Her position gives me a very good view of her bare breasts and I swallow hard at the sight of her pink n*****s, which give a new shape to the very thin t-shirt she is wearing. The pearly hot skin gnaws at my palm and I can't resist the pleasure.

"I'm going to kill you." He warns me, his voice slightly hoarse and thick with sleep.

God, he has a voice made for the erotic line, and it confirms my own manhood, hardened to the point of pain.

"Good morning to you too my love"

She giggles and the sound is divine music to me. It means he recovers quickly and we can go home to our pack. It's time for everyone to meet Luna Suprema

"You know, I could have slept a little more." she complained.

"But you can sleep, love. You close your eyes and ignore me."

"If I were to die, I still couldn't ignore you." She laughs

The word "death", in the same sentence as her, gives me chills and instinctively, I hug her. I was so close to losing her, I almost couldn't bear to hear it out of her mouth.

"Please don't say that word again! It drives me crazy. I want to go home, everyone misses you and I want to know you safe with ours."

"I want to go home too, I miss everyone." She sighed

"We only have two more days, I want you to rest a little, then we leave."

"All right, but no more than two days. I want to go home, although I will miss the friends I made here. I will miss that little angel the most." She says.

"I promise we will have our angel, maybe even more. I will dedicate myself body and soul, especially body." I laugh as she makes a slightly angry face.

The two days passed like lightning with all the preparations for departure. With every passing hour he was better and blossoming before my eyes. As if she wasn't beautiful enough, the new glow she had acquired under the spell of love made her irresistible. We bless and curse at the same time the nights spent together. I was determined that the first time I would make her fully mine would be in my bed, in our house, and despite all that, we didn't stop caressing and discovering each other's bodies. In the morning he would find us burning with desire, with labored breathing and blurred eyes from unconsummated passion.

On the morning of the departure, the whole pack wanted to say goodbye to her and the most emotional moment was when I had to actually separate her from the children, especially the dark-haired boy with eyes so similar to mine.

Flanked by two SUVs in front and behind, we set off on the long road home. In order not to tire her too much, we decided to spend a night at the hotel.

For minutes that felt like hours, she cried after being separated from the pack, during which I did not let her go from my arms. I would keep the body like this all the way, it's so small and light, it's made specifically for my arms.

"That's it, you can put me down. I'm heavy and you're going to go numb." she says.

I can't help but laugh at her words and even the guards in the front seats try to hide their smiles, which is why she growls angrily at us.

"Love, I could run miles with you in my arms and I wouldn't even feel it. You are light as a flake and I love holding you to my chest." I conclude in a whisper and hug her gently.

She stops wriggling and caresses my face tenderly with one hand, putting the other in my hair urging me to kiss her. I don't dwell on my thoughts for long and crush my lips against hers in a deep and hot kiss. I make room with my tongue in her mouth, tasting her sweetness. We break away from the kiss with difficulty after an urgent need for air. The blush in her cheeks and the agitated breathing cause me a new desire and I let my impatient hands roam her lovely curves. The breasts feel heavy and swollen under my large palms and I can't help but gently squeeze a rock-hard n****e. She moans under my mouth and the sound makes me harden more under her thighs. Clearly, it will be a long road and one that will put my patience to the test, patience that is almost at the end. A closed space doesn't help me at all, especially since her perfume feels overwhelming, a perfume that attacks my already highly excited senses.

"Alpha, we've got a little bit left and we're getting to the hotel." one of the guards interrupts me from my pleasant occupation.

I glance out the window and now see the heavy traffic around us. We are fast approaching the city and I realize that I was so caught up in the erotic game that I lost track of time.

I gently take her off my lap and have to explain when I see the confusion and disappointment in her eyes.

"I can't enter the hotel like this." and I gesture towards my lap.

He giggles when he sees my "flag" raised and starts to arrange his neatly rumpled outfit.

In a short time we arrive in front of a luxury hotel and I help her down. He gets a little embarrassed when he sees the pretentious clothing of those around us, we are simply dressed in jeans. She looks at the elegant women looking down on her.

I stick her closer to me and after kissing her tenderly on the lips, I say:

"Don't pay attention to these women! With all their pretentious clothes, you are ten times more beautiful. They are just shallow and envious women!"

I take her hand and we quickly enter the hotel. I don't even take two steps, when I hear a voice with a strong French accent, annoying and shrill, calling me:

"Aiden, mon amour!"

I have an American woman by my hand, a British woman hanging from my neck and next to me a hysterical French woman who is frantically speaking her language.

Right now, I think I need all my bodyguards, especially when I see two more ex-girlfriends lying in armchairs around the reception desk, looking at me laughing Clearly, God does not love me today! I'd rather be attacked by a pack of rabid werewolves now than face the little fury I hold in my hand. I feel all her moods through our connection and believe me, she would kill me right now and right here.

"I'm going to kill you." She says with no reaction on her face.

Before making a sound, I hear her exclaim loudly, in a venomous tone:

"What's with all this. Is it the international convention of whores?"

With a sudden movement, I get rid of the clingy blonde and try to put as much distance as possible between us and the uninvited women. Anger engulfs me and I growl between my teeth:

"Where did you come from!?"

Already irritated by my girlfriend's malicious remark, the women explode when they hear me and start talking all at once, the only thing I manage to understand from the avalanche of words is that I called them there.

"You are crazy women, I didn't call you here. Everyone, get out of here before I call the police and charge you with harassment!"

All the women were silent. They are women married to rich and influential men, women who cannot afford such a scandal. They're not werewolves, they're normal women, bored and disaffected but dependent on their husbands' bloated credit cards.

I turn my back on them and head to reception to get my camera and try to repair the damage. My girlfriend's silence worries me, I'd rather hear her screaming and making a fuss than this silence. I try to communicate with her telepathically but I hit an impenetrable wall. An ominous feeling hit me, especially when he asked for an extra room.

"Love.."

"No love." she says without any reaction on her face, giving off a very negative energy.

"Love, let me explain."

"Two rooms please." she says.

The guy at the front desk looks at me quizzically and I subtly nod. There's no use arguing here, I can only afford the whole hotel if she wants.

"Okay, we do as you want. But you have to let me explain."

"Now I don't want to hear anything, I want to take a shower and go to bed. Alone!" she shouted.

Despite the warrior air, I can see the pain in his eyes and the tears that are about to fall. I gently hold her hand, which I refuse to let go, and I whisper:

"I'm sorry, honey! I swear I didn't know anything and I haven't seen them for two months!"

The moment I finished saying it, I realized my mistake. I confessed my crazy adventures after I rejected her, while she was struggling between life and death. I don't say anything when she throws at me with her voice choked with tears:

"You will regret!"

He takes his card and before leaving he orders a light dinner in the room and a glass of white wine. At my signal, the bodyguard follows her despite her protests.

I head dejectedly towards the hotel bar throwing murderous looks at the pack of maddened women who, despite what happened, follow me full of hope. I mentally order the other guards to keep them away from me and I try to drown my bitterness with a strong drink.

Time passes hard when you are alone and your conscience reproaches you, when your girlfriend is crying and looked at you like nothing. No matter how much I try to break the wall of silence around her, my call remains unanswered and a dark premonition makes its way into my soul. Restless and more enraged by the strong drink, I decide to go over her and make her listen to me. I don't even get to the elevator well when, through the communication channel, the restless voice of one of the guards reaches me. What he tells me leaves me breathless and shocked. I look at the electronic display that indicates the floor where I am and completely ignoring the crowd in the elevator, I'm mad. I feel like I'm out of breath and we're moving too slowly. The need to reach it is so great that I almost cannot prevent the transformation process. I close my eyes, trying to hide the reddish hue and hide my hands behind my back when I feel my claws.

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I recover with difficulty and look at the naked body of the woman sleeping carelessly in the crumpled bedding. The white and once immaculate skin is now stained by deep bites that have not had time to heal and.......betrayal.

The foreign perfume that lingers in the air, citrus and cloves, I will never forget it, it is the smell of deception and it is of a simple man. Revenge was cruel and yes, as promised, I'm sorry. But, cursed be I, she will suffer more!

With a huge effort I try to control myself not to kill her and I approach her. The beauty and purity of her face is belied by the languidly stretched body bearing the seals of passion, the carelessly thrown clothes and the empty wine bottle together with two glasses.

I love her, and because I love her, I let her live. Even if he cheated on me, I know she feels the same, otherwise it's impossible. The bond between us soul mates is a blessing but also a curse. The moment we part, we are headed for a slow and painful death. Every single moment of loneliness is an agonizing blow where you wish for the end and very few have managed to survive. I will live comforted only by the satisfaction that he will suffer and regret what he has done, until the end of his life, which, unfortunately for me, will be extremely short. All I want now is to see her in terrible torment, torment commensurate with the love I have for her.

After one last look in which I try to memorize every feature, shade and scent of the woman I love more than life, I leave the room. The two guards look at me horrified and with a huge effort I try to be calm and find out who the scoundrel is who cheated on me, The voice sounds colder than icebergs and the guards disappear and the color haze they had.

"Who entered her room?"

"Just a room service guy, sir."

The man's voice is terrified and even though he is innocent, I would kill him. Maybe I'm being absurd, but nothing would have happened if they were more vigilant.

With a calm and deceptive voice, I ask:

"How long did he stay in the room?"

"Half an hour." he says with a dead voice.

In an instant, they are both suspended by their necks, in the air, and if my looks could kill, they would be dead now. Totally oblivious to the increasingly bluish color of their large faces:

"Half an hour! How stupid do you have to be? And ten minutes was too much for a waiter!"

I let them go, crashing hard against the wall and falling to the ground, blundering. I lean towards them and say:

You two have two minutes to disappear. You have nothing left to look for and you can say that you are two lucky idiots, because you are still breathing

They gather with difficulty and become invisible. I lean against the wall and contact Sam, the head of the guards. I take advantage of the short moment of solitude and let my emotions surface. I break down under the burden of the painful decision and I am tempted to step on her, shake her, punish her but take her home. The thought that I will live away from her is horrifying and kills me.

The sound that announces the arrival of the elevator makes me put my petrified mask back on my face. The head of the guard turns towards me and I thank God in my thoughts for him. Over time, he has fully proven his loyalty and now he is the most suitable man for the mission I entrust to him.

He remains unmoved while I give him the orders and without asking any questions. I finish talking and leave, leaving him in front of the door. Before getting into the elevator, I turn around and say:

"Remember, she's as good as dead to me!"

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In one of the most luxurious apartments in the hotel, a beautiful woman, dressed provocatively, is impatiently waiting for her lover. But it is not love that causes this state, but the thirst for revenge. On her beautiful face, although marked by deep scars, you can read a deadly cold. There is no trace of mercy or compassion for the fate of the young girl who condemned her to a fate worse than death

With the fine hearing of a werewolf, she recognizes the human walk approaching her door. With inhuman speed he approaches it and opens it, the face with which the younger lover greeted him now being only tenderness and concern.

With gentle and calculated movements, she throws herself on his chest, sighing:

"Please forgive me! She was so selfish to ask you to do this! I thought I was dying of worry! I could lose you!"

The woman's voice, loaded with suffering, chased away the shadow of remorse that had invaded her heart. The face of the young girl whom he has wretched begins to slowly fade from his mind under the expert caresses of the goddess in his arms. Her perfume drives him crazy and he surrenders any trace of reason under the empire of passion.

He doesn't even know when he ends up in bed with the fiery brunette, completely undressed. Deeply buried in her, he whispers words of love while he destroys her perfect forms with frantic and hot caresses.

Later, with his body saturated and his hunger satisfied, he answers the subtle interrogation.

"Did you sleep with her?" Her falsely pained voice brings him a tender smile and softly whispers:

"No, my love! I couldn't! I would have felt that I cheated you. But I did everything we discussed and now she is alone and abandoned, in the hotel room. Her boyfriend packed his bags and left."

While he is talking, he absently plays with the long strands of hair that are spread out on his chest. He does not notice the murderous anger that can be read on the woman's face, who, with a supreme effort, tries to erase any trace of dissatisfaction from her voice, happily exclaiming:

"God, I am such a happy woman! Even though I didn't show you, I was devastated at the thought of sharing you with her, if only for revenge. I love you!"

He hugs her happily and decides to hide the fact that he only administered one pill to the girl in the wine glass. Two would have been fatal for him and her death was already too much for his conscience.

Now, when the vapors of passion began to dissipate, the claw of remorse tore deep into his young heart. The gorgeous and innocent face overlaps with the cold and satisfied image of the woman in his arms, who, for a second, left her mask down. The cruelty he saw for a short moment, made him exclaim in his mind:

God, what have I done?