His Rogue Luna

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

Aiden's POV

My pack had been attacked by rogues three times since Emma left. It was if they might have been looking for her. If they were, they were too late anyway.

I found it interesting that I didn't think of her constantly like the history books led me to believe it might. I could be from my alpha gene, the need to lead the pack, or it could be because I was the rejected. Alpha's don't get that much.

But I had a little bit different experience. Because of her rejection, I got wasted and high. My entire pack was almost wiped out, because of my recklessness and grief. I wasn't able to defend them because of her. And now I felt like s**t, and not just because of my hangover. Turns out I was a terrible alpha with, or without a mate.

"Alpha?" I sighed. "What do you need now?" I have been constantly pestered all day. It is quite annoying.

"The wolves that died in the attack, their memorial service is happening now. The alpha is supposed to attend. That means you have to be there. You can't keep hiding yourself away, and using Emma rejecting you as an excuse to be a s**t Alpha." He paused before adding, "And a s**t friend."

Hearing her name hit my with a bunch of emotions. Sad that I was alone, depressed, pissed, and a little bit happy, because now I could do whatever I wanted without a mate looking over my shoulder. Oh hell I guess I would have to get on with life one way or another. I slowly got up. "Oh, and Alpha, clean yourself up. You look like shit." He snickered. It's amazing how fast his mood can change.

Although I probably did, I wasn't really in a joking mood, but I was too tired to fight. So I stuck my tongue out at him, and I silently reminded myself that I would regret killing my beta, because he was my best friend, and the only person that would do my pack work when I didn't want to. It didn't help much, although pack was boring as hell.

My uncle then took that moment as a good time to walk in the room. "Jesus, boy, what in the holy hell happened to you? You look like shit."

I heard a quiet "Told ya," come from Marcus's side of the room, and a rough laugh from my uncle.

"Go to hell. Both of you." And they both laughed at my expense. d***s.

Emma's POV

So the truth had finally been revealed. Rejection isn't being set free, it's the opposite actually. I gives you move room, more space, just enough to tricking your mind into the happiness that is hope. That you will get over it. That you will be alright. But you won't.

That is, unless your definition of alright is "going out of your f*****g mind." It f***s with your head. My life is literally that Dean Lewis song. Something you honestly think you understand, that you would be strong enough to tolerate. That was me. I was wrong. Instead, you would rather die than live another moment. It's the worst f*****g feeling ever. Or at least that's how it is for me. It might be better for Aiden, or even worse.

I can't which one I want more. Half of me wouldn't want anyone else to feel like this, I get that from my mother. And half of me, hopes his cheating, lying ass is in so much more pain. I get that from my father. He was the best alpha. She was the perfect Luna. They were completely different, but so perfect together. Perfect for the pack. The perfect parents. And that's why I needed avenge them. Because I was the only one left. Because they died for me.

Aiden was just a hiccup in my plan. A costly hiccup. And it's f*****g stupid. But he will get what is coming to him. Because I have come up with the perfect solution to my problem. An alpha without his mate is like a pack without an alpha: crazy, impulsive, and stupid. That is why my plan is perfect.

The answer to my problem is simple. There's no chance in hell I would go back to Aiden, so I just have to speed up my revenge plan. Once everyone responsible for my parents and pack's demise is dead, I will indulge in the sweet relief that is death, knowing I got justice for my family, and Aiden and his pack with suffer, unable to have the peace I will find knowing this.

I pulled out one of my burner phones and dialed one of my trusted alpha contacts. Although, I think "friend" is a better way to describe him if you know what I mean.

"Who is this?" His deep voice echoed through the phone.

"Hello darling. It's Emma. I need a favor. It's too important to speak of over the phone. I will be at your border in an hour. Please alert your wolves of my arrival."

"Of course, my dear. Anything for you." I hung up and smiled. He was loyal to a fault. Even if I didn't really care about him, he was all I had left, and to someone like me, that meant something.

I was absolutely exhausted from the week I had, and my wolf only had strength left because of our alpha blood. Because of that, I was lucky. I couldn't afford to rest, to give Aiden time to catch me. If he was even looking.

Sleep wasn't important now anyway. Because I'll sleep when I'm dead.