Rogue Wolf's Obsession

CHAPTER THREE

-Clein's Pov-

My eyesight whirled like crazy when my pupils fluttered.

"Damn it!" My throat emitted a deep gruffed sound as I shifted my body sideways. I yanked my upper body up from the muddy ground where I'd been resting for who knows how long, shaking my head to clear my view. It took a few seconds for my vision to return to normal before I looked around, only to be disappointed when I learned it was still dark, and I was in unknown woods.

My brow furrowed in concentration. "What the f**k am I doing in this place?" I muttered.

Despite having the sensation like I was in the clouds and feeling weak, I attempted to tidy up my body; however, my legs shook and eventually gave away. I almost fell and would have been caught on the ground if I hadn't held on and leaned against a nearby tree.

"s**t!" a cuss left my parched lips while my vision spun like a spinning wheel once again, and my stomach churned, causing me to vomit the food I'd last eaten. Wincing, I wiped my mouth and took a long deep breath.

'Geez. How much chloroform did I—'

My mind quickly froze, and my eyes grew large.

'Chloroform?' I swallowed the thick lump in my throat with force and remembered everything that had happened before I found myself inside the unfamiliar wilderness.

I was driving to Raven Stone when I noticed someone crossing the road between Moon Stone and Savage Stone. After that, I got out of my car and was attacked by a rogue. The rascal surprised me with a powerful whack on the face, followed by a hankie soaked in f*****g chloroform pressed to my nose.

"Hell!" I grunted in panic. "Don't tell me I'm in the hands of those sons of a b***h again?"

It's been three years since the rogues kidnapped me, but I was quickly rescued by the Alliance. If my intuition is correct, that would be the second time I was abducted, and I doubted that the Alphas would come to my rescue again because the situation is freaking different.

Why?

Because no one knew I had left Moon Stone and was on my way to Raven Stone before I was taken away. To be honest, I escaped from the mason like I always did.

"s**t!" I exclaimed out loud.

Is it a jinx for me to go through hell again with those stinking mutts?

Exhaling sharply, my teeth ground, and I began to move. Whining would not help me, so I needed to know what part of the woods I was in.

"Hey Ninja, are you okay?" I checked my inner wolf as I waddled to a light I spotted not far away. When I listened to her whimper, I breathed a sigh of relief. At that point, I needed her keen senses to protect me.

In a volatile condition, I continued striding, when I became aware of someone's presence behind me. My instincts kicked in. I spun around and took a defensive stance, but I was taken aback when I realized it wasn't a rogue but a tall woman with dark shoulder-length hair. Her face and clothes were smudged with dirt, but her scent was far from those scoundrels.

"What are you doing out here in the open?" she snarled at me as if I had committed a grave sin, and before I could react, she grabbed my left arm and dragged me behind a large tree.

To my surprise, I discovered more women in the bushes who appeared to be hiding.

From what?

From whom?

I had no idea.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? The sun is about to rise, and the rogue hunt will begin; do you want them to catch you?" The lass who was gripping my arm snapped again and gave me a hard glare before finally withdrawing her hand from me.

"Rogue hunt?" I spoke in a feeble voice, still dazed. "What the f*****g hell is that?" I went on, a dreadful sensation forming in my gut.

The woman looked at me as if I had grown a new head. "You don't know about the rogue hunt?" She hastily scanned my body and snickered, "You're not an Omega slave, am I right?"

"Duh!" I responded, rolling my eyes. 'Isn't it clear from my branded shoes, jeans, T-shirt, and jacket? No offense intended, but an Omega slave could not afford to buy them.'

Nonetheless, I didn't voice my sentiment because I was intrigued by the rogue hunt.

It appeared that the woman guessed what I wanted to hear instantly. She snorted as she crossed her arms above her large bosoms, which were almost visible through her body-hugging dress. "All right, listen up, and I'll explain."

"All right," I said, leaning against the tree 'cause I was still feeling weak, and then I listened to her.

"We are now inside the territory of the Mad Wolves," she declared.

I made a hum.

The territory of the Mad Wolves? That was the first time I'd heard of it.

"It's the start of the rogues' hunting season, which they horrendously celebrate every year."

My eyes squinted as I became more intrigued by the rogue hunt. "You've got my ears; keep going."

She gazed at me as if she was trying to frighten me, but I refused to react.

I was never afraid of those mutts. I even had a bloody fight with a group of those shits the first time they nabbed me in Grim Stone.

The woman in front of me sniggered, disappointed that she had failed to unnerve me. "Instead of hunting wild animals, they are using Omega slaves and royal she-wolves as their prey," she scowled.

That prompted me to straighten up my back. I had a feeling those cretins were sick, but I had no idea they were so evil. Nonetheless, it is insufficient to scare me.

"You understand everything I said to you, right?" The woman I was chatting with stared directly into my eyes and smirked.

I smirked back at her, peeled myself off the tree, and strode towards her. "Understood. Omega Slaves and royal she-wolves as prey for those mutts," Keeping a small gap between us, I halted and answered back, enjoying the irritation that grew in her orifices.

I was aware that I was one of the rogue hunt's so-called prey, but I am strong enough to flip the script and become the predator in that nonsensical game.

As a result, whoever was responsible for kidnapping me and transporting me to Mad Wolf territory would face serious consequences.

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Mad Wolves Territory

Gunnar's Brick House

(Third Pov)

"BIG Brother Sun! Are you going to hunt cunts too, huh? Are you, are you?" Nova Gunnar, the ten-year-old pup with tan skin and brown locks, chased after his older brother in the hallway, his small boots making loud clatters on the brick floor.

Instead of the eldest, the twenty-four-year-old Torch Gunnar, who stood six feet tall and had sun-kissed skin and dark hair, came to a halt. The second-to-eldest Gunnar confronted their youngest and smacked him on the head.

"Watch what you say, kid! It's hunting she-wolves, not cunts!"

Nova sighed and cupped his sore crown. "What's the difference? You hunt those Omegas for their cun—ouch!" His words were cut short by another smack.

"Shut your f*****g filthy mouth, you little rascal!" Torch grunted and was about to kick Nova when he was interrupted by Blaze Gunnar, the third.

"Leave the runt alone, brother," the third prince muttered, who stood five feet eleven inches tall and had a white complexion and brown clean-cut hair. He snatched Torch's little brother and nudged him away. "Into your room, Nova," he said.

The youngest prince scoffed and stuck his tongue out, mocking his brothers. "Wait until I'm a grown wolf, you losers! I'll be the best rogue hunter, and I'll have all those cunts to myself!" He finally ran back to his room after his threats.

Torch and Blaze exchanged glances and wheezes.

"I think we should kill that jerk before he becomes the best cunt-hunter," Torch joked, sniggering.

Blaze shook his head. "Or maybe it's time you stopped teaching Nova more nonsense."

Torch elbowed Blaze in response, but he didn't say anything else because he knew he was the one who influenced their youngest.

"Anyway," Blaze said again as they continued their walk. "I heard one of the Moons is on one of the rogue hunt lists."

Torche's brow creased. "Which one?"

"The one from three years ago, broth—" Blaze didn't finish his sentence when a hand unexpectedly grabbed his neck. Before the third Gunnar could blink, he was launched into the air and slammed into the brick wall with a thud.

"Did I just hear you talking about my Moon, pest?" Void of emotion, their eldest, Sun Gunnar, appeared in Blaze's sight.

Perplexed, the third Gunnar sneered. He was sure that Sun was a few steps ahead of them. How did he move so quickly that he didn't even notice him attacking?

"Well, dear brother, I'm waiting," Sun muttered in a monotonously deep voice, his unreadable gaze bored straight into Blaze's eyes.

"S-someone ordered one of our assassins to kill Clein Moon, brother," in a precarious tenor, Blaze responded quickly. "However, the bastard wants to play games and add the b***h to the rogue hunt's prey list."

Sun Gunnar gave a nod. After patting his cheek, he finally let go of Blaze. "Get your rifles ready, brothers, and let's start hunting cunts."