The Unwanted Rouge’s Forbidden Love

Elise’s POV “Run, Run” “Keep running and don't you dare look back” My mother's last words echoed in my ears as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Her heart wrenching screams still filled my ears, and my father's groans sent a chill down my spine. I wiped my tears harshly, running as far as my legs could get me. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage as their heavy footsteps became closer, the shots becoming louder. “Please, just let me go. You've killed my parents already.” I whimpered, not sure if they could hear me or not. I just kept running, sprinting through the forest like I'd been born to do so. Living on the run became a part of me, and ever since Robert became Alpha, my life became miserable, perhaps worse than the word ‘miserable’ A nightmare A nightmare I badly wanted to wake up from. Hiding behind a tree, I placed my hands over my mouth, my heart caught in my throat. Surviving in the wilderness as a rogue has been hard, but these pack warriors made it worse. I witnessed them burning my parents to death. Their ear piercing screams, groans and cries filled my ears, I watched everything, but I could do nothing. All I felt was fury, anger and pain coursing through my veins. I inhaled a shaky breath, biting my lips to prevent any sound from escaping my lips. Werewolves were once peaceful creatures, but almost suddenly, they became upset with the balance, wanting to clear all rogues for no particular reason. As a child, I never had a place to call home. We went from sleeping on the grass to sleeping in tents and small huts. It became better and worse at the same time. My parents and I were lurking in the woods, finding somewhere to rest for the night, but suddenly, my mother was shot in the leg. It occured too fast Just before I could react, they were all over us, but my mother saved my life by taking more bullets. Being a rouge isn't a crime, right? Being born as one isn't a f*****g crime! Why..why did they have to kill my parents? Just what have they done to deserve all these? What have I done to deserve all these? “Come out now and surrender yourself, you beast!” A manly voice settled in my ears, sending a cold wave of shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, pressing my hands tightly against my lips. Perhaps that was my end? Running for twenty three years is quite fulfilling enough. In one swift movement, I was dragged from my safe spot and slammed hard against a tree. A sharp pain coursed through my body, my lips trembling as my eyes widened in pain. Dragging my butt in the mud, I moved away from them, shaking my head slowly, “please, please don't kill me.” begging them doesn't seem to be an option. Judging from their expressions, I could tell they would kill me with no hesitation. There was hate swirling in their eyes, their grip on their swords tight. The tip was extremely sharp, a single slice would get my body halved. As a pack warrior stepped closer, I closed my eyes, trying not to imagine being sliced in two by a sharp sword. For years, I've imagined how my death would be, but I never thought dying by the sword was my destiny. The warrior raised my chin with the tip of his fingers, “Open your eyes, young lady. You're beautiful. It's a shame you're a rogue.” I opened my eyes slowly, meeting his lustful gaze. Other warriors laughed out loud, their gaze filled with disgust. “She's pretty but she's definitely disgusting. Rouges aren't worth our interest.” “Let's just kill her. She doesn't deserve to live.” “She might bewitch us if we take too long.” Clenching my fists hard, I pressed my lips tightly, “I'm not a witch.” strangely, my voice came out strong and fearless, but I earned a slap on my cheeks, one painful enough to make me groan. I would compare it to my cheeks being fried. His palms were hard, stinging. I sniffed, blinking back my tears as I glared at him. “You're not allowed to speak. How dare you try to disrespect us?” He spat, wrapping his hands around my hair. He pulled my hair, forcing me to stare at him, “You're a rouge, a slave, a low creature. You should have forgotten that, right? Once people like us speak, you should bow and lick our shoes.” he grinned, a hideous smirk sitting on his scarred face. His men laughed, their giggles like a dagger pierced against my skin. The moon goddess knew how bad I wanted to tear their heads off their skin. For that they did to my parents, having the taste of their blood on my tongue wouldn't be enough. The bastard pulled harder, almost ripping my hair from my scalp, “don't give me that glare if you don't want yourself dead. You're at my mercy now.” his disgusting voice rang out. He pulled a dagger from his pocket and traced it down my cheeks, “I caught you staring at my scar, what if I give you one similar to it?” Fear clawed at my heart as the cold touch of the dagger ran down my cheeks. He placed the dagger on the tip of my n****e and circled it around, “You slut, killing you would be a waste. I'd take you to the pack, give you to my men and watch you get executed.” Frightened to death, I struggled to stand, but I was pushed to the ground. He wrapped his strong arms around my neck, raising me above my feets, “You're the most stubborn rogue I've ever encountered. Having you as my meal would be fun.” he smirked, throwing me on his shoulder like some animal. I slapped my hands on his back, thrashing my legs in the air, “Just kill me now, I prefer to die!” He s*****d my ass ruthlessly, “Shut the f**k up, b***h!” He growled, walking ahead of his men, “Once we get to the pack, just hope the Alpha doesn't get angered.” “And if he does?” my voice was barely above a whisper, but his next words sucked the breath out of me. “You'll get beheaded.”