The Alpha's Rogue Mate (1st bk of Rogue Series) (Completed)

Chapter 6 (Edited)

Question of the Chapter: What is your favorite music artist?

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I turned away from my mate, my eyes shifting to those of my Wolf. My whole body was shaking as my Wolf tried to fight for control. Angry and subtle growls escaped my mouth as my Wolf tried to force a shift so she could attack the male that we were supposed to call mate.

'Let. Me. Have. CONTROL!' she exclaimed with a snarl.

'No! Calm. Down,' I replied. My body started to turn hotter and hotter as I tried to keep Payton from taking over. My claws dug into my skin, and I could feel my clothes start to rip while I tried to keep my sanity and not go into that of my Wolf.

"Shit," my mate muttered under his breath while he saw that I was loosing control. "Fucking idiot, Drake." He reached over and pulled me towards him, not caring that my claws dug into his sides. "Breathe," he instructed, putting my face into his neck, so I could breathe in his scent. "It's all right," he whispered. He rubbed my back, calming me down.

I took in his scent, calming my Wolf and myself down. Sparks flew up and down my back, and I found myself craving his touch when he pulled away. I sighed and shook my head, my throat closing a bit. "No," I said, my voice sounding as tired as I felt. "It isn't all right." With that, I turned around and left my mate standing, looking shocked at my statement.

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"So.. why is it that you don't seem to have that much control over your Wolf when she is angry?" my mate, who I now knew as Drake, asked. He stuffed his hands into his dark washed jeans and looked at me through the corner of his eyes. "I mean, I know that Lycans don't have control but-"

"Early shifters, also, can't," I replied, grunting. "I shifted when I was eight, eight years before I was supposed to." I sneered, trying to keep my cool. A small huff broke through my tight lips, and I could feel the sting of tears wanting to leak out before I blinked them back. The last time I had cried was probably when the sperm donor, also known as my "father", killed the one person that I had truly cared about, the person that had been there to pick up the pieces every time he had done something too harsh to talk about.

"You know, that it is alright to cry, ya?" Drake asked. He moved a bit towards me, his hand barely touching mine. He was hesitant, I could see that, and I pray to the Goddess that he would grab it. Unfortunately, he never did.

"How can you tell a child that they can talk when they have been beaten when they uttered a word? How can you tell a child that it is alright to eat, when they get starved for Goddess knows how long? It takes time and trust for them to open up and do the things that is "normal" for others. For me, I have been bee-" I heard sudden noise and pulled Drake towards me, forcing us onto a wall in the shadows before kissing his lips and breaking whatever protest he was going to throw my way.

After a few minutes of me kissing him, Drake kissed me back with more force. He growled and placed both hands on the wall and trying to dominate me with the kiss. His kiss was forceful and dominating, as if he had wanted to do this the moment he had set eyes on me. And yet, there was this bit of softness in it that I have never felt before from being kissed by the opposite sex.

I placed my hands on his blue collared shirt and clutched the front end, afraid that he'll pull away. My left foot moved up my right leg and underneath my jeans to the leather anklet I wore, knowing that I was going to have to press the button. A small groan escaped my lips when he pulled at my bottom lip, covering the small ding of the anklet that washed away the trail that was left by my group and the person that these figures were hunting.

"Damn it," one of the people said. "I lost the scent."

I pushed Drake's head into my neck when he lifted it to growl at the interruption of the people behind him. A breathy moan escaped my mouth while he started to kiss and nip at my neck, making me give him more access, so he could explore with his tongue. I was in pure ecstasy, and I couldn't wait to have sex with my mate, because I was sure that I would be able to enjoy it as much as the men I had "helped".

"Shhhh hear that?" the other person said. "Sounds like someone is having sex. Shall we be a cockblocker?" There was a chuckle and both started to head our way.

I bit back a snort and held an eyeroll as my eyes fluttered shut when he reached a sweet spot. My hips involuntarily bucked against his, causing a breathy moan to escape from his lips.

"Excuse me," the first person said, causing Drake to almost lift his head up. The first male huffed when I pushed Drake's head back into my neck and bit back a moan when he nipped at my skin in anger.

"Oui?" I asked in perfect French. "Who'z there?" I squinted as best as I could, trying to "see" if someone was in the shadows.

"I'm Ewan and this is George, we were wondering-" He huffed when I groaned out loud, interrupting him. "-we were wondering if-" He growled when I groaned again, almost causing to Dream to growl if I hadn't pushed my hips against his again. "Fucking hell, Woman would you stop," he growled again.

I blinked in surprise. "Why are yoz growling?" I asked in concern. "Should you get your throat checked out?"

The other male took a sniff and didn't smell a Werewolf scent on us. "Humans," his friend hissed in his ear.

The first male's eyes widen in shock and fear. "Um... we are going to be searching for our friend. Bye!"

"Oh! Have fun," I said before grabbing hold of Drake's hair and pulling his mouth back on mine. I couldn't help but moan in his mouth, loving the sparks that came from when we kissed. I couldn't help but feel a bit down when I had to let him up after the two Weres had ran away from where we were at.

Drake stared at me with a shocked expression, and I could see the lust and disgust battling together. I knew why, because I had violated him and stole the kiss that he wanted to give to his mate at a right time. So, when I saw him wiped his mouth to get rid of my taste, I couldn't help but feel guilt.

Drake opened his mouth to say something but shook his head before walking away from me and towards where his pack laid. His whole body was tense, and I could see that he had to fight himself to do something that he wanted to do and yet he couldn't do it again.

I leaned against the wall, my heart beating crazily and I was panting from the feeling that I had just witnessed. I looked down and tried to control the broken feeling in my heart, because it felt like I was being rejected. "I'm sorry," I whispered before I started to follow him, staying a couple of feet behind him.

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Answer to Question of Chapter: Crap... I don't have one. I mean, I love a lot of artists. One, of them is being Kelly Clarkson. I love Carrie Underwood as well. And Martina McBride. I definitely love The Eagles (blame my dad on that one ;))