My Rogue Mate 2: Revenge

Prologue

Hi Hi Hi! And welcome back to My Rouge Mate season 2: Revenge. So for new readers, I advise you to read season 1 first, but if you don't, it might affect a little as there is a possibility there's some flashback occurring that was in season 1. So my advise is read Season 1 first. You can find it in my profile. :)
And for those who have read My Rouge Mate, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for wanting to read season 2. Hope you enjoy!
Thank you all ❤❤
~Sherri

My Rouge Mate 2: Revenge 

A/n Now, the main character(mc) is Javier.

Previously on My Rouge Mate...

Scarlett's POV

"Jax, what's going on?"

"J-javier..."

Javier?

"What happened to my son?!"

"He, he wasn't in his crib."

And then, all good have came to and end.

My world stopped.

I couldn't breathe.

My son was just born.

"Where is he?!"

"I-i dont know. I looked around the entire building. And no one has seen anything."

I jumped out of bed and ran past Jax, ignoring his yells.

I ran to their room and looked in.

Sandra...

She was gone too!

And then, cries were heard.

Loud cries.

I spun my head and headed to the direction of the crying.

That sounded too much like Sandra.

I spotted a guy dressed in black and Sandra over his shoulder.

I was filled with anger and I let my eyes change.

I sped through the halls and grabbed Sandra.

Her cries softened once she felt me.

I growled at the guy.

He cursed and ran.

And I chased after him.

He led me to the rooftop and I saw a helicopter.

I looked in and saw Javier.

"Javier!" I yelled.

He looked at me and giggled.

I looked at the guy and saw he was in the rope.

I tried to grab on but it rose too high.

"Scarlett!" Jax called from behind.

I let the tears fall as I clutch onto Sandra.

I sank down.

"Scarlett.. "

"I lost him Jax. I couldn't reach. And now he's gone. And it's all my fault."

He said nothing, he just hugged me tightly.

Javier is gone.

And it's all my fault.

What am I suppose to do now?

Javier's POV

"Sir, mission accomplish."

"Well done Javier. Return to base. "

"Yes Sir."

Looking down at the many dead bodies at my feet, I took one last glance before leaving.

I was left at my adoptive parent's home. A locket was left behind for me as well. Inside was an image of a werewolf and my name," Javier" on it. I've never taken it off since then.

Ever since I was adopted, I was trained to be a skilled assassin.

I was mysteriously transformed into a werewolf at the age of 12. For some reason, I seem to know everything I had to know about being a werewolf. I found it weird, but I didn't tell anyone. My family is human, so imagine if I  told them I was a werewolf.

I am trained by the boss of the Italian mafia. He treats me like a son. We met while I was in an underground boxing tournament.

So overall, it's clear I was raised in Italy.

Once again, my family knows nothing about this. I am an only child so I'm actually being "pampered". I love my parents and couldn't ask for more.

Today I turn 18 and I know I will be able to find my mate today. And to be honest, I don't really want one.

"Happy Birthday Javier! You finally turn 18 today." My mother cried.

"Thank you Mother."

"My little baby boy is all grown up." Dad ruffled my hair.

"Dad!"

Well, I really feel like a happy family. Life was perfect then.