The Alpha's Little Rogue| ✓

Stories

### Chapter 1: For First Time Werewolf Genre Readers

~Welcome to the land where werewolves live amongst us my friends ~

This is for the reader's who haven't ever read the werewolf genre and will help them understand basic terms so that they don't feel left out and can enjoy the story!

Mates: Like Soulmates, usually two wolves who are fated to be together for life.

Alpha: The leader of the pack, usually a male who protects, feeds and commands over his pack members.

Luna: Luna refers to the female counterpart of the Alpha and is the Alpha's mate. She is the like the mother of the pack.

Pack: A group of wolves under the care of a particular Alpha.

Beta: The Alpha's second in command.

Gamma: The Alpha's third in command. (As per the picture attached below)

Rogues: Wolves that are not in a pack are called rogues.

Marking: Marking is the process of being bitten on the crook of your neck by your mate which mixes your scent together and wards off unmated werewolves.

Mating: Indulging in the act of coitus(you know what it is)

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CAUTION: This book is UNEDITED and HAS mistakes, I'm young and I'm human. Please refrain from reading further if you get annoyed with grammar mistakes.

There are places where my phone had autocorrected 'You all' to you'll. I'm sure that you all will understand.

Thank you.

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### Chapter 2: 0| prologue

The Beginning

Three hours and thirty two minutes. That's how long I had been running. My head was throbbing uncomfortably, and my eyes felt heavy. Each step forward sent a piercing pain shooting up my spine and I could barely see where I was going, but I knew that I had to run as far and as fast as I could. The pack that was once my everything was now nothing short of hell for me. If I went back there, all my mother's dreams for me would turn into charred rubble, and my father's sacrifice would be meaningless. But my heart ached. The pain, the loss, the sheer intensity of the last twenty-four hours, it all culminated into a hurricane of emotions in a corner of my chest, and it that had no escape. But I did . I steeled myself and I ran.

The leaves crunched under my feet and I felt my muscles tightening in the core. There was a scent of stale blood clinging to my skin, and I hoped that eventually I would be able to forget the way it the way it felt on my skin, on my fur.

I felt an unfamiliar yet expected tug in my chest, the raging pain and dread in my chest going dead silent for one long heartbeat. Then the pain slammed into me once again, with renewed vengeance. I had done it. I crossed the pack boundary. The breaking of the bond that had been a gentle presence in me since I was born was punishing, forcing me onto my belly while I wished I could claw my chest out. All the ties I had to my pack had snapped and twisted, freeing me from their threatening hands and suffering.

My wolf whimpered, a raw broken sound that echoed my own pain, but she pushed us forward, her will stronger than the fire in our lungs and the ache in our legs. I let the tears fall freely from my eyes once I could no longer hear the wolves chasing me, giving myself another moment of vulnerability. My wolf was new to me, this wild part of myself that I didn't yet know, but wholeheartedly trusted. I trusted in her ability to keep me safe, her strength that I was allowed to borrow. I could feel her strength within me, an unfiltered raw power, but even she was faltering. Her steps were growing slower, each joint in our limbs buckling under the pressure of our body. She did not want me to come in harms way, but she could not run any more.

So I slowed, smelling a few deer grazing nearby. My stomach was letting out low rumbles, begging to be fed, and I knew that without any, I would not be able to make any more distance from my captors. I paced forward as carefully as I could, wincing when my front shoulder scraped by a thick trunked tree. My reddened and heavy eyes narrowed on the herd that was within my sights, unaware of the threat looming nearby. As I readied myself to attack the herd, a soft crunching sound from my right made me pause.

While I was focussed on food, a large brown wolf caught me unaware, standing in front of me with strong limbs and ugly battle scars that spoke stories of its age and experience. It was way too big for me to fight it, especially since I barely had any training or energy to tackle it to the ground. I knew that my best chance would be running away, but I doubted that my legs would cooperate.

My inner wolf growled, a low rumble building to a loud snarl. Rogue. The word registered in my mind, but before I had a chance to react, it pounced, snarling and biting. I refused to go down so easily, but what choice would I have if my body refused to cooperate.

Our wolves circled each other, sizing each other up, neither in a position to give up. Him for his pride, and I for my survival.

Sometime during the meaningless circling, the ugly, vicious looking and immensely scarred wolf pounced once again, snapping it's powerful jaws.

The immense pain on my hind legs where I assumed that the rogue had torn out a chunk of my flesh made me momentarily black out, and I saw stars beyond the darkness. What an awful way to pass, I couldn't even last a day in the outside world.

My wolf snapped weakly at my attacker, but I was still tired and worn out. Maybe in another world I would be free to frolick in the grass and hunt down some food. Somewhere behind me, a new snarl had joined the mix, and a symphony of growls and snapping branches erupted around me, the sounds amplified in my injured head. A pained whine and the fresh scent of blood gave me enough energy to open my eyes, straining to see the outcome of the fight that had begun after I went down. Had I been saved, or was I next? I tried to move, plead, do something that would save me, but I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. The last thing I saw before I drifted off was the face of a boy with greyish-blue eyes, that reminded me of the pond behind my house. Pretty. The boy calmly looked at my matted fur, drawing in a sharp breath as be breathed out, "Rogue."

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Heyo! So most chapters are not going to be this short hopefully(though I may have my lazy days) so don't worry!

(Added)This book was written when I was 13/14 and mostly cause I loved werewolf books, so yes, there will be parts where you will be like "oh, that's so cliche" or "Boo hoo author, you suck!" The grammar isn't great, but it's pretty decent(apart from the typo errors that I mentioned before).

Keep reading, smiling and I wish you a great day!

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