Mateless And Rogue Bound (Self Published)

Chapter 17: Unwanted Advice

Great. This was absolutely fantastic.

Now Max had fucked up beyond belief. He didn't think he could make such a mistake. He had tried so hard to be as careful as possible when it came to decisions so that there wouldn't be any mistakes. But there was something that he hadn't thought of when it came to his work.

And that was Charlie.

If he didn't know that Charlie was Luna material then, he sure did now. He was perfect at figuring out the best way to push his buttons too.

No, not all the time. He couldn't say that. It was only this once, actually. And it was about, out of everything else that they were dealing with, a rogue.

Didn't he understand anything? They had a pack to protect. Almost three hundred people were under their protection. And Charlie was going to be head strong about a rogue that they didn't know enough about. He knew that the blond understood how dangerous rogues were. Yet, for some reason, he felt compelled to fight with him over this one.

Werewolves are dangerous, and rogues are more so. With the average werewolf, they have a code to follow: a set of rules designated by their pack. If the pack was a good one, then so was the werewolf. But rogues were on their own. They had no laws to abide by and no rules to follow. They were the main ones that terrorized humans as well as any packs they could get ahold of.

If a pack were to take in a rogue, as many have and do regularly, it's best to know everything there is about that rogue beforehand. Secrets are a clear indication that they are trying to hide something from you. And that could be dangerous.

But Alistair didn't have secrets. He just had a clean slate for a memory when it came to the basic information that they needed. It amazed Max that he could even remember the name of his former pack.

It took them two weeks to find just the basic information on him, and Charlie expected to find it within three days?

Technically one now. Max had been losing his mind over just how much his mate seemed to dive into this project. He also hadn't been coming to bed and had shut him out of his mind. It hurt him to no end that he couldn't feel what his mate was feeling right at that moment. He wished he never taught him how to do something like that.

Which brought him back to how much he had fucked up.

Charlie had asked him why he was treating the man as if he was guilty until innocent. But he doesn't understand how dangerous a rogue like him is. The stronger the rogue, the more likely they were power hungry, or worked for an even stronger rogue. He could be a second in a rogue pack for all they knew.

And he had been traveling for ten years! That fact alone was enough to set off an alarm in his head. A rogue that can survive ten years by themselves is strong. The average rogue lasts about five at most. Usually during this time, they either join a pack or go into a rogue pack. That's the way that they survive as rogues.

But Alistair hadn't seemed to do that at all. He had simply traveled. He had traveled all the way from Alaska, through an entire country, to come here. It raised too many questions. Why did he decide this pack, out of all the other ones? Surely there were plenty of packs up north that would have accepted him. Why did he not settle down somewhere? How strong was he?

Max knew that the man's survival instincts were strong. The rogue seemed to be well aware of his surroundings, and easily remembered any new land that he entered. Tyler had told him just how quickly he had learnt the patrol path that he had been on.

Yes. He had saved Tyler from a vicious bite wound. But that could have easily been a plan to gain their trust. Max didn't trust it one bit. The rest of his warriors were left unharmed as well. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.