Queen Rouge

Prologue

"He's not going to stop searching for you, you know"

"He'll give up eventually"

"No, no he won't"

"Yeah, yeah he will"

"You're his mate"

"I fixed that problem, he doesn't need me anymore"

"There's more to being an alpha's mate, than just balancing out his pack"

"Oh really"

"Yes, oh really" I raised my eyebrow at him. Seriously?

"The term 'mate' is short for 'soulmate'! You know, two people who are made for each other, that are meant to be together.. Forever"

"Oh, come on! You don't actually believe all that crap do you?"

"Umm.. Why wouldn't I? Everyone knows that's how werewolves work, it's the way it's worked for centuries."

"Well, there's your problem" I point out, flicking his nose.

"Ow! And now I'm confused, what problem? I thought the problem was that you don't understand how werewolves and the whole mate thing works.." He rubs his now red and sore nose, glaring at me. I roll my eyes at him.

"No your problem is in the fact that that's how werewolves work. I'm not exactly a werewolf now am I?" I retort. Happy with my smart, cunning answer. For I think everyone knows he has no comebacks to that. He can not flaw my imperceptible logic. No one can.

"Enough. This conversation is over. I have things to do. People to taunt. Places to be." I trial off, giving him my trademark devious smirk. Sculling down the rest of my drink, slamming the mug down onto the table. Standing up I leave him sitting at the table, not giving a dam about the bill he has to pay. I walk straight out the door of the little inn.

I get a few side ways glances from some of the men on my way out. Not too often do they find a girl walking around without a chaperone. Especially in a place like this. It doesn't help that I'm wearing pants. You don't find a girl out of dress, it's practically unheard of. The inn is quite well known as a hang out for the sleazier types. The rouges. The thieves. All the non law abiding types. The kind of people who want to stay off the radar. I don't even bat an eyelid at them. It's not like I haven't been around their type before. In fact I have to deal with dirt bags like them on a daily basis.

Honest men are few and far between in these parts. Everybody's got a hidden agenda. Even me. I'm most certainly no exception to the rule. That's why they leave me alone. Because they all know, no good comes out of messing with me.