The Lonely Rogue

Chapter 4 Caspian

I couldn't believe that I let my idiot Gamma, Cole, talk me into going out tonight. He was good friends with the local packs Gamma and Beta, and I was old friends with the Alpha. Cole Valentine was the exact opposite of me and Jett. He was a wild, smartass playboy who thought he was way funnier than he was. He was the grandson of one of the original members of the royal guard, a descendant from an old Alpha bloodline. He was an elite fighter and smart as a whip. He was good in a crisis and I trusted him with the Queen Luna's life.

I denied him the opportunity to protect his Queen Luna and now I was denying him the chance to be Gamma at all by refusing to take another mate. Despite the fact that he put me in a bad mood, I owed him.

So, that's how I found myself stepping out of a portal into the human realm, entering into a city in South Carolina. Jett begrudgingly agreed to come along, not having much of a choice seeing as he was my bodyguard.

"Where the hell are we going?" I grumbled as a limo pulled up to the curb.

"Some bar Alpha Avery likes in the french quarter." Jett said, opening the door for me.

"Cole, I swear to the Goddess...." I started to threaten him but he wasn't having it, laughing as he climbed into the limo himself.

"You'll be fine." He popped open a bottle of champagne that was waiting for us on ice, "Have a glass." He handed over a long stem glass.

"Why do you listen to this idiot?" Jett mumbled.

"Because he secretly craves this little thing called fun. Maybe you've heard of it?" Cole mocked Jett, offering him his own glass which Jett refused.

"Shut up, Cole." I growled and we rode the rest of the way to the bar in silence.

We pulled up in front of a bar with a blinking neon sign, the Lion's Den. Classy. We filed out of the limo and walked right past the line. Cole nodded at the bouncer who reeked of werewolf, he must've been a part of Alpha Avery's pack. We strolled inside and started up the steps, Cole and Jett taking the lead. Halfway up the steps, a scent slammed into me like a freight train.

The alluring scent of strawberries and fresh flowers flooded all of my senses. My eyes glazed over and a soft growl involuntarily left my chest. My wolf howled in my head.

"Mate!" Jess yipped.

"No, we don't deserve a second chance mate." I argued, feeling nothing but dread.

"The Moon Goddess disagrees. She gave us one. Look at her." Jess demanded.

I lifted my head and looked around in front of me. Coming towards the steps was the tiniest woman I had ever seen. She had to be 5 feet or less, her hair wider than she was tall. It was a mop of curls the color of warm carmel, bouncing around her shoulders. Her skin was as soft and warm looking as her hair. Despite her height, her legs were long and delicious, covered in sexy black tights.

Before I knew it, she was heading in my direction, her curvy hips sashaying as she walked down the steps. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts bounced, peeking out from the deep v-neck of her shirt.

Suddenly, she was falling. Her heel having caught in one of the steps, she stumbled and started falling towards me. I reached out my arms, instinctively catching her. The second her hands were on my arms, even though the fabric of my suit, I could feel the sparks. My body came to life under her touch. It felt like I had swallowed a white hot branding iron, my throat was burning and my stomach was on fire.

She gasped and looked up at me through her long, dark eyelashes, revealing two warm orbs of honey. Her luscious lips parted in shock as she studied my face. Jess puffed out his chest in my mind as she watched us. She said something, but I couldn't focus on her words, just the sound of her voice. Heat built up in my chest.