𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 [ 𝐌𝐱𝐌 ]

Chapter 10: The plan

ZEV ||

Things were quiet tonight.

Error was perfect and Seiko was doing ok, having seen his fated last night. He still laid next to me whimpering in his sleep but for the most part, the recognition had calmed some in his body and given him time to rest.

He needed that.

My fingers trace through his hair that I'd managed with a great deal of struggle to comb through. Error on my left and Seiko on my right, I also trace the length of my fated's spine, which makes Error grumble in his sleep and scoot impossibly closer.

I take in a breath - for the first time since Seiko found Luxury, I'd been able to just breathe.

Things were quiet and I don't just mean my rogue pack. Error's heart was quiet. Seiko's pain was quiet. The things that seemed to stress me the most. . . were all quiet.

It felt nice. To just lay here and be steady with my mates. The only missing was Luxury. I'm just not sure how that go with my fathers and his.

An Alpha mated to not one but three rogues because by way of being fated to Seiko, Luxury was also fated to myself and Error. We came as a packaged deal and the young Alpha would have to accept all of us or none of us.

Seiko may not be able to vocalize that with words but he wouldn't allow Luxury to shun us while taking him.

Not that Luxury's family and his pack would allow that. We were rogues. In their eyes, we were less than. We deserved nothing. . . not even love.

But rogues deserved everything that "normal" pack wolves did. Rogue by definition is a creature that has been shunned from their home or a creature who chooses to live on its own.

It does not make us less than. It just makes us different than the norm, but we still breathe and feel just like other wolves do.

Rogue packs are still packs and within those packs, we still have a hierarchy, a structure and a system we follow because at the end of the day, we are still wolves and we need that to be balanced.

For all of us to be of the same species - rogues and normal pack wolves - and to have the same struggles, we sure do discriminate between the two.

Rogue or civilized. Pack born or wild born. Exiled and frowned upon or kept and protected.

It made absolutely no sense to me, but maybe that's because I had a foot in both doors. I could see it through both sides of the lens.

That's what makes it hard being rogue but not transitioning. It's a confusion for those who meet me because they don't understand what I truly am. They don't see me for me. They see my bloodshot eyes and immediately assume rogues or some kind of Hybrid but then they see my ability to be sound and that's when the confusion comes in.

To them, rogues aren't supposed to be of sound mind. We're savage, cruel, bloodthirsty creatures who seek the hunt and get a thrill from killing.

Which was farthest from the truth. We do not seek the hunt. It comes to us and we don't get a thrill from killing, it's our DNA as wolves to kill for a purpose, not for fun.

We don't play with our food. That's what a thrill is. Doing something for enjoyment, not for the necessity of one's life.

But others don't get that. They don't understand that fully transitioned rogue wolves are as primitive as the first Lycans to roam this Realm. They are animals first and man later.

Any sudden movements will drive that predatory behavior. A kink in your armor just blares your weakness. Lack of control over your body shows them that you're easily defeated.