The Alpha's Rogue Affair

A Rogue Savior

The mysterious man had not visited her in over a week. June thought she might feel relief, but every muscle in her was tense as she all but held her breath for his return. She hated how much Regina, the traitor, longed for presence and mourned his absence. It was like June was demonically possessed. For no clear reason, she longed for her mate. She felt complete and whole when her mate was around, like a missing puzzle piece was finally found. It wasn't just being dickmatized, it was something much harder to explain. She needed him. Without him, she restlessly paced the cave over and over with increasing desperation until it began to feel like a cage. She slept over the spot he had slept on every night, so when she woke up, his faint scent haunted her. It made her sad, but she must be a masochist because she slept there and only there.

Sadness and longing wasn't the only emotion she had to contend with. Regina was furious with her. It was a louder feeling than simply being mad at herself; there was a primal rage inside her and she was the target. June felt like she was being split in two as she warred with Regina, and her wolf was winning. Regina cursed her for reacting so aggressively and chasing him away, and June had to admit she had gone too far, reacted too impulsively. After all, June was hiding stuff too. She wasn't innocent.

She played their intimate encounter over and over in her head - What could she have done differently? June knew she had gone too far when she attacked him, hitting him and yelling at him, not giving him a chance to explain himself. He could have had a perfectly good reason, but she instead took out her fear on him. And then when they kissed, June supposed she should have pulled away. Maybe, she would think to herself, he left her because she wasn't good enough for him. Or maybe he wanted to be more than just someone to have sex with, and he felt he couldn't get that with her.

Those were the thoughts that occupied her mind every day, when she went on her daily hunt. June found herself passing further and further towards the familiar trails that led to the packline. She just wanted a glimpse of him. She knew Regina was making her weak, and possessing her body, but she needed one last look. That was all. Just one more encounter for closure. One look... it would make her come to terms with what was really happening. That it was really over before it had become. That he had given her the greatest pleasure of her life and just snatched it away. She would live the rest of her life knowing no dingaling would ever compare.

June sorrowfully made her way to the town her pack lived in, her paws softly brushing the fallen leaves. She was becoming more comfortable in her wolf skin. She was learning to walk quietly through the woods. She was able to step lightly now, pace herself so her feet barely skimmed the ground before her next step. She learned to avoid the leaves and keep her feet to hard packed dirt and stone when she could, and move quickly and silently when she had to trot over brown, crunchy leaves. She was becoming more comfortable in the woods too. The rogue territories were becoming familiar, and she learned which paths were safe, tiny side roads made by the repeated, thousands of steps of deer and other wildlife, rarely traveled by wolves. Luckily, she was rather small, so she was able to traverse these little shortcuts with ease. A bigger wolf would have bumbled through these paths, causing a lot of noise and havoc.

June felt like she really might be able to live in these rogue territories. She was starting to feel safe and comfortable. She had not come across a rogue since that fateful day in the woods, and, of course, her mysterious mate. Her thoughts flew back to her mate with any chance she got. It didn't even matter who he was, June just wanted him back, whoever he was, whatever he was. She needed him.

She shook her head, focusing on the scents around. Since she had she had smelled them, she would consistently pick up their scents at that strange meeting place at the clearing, and sometimes she would catch a whiff and turn around and avoid that road. On the whole, June was learning to avoid the other lone wolves, and her fears began to subside. She began to enjoy the deep woods, the sounds of the frogs and the toads ribbeting, the songs of the chickadees and the goldfinches, the comforting metronome beat of the woodpecker, and the chittering of a squirrel. After such a toxic life in the town, reconnecting with nature was a blessing. June felt herself appreciating Maine's flora and fauna like she never had before - or, rather, she never properly could with the limitations of her human ears and nose. It was like a whole new word was unlocked to her. Sometimes, she enjoyed shifting back and forth between human and wolf form, to see with the superior eyes of a human, and to hear and smell with the senses of a wolf. She would be doing quite well, if it weren't for the loneliness, and for the awful mosquitos.