The Love Of An Alpha (Old version)

The Life Of A Rogue (E)

((This story is under major editing, I have not yet gotten to all of the chapters, so there will be many, many grammatical and spelling errors. Please don't go all grammar Nazi on me. I will fix any errors when I edit the chapters. That being said, this chapter is now edited, so if you've read it before, it's pretty much the same,  just a little longer and MUCH better written. Edited chapters will specify if edited at the end of the chapter.))

((A/N: Anastasia, Luna's wolf spirit, speaks with the royal We. That is all))

I quietly slipped past the two patrol guards, it wasn't very hard, they were so enthralled in their conversation that they didn't even notice my scent as I rushed past them.

Making it through the small pack village was easy, although most of the pack members sent stares of confusion and disgust my way. Nothing I wasn't used to.

I stumbled upon the pristine line of street stands, each one held a different assortment of food. The food market!

Although my initial reasoning for crossing over their boarder and into their town was to find clean clothes and hopefully a new blanket, my current one was worn and tattered beyond use.

But my new objective was to acquire fresh food for myself, something that I had been lacking for several months now.

I untied the flap of my low hanging shoulder bag and left it open. Walking close to the fruit stand, I pretended to inspect fruit with one hand, while the other shoved a few assorted fruits into my bag. I give one final acted look of distaste to the fruit and set it back down and move on to the next stand, repeating my actions, only taking enough for myself, nothing more.

Each time I moved onto another stand I made sure that the stand owner wasn't suspicious of my actions, although they didn't seem focused on my actions so much as they were on the smell in the air. I knew that they didn't know what it was, because they were all sheltered and proper, they were the civilian members and they weren't allowed past the boarders into the rogue land.

We'll bet that they've never even smelt a rogue before, much less met one. My wolf, Anastasia snapped, her tone showed how annoyed she was.

You shouldn't be surprised, their pack rarely ever gets bothered by rogues, so they've probably ever had a chance to meet one. I reasoned, Anya only scoffed and agreed.

We can believe that, after all, those patrol guards weren't even fazed by our potent scent, any experienced wolf would've been able to identify our scent a mile away. She muttered and let out a soft chuckle.

"Excuse me, ma'am." The man's voice pulled me back to reality.

Blinking away the fuzzy feeling in my brain from mind-link, I look up to see two men in front of me, one looking to be in his late 40s and the second couldn't be older than 25.

The younger man stood straight with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, his lips turned down in a scowl and his eyes narrowed at my lack of immediate response.

"Sorry, am I in your way, sir?" I ask, forging ignorance and moving to the side.

"No, that's not it." He reassured me with a forced smile. "I'm going to need you to come with me."

"What? W-Why?" I ask, a feeling of panic filled my chest and swelled until I felt it in my stomach as well.

"I will tell you once we're out of the public eye, we just wouldn't want to cause a scene, you know how it is." The older man said, reaching out his hand politely.