Destined to be a Rogue (Alphas and Rogues#1) {Will be Edited Soon}

Chapter 12

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Are we tough enough for ordinary love?

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Lately, it seems like I have been blacking out more than I normally do.

When I woke up with a pounding dizzyness, I realized that. It took me a moment to register the bonfire and the shape of the person. I ached all over, each part of my body feeling bruised and battered. I let out a gasp as I tried to sit up as the pain rushed to my back. 

My heat was becoming stifingly hot.

I guess that meant my saviour was a guy.

I lifted myself slowly and saw a shadow by the fire. I sniffed and recognized the scent as Zack's. I paused, surprised. Zach saved me. 

Again it was all that prick's fault that I had needed saving. If he hadn't been my mate, I wouldn't be suffering from this bloody heat. 

"You're awake," Zach grunted rather rudely. "I thought the sleeping beauty would never wake up."

I was a bit taken aback at this rude awakening. "And here I thought sleeping beauties were kissed to be awakened."

I was being sarcastic. But I guess, boys will be boys. Zach snorted, "If you wanted to kiss me you could've just asked."

He tried to get closer but I hissed at him, warning him not to get any closer. He shrugged and went back to whatever he was doing. 

"You don't have to be rude you know." I said after a moment, raising an eyebrow, brushing off the leaves.

"Oh yeah. Well if you weren't stupid I wouldn't have to save your butt." he said nastily. He couldn't even bother to look at me. I was hurting already, deep down so it stung.

Anger boiled up inside me, "I didn't ask for you to save me jerk!" I shouted.

He suddenly grinned, "Still the same pre-heat cold hearted bitch, huh? Geez woman! I was making sure you were awake before I make soup for you."

I gaped at him before punching him hard on his shoulder, the mere contact with his skin making me ache again. I really needed to keep my hands to myself. I stiffled a groan, sitting in a more comfortable position.

"Ow!" 

"Now we are even," I sat back, satisfied. 

"Bitch!"

"Prick!"

"Cabbageheaded!"

"Wormfaced git!"

"You call me that again and I will be serving you worms!" he scowled.

"Ewww. Are you trying to kill me?" I asked, disgusted.

"No now shut up or you'll go hungry!" He grimaced as he pulled the stove out of the fire. "God, you are horny aren't you?"

I blushed and muttered, "Shut up, pr - ass!"

As he gave me the soup, I eyed it cautiously, "I seriously hope this is not poisoned or I'll come to haunt you from my grave!"

He rolled his eyes, "Just eat it, twit!"

I glared at him suspiciously before trying out the soup. The soup actually tasted really good. "You know, I am considering you to be my cook. I'll give you some tips in swearing words in return."

"No thanks," he snorted before warming his hands before the fire. I noted that he was not making any eye contact with me. I had to give the guy some points. It was really hard to control yourself if you were present in the company of a wolf in heat.