Alpha's Rogue

Chapter 7

Clarissa's POV

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I sprinted through the woods and up the steep inclines. I followed the turbulent water, running through the trees against the wind. As I came upon the Victorian mansion I saw two patrol wolves guarding the giant mansion. They circled the house to keep intruders out.

I waited until I saw the guards leave, then I crawled up the drain pipe and crept into the house through the already broken window. I stood up straight in Dean's room. Three words. Loving and hating. His scent is intoxicating and manly. His old, dark oak furniture scattered the room. Instead of the neatly positioned furniture, there was broken glass, wood and other furniture scattering the floor.
Distracted by the intoxication and furniture, I hadn't noticed the shower running. It turned off and a second later Dean came out in his all natural glory. He was as naked as the day he was born. And, oh my, he was not small by any means.
He was walking into his closet when he abruptly froze. He slowly turned in the general direction of where I lie under the cracked bed frame. He walked over terribly slow and stopped right in front of me.
My heart hammered in my chest and as I saw him slowly bend down and stopped. I spaced out at the cite of his erect friend. Wondering what great pleasure it could bring me. But, also the great pain that had to come with it.
Dean spoke out softly. "I'm sorry, Clarissa. I couldn't just let her go. What kind of example would that have been. I would've been seen as weak by both my pack and Rogues." My eyes flared with anger. He could have shone mercy! He could have prevented this! "Clarissa. I know you're there. I can smell you. I just want you to know how sorry I am and how much I love you. My parents don't approve of you. They want me to mate another, but I rejected the proposal." My anger became like a solar flare. I rolled out from under the bed and tackled Dean. My wolf taking full control over my body.
She roughly pushed our lips unto his, capturing them and holding them hostage. Almost automatically his lips responded, rapturously tangling his lips with mine. I began to kiss down to where his neck meets his shoulder. Each sloppy kiss ejected a moan from him. I teased him for a moment, then as he wasn't expecting it. I bit down, drawing a slight amount of blood. He cried out in surprise. It tasted like perfection, as I licked the fresh mark.
He looked at me with shock and hidden joy. "Mine," I growled at him. He chuckled and then replied "Now that's not fair," releasing a sexy laugh. He kissed me again, nipping at my sensitive, smooth skin. He bit down on the shoulder opposite of my mark. Crying out, at the immense pleasure that soon became an over powering pleasure. The outburst soon turned to a loud moan.
Dean rolled us over so he was on top, not paying attention to when I lost my shirt, I pushed him off of me. "No! I can't," I whispered. Dean smirked, "And why not? You're mine," he inquired. "First of all, I'm not your property and secondly, you killed my mother," I yelled, my anger flaring up again. I pushed him off of me and onto the hard, cold ground.

With a thud he fell to the ground and I shifted, jumping at him. He was quick to react, rolling to the left. He also shifted and now that we marked each other we have a mind link for only the two of us. 'Why do you want me dead so badly, Clary,' Only my mother called me that, after he said that I lunged.

I couldn't take the games anymore, jumping on him. I bit into his scruff, ejecting a painful yelp from him. His wolf bucked and yelped, but I never let go. Suddenly he stilled and the giant doors burst open. Looking up, I see David up front and a few others behind him, struggling to see what's happening. To my left I see a struggling Harriet. When she gets to where she can finally see she gasps.

I hop off of Dean and stand tall and proud. Everyone here must have noticed how big I am. I'm bigger than your typical Alpha male. I am bigger built and stronger in every way. I am a Royal. Dean moved in front of his mother, seeing as she was up front. "Oh, my heavens. She's a Royal," Harriet gasped. Well, someone's smart.

I growl threateningly low with my ears laying flat on my skull and my teeth barred. By now David and a few other males have shifted. Harriet bowed her head to me and pleasing the wolf. 'Answer me, Clarry! Why do you want me dead? I've done nothing wrong,' Dean said, with hurt laced in his voice, through the pack link. 'Hmm. Let's see. First, you kidnap my mother and I, then your Beta kills Cathorine. And secondly, you forcefully mark me and try to rape me. Lastly, you killed my mother! The only family I had left,' I growled the last two sentences through the pack link.

On the inside, my human side, was trying not to cry. I was breaking down inside. Dean hung his head in guilt and Harriet broke free of everyone's blockade to run to Dean. To comfort him. But to my surprise she stopped in front of me, bent down and hugged me. Wrapping my head around her, my wolf shifted us. Harriet scooted back as we did so and started talking. "I'm so sorry sweetheart, but you still shouldn't have attacked Dean. He's your mate. Look at him, he's guilty for the things he has done. Can't you forgive him." As she said that I couldn't hold it in anymore, I broke down crying into Harriet's motherly embrace.

She patted my back and held me and I watched as Dean turned from wolf to man. His tall, chiseled body, his muscles rippled with every movement made. "All males are to leave immediately," his voice stern and full of authority. Not wanting to admit it, it was kinda' turning me on. Harriet kept her hold on me firm, not willing to leave me without comfort.

Dean disappeared into his closet, soon returning with a pear of socks, boxer briefs, shorts and a shirt. He held two of each, his pair being put on, while my pair sat there. Me, not willing myself to move. Harriet let me go to grab my clothes and I just wept harder as cold air washed over me. Grabbing the clothes from her I dressed myself in his clothes, since my clothes lie in tatters.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have marked you or attacked you. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. You already have a pup. There's no use for me to be here, I should go," tears began to fill my burning eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I started to walk away when a rough and calloused hand grabbed me by the arm. Turning my head I see Dean leaning forward to keep me from leaving. He pulled me into him gently, laying his head on mine and his hands wrapping around me as I sob in his fresh shirt. He tilted my head up, saying "I will always need you, and as for the pup. He was adopted by my sister and likes to call me Daddy. I will always be there for you and it was understandable that you attacked me. I did kill your mother." I sobbed even harder at his admittance.

Harriet's voice rang out next, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried replacing you. Another woman would have never been able to fulfill him or complete him like you could. Especially now that he's met you," she walked over to me while she's saying these things. She pulled me out of Dean's grasp and into hers. Her tight embrace gave me a sad level of comfort, one only a mother can give. I loved my mother, but after dad died she was never really there. I mean physically yes, but mentally, no. Plus her injury. The wolf that attacked my mom laced its teeth with silver and wolfsbane, permanently wounding her. Then I shifted early, because my wolf sensed danger, if not I would've shifted at 8 years old. Instead I got three more years of hunting practice.

I guess I get a new family, but I really want to meet my grandparents. My father was a Royal, as was my mother, but his parents died in a fire. Mine are still very much alive and unaware to the rightful heir.