Rogue Squad

Talk About Bad Timing

"Damien..." I say unintentionally. I find the words just slipping out of my mouth as his figure gets closer to mine.

I watch as his eyes skim over my body, scanning my entire outfit. His eyes go dark. Not from lust but from anger. I find myself freezing in worry. I can see the devil growing in his eyes. His black hair falls messily over his forehead which is creased with anger. His aura is dark and undoubtably menacing.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He hisses as he stops in front of me.

"Clothes." I answers honestly but a bit sassily.

He frowns, "no shit Sherlock. But why are you wearing Greyson's shirt and why did you just come from his room? You reek of him. It's disgusting."

I growl and so does my wolf at the fact that he called Greyson's smell disgusting. "Why does it matter to you? What I do with my life has no meaning to yours."

His eyes blacken even further, leaving my wolf shaking and scared. "Lucia don't act like you don't know about us becoming mates. I know your mom told you. So don't fucking go skanking around with the new boy in the pack."

I feel the blood in my veins begin to boil. My wolf is telling me to stand down, but I just can't listen to her in this instance. He is enraging every bone in my body. He called me a skank. That's taking it too far.

"I'm not skanking around with anyone Damien. If anyone here is a whore, it's you." I notice anger flash across his features. I know his wolf is rising to the surface but I'm just not done yet. "Plus what the fuck is up with this situation Damien? Why the hell did you, out of no where may I add, decide you want me to be your mate? You hate me! So what the fuck do you want from me because I know you wouldn't do this unless you wanted something that only I could give you. So what is it Damien?" I practically screech at him.

To my surprise, he doesn't lash back at me. He actually calms down a bit before he says, "why do you think that I want something from you?"

I give him an 'oh please, you know why' kind of look. He snickers at that. His black eyes watching me.

"Fine. For one thing, you're not bad looking." My jaw drops. What the fuck? "And for two, you're one of the strongest girls in the pack."

I frown. "So basically, you want me to mate with you so you can have strong kids with good genes?"

He rolls his eyes, "say it however you want Lucia. Just know that you're mine now, so fucking stop whatever it is you and Greyson are doing. I know you guys are close, so you better quit being alone with him or else he won't be in this pack much longer." My eyes widen. He wouldn't kick Greyson out of the pack, would he? "Do you know how long werewolf rogues last on their own, Lucia?"

I frown, knowing all the stories. Rogues have a hard enough time when there are a few of them. If there is just one rogue, they last about a month or two. If they don't find a pack, often times they are killed by smaller rogue groups or captured by other pack's. It's not a good fate.

"Damien. We aren't doing anything." I lie through my teeth, but do a great job of keeping eye contact with him.

He eyes me up and down. Scanning my face for any spec of trickery. I know he is hesitant to believe me, but my ability to lie is so well trained that he can't tell that I am doing it right now. He huffs angrily.

"I don't trust you. So stay the fuck away from him. You and I are going to be mates in two weeks whether you like it or not."

I growl, "Damien, I'm not one of those girls who is just going to accept this. I'm going to fight you every step of the way."