The Alpha's Rogue Mate

Chapter 3

I wake up to the sound of someone yelling and look around, it's coming from outside the tent but I ignore it and get comfortable back on Brandon's chest, I lay on him till he wakes up.

"Comfortable," he asks. I look up at him and smile.

"Very. You make an incredible pillow," I tell him. We both start laughing but then the tent door is ripped open and a furious John is looking at us.

John grabs Brandon then yanks him out of the tent, I follow after them but get grabbed by two pairs of arms, John starts beating the shit out of Brandon. I struggle against the arms holding me so I can help Brandon, I get out of their grip and run to where a bloody faced Brandon and a very pissed off John is; I kneel down beside Brandon.

"Are you alright," I ask him with the worry clear in my voice.

"Yeah," he says. I lightly wipe some blood off his face with my jacket sleeve.

"What are you thinking Brandon!? She could kill you in a heartbeat and you decide to fuck her!? She's probably a whore," John yells at us. The word whore really is a low blow.

"We didn't do anything John. All she did was sleep in my tent because I thought it wasn't very nice to leave her in the snow tied up to a tree," Brandon tells him.

"She could've ran off last night and then we would have to search for her all over again!"

"She isn't gonna run away again."

"How do you know!?"

"Because I promised I wouldn't that's why," I tell John as I turn and look at him. "And I keep my promises."

"Plus if she runs off then you can tell him that it was my fault that we lost her."

"Fine. But it's your funeral Brandon." John leaves into the woods and I help Brandon to a log, I start taking care of his face injuries.

"I really should take care of your lip." Brandon moves some hair out of my face. "And your cheek."

"I'm fine, I've had worse than this before. It's just a lip, it'll heal."

"What about your back?" I stop for a little bit but then quickly start getting back to work.

"I've had worse." Lie. "Well that's the best I can for now."

"Thanks umm-"

"Vexy. My name is Vexy." I get up and walk away from him but he follows me. I start climbing a tree and he follows. "What are you doing?"

"Following you around."

"I promised I wouldn't run off. I keep my promises."

"I know but I have nothing else to do. Plus you're really interesting."

The branches start getting thin and Brandon is having a hard time finding branches that will support his weight.

I stop climbing when Brandon can't climb any higher. I sit on the branch above him and look down at him, he asks me tons of questions but I ignore most of them because they involve stuff about my past.

"Ever had a boyfriend," he asks.

"No. I haven't really met alot of other Rogues, especially male Rogues," I tell him. I look down at him. "What about you? You got a special girl back at your Pack?"

"No. I haven't found my Mate yet." I shiver at the thought of Mates, they disturb me as well.

"I don't get what's so special about Mates."

"I can't wait to find my Mate. I hope she's beautiful and funny and smart and perfect." He looks at me and smiles. "Someone I can trust for the rest of my life."

"I think the whole mate thing is bullshit. Like mates are just to keep the werewolf species alive. If we didn't have mates, then our species has a high change of dying out."

"What do you have against Mates?"

"My mom died when I was thirteen from a fire, my dad was devastated. He became distant and wouldn't take care of the pack so our Beta took over for a while. I became my dads precious thing that he HAD to take care of. My parents were so happy together and then my mom was just ripped from our lives. I never want that to happen to me, all mates can go to hell."

"Wait, you use to belong to a Pack?"