~~~Jezebelle's POV~~~
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I watched my brother and father get ripped to pieces by the rogue, tears falling down my face in horror and devastation. I had no family, they were all dead. I turned and ran as fast as I could back to the pack house, "Alpha!" I yelled, "Alpha!" I yelled again, yet nobody responded. The Beta, Drake, came running down the stairs, "Whats wrong?" He put his hands on my shoulders and kneeled down to my level, "A rogue, m-my parents a-and brother are dead! A-rogue k-killed-"
"Hush, little one. Its going to be alright." He cooed and pulled me into him. I cried on his shoulder, trembling. Alpha Owen came downstairs and crossed his arms over his chest, "You are banished from this pack, Jezebelle Parker. There are no she-wolves willing to take care of you. You are a weak pup, you're of no use to us." I pulled away and ran out the door. I was leaving everything I had grown up to, my family.
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I woke up screaming and tears streaming down my face. I felt someone pull me into their chest, "It's okay, you're going to be okay." Xavier purred into my ear. I pulled away and went into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. I looked in the mirror and saw how pale I was. I saw my ribs and there were dark circles around my eyes. I striped down and jumped into the shower, the hot water relaxing my muscles.
I got out and wrapped a towel around me. There was a light knock on the door, "You okay?" Xavier asked. I just growled, "I'm fine." I heard him walk away and I stepped out of the bathroom. I saw his jaw clench and he stared hungrily at me. I rolled my eyes and said, "Do you have any clothes that I can borrow?" His eyes met mine and he nodded. He walked over to the closet and pulled out basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed them and headed back into the bathroom.
I got dressed and brushed my hair with a hair brush that was sitting on the sink. I walked out and found that Xavier was nowhere to be seen, "Jeez, how long does it take you to get dressed?" I jumped, not knowing that Brent was leaning against the wall by the door.
I hit his chest lightly, "You scared me. Next time, give me a heads up that your standing in the same room." He laughed, "Xavier had to do some paperwork and asked me to keep take care of you until he gets done." I growled lowly, "Great, so now I have an overly protective mate. That's just fucking awesome." Brent looked at me and narrowed his eyes, "Whats so bad about having a protective mate? He cares about you, isn't that what you want? Somebody to care about you?" I growled and clenched my fists, "No! I don't want that! I can take care of myself! Always have, always will!" I laid down on the bed.
Brent walked towards me and crossed his arms over his chest, "So, you don't want anybody to care or worry about you?" I groaned, "No! I don't want anybody to think about me before themselves! I am perfectly capable of defending myself!" Brent growled, most likely getting pissed by my disrespect, "I overheard what you said in Xavier's office. Why are you supposed to be dead?" That set my anger off and I stood up and pinned Brent against the wall, "I'm supposed to be dead for reasons that I am not saying! I'm not even supposed to be known about! If I wasn't stupid enough to let my guard down then I would still be nothing, but a ghost!" I roared.
I stepped back and tried to calm myself, "So, nobody knows about you except this pack? How long have you been a rogue for?" Brent said, pissing me off even more, "Why do you want to know?!"
"Because I care!" I growled loudly, "Fine, you wanna know? I've been a rogue for five years! I was banished from my fucking pack! My family was killed by a rogue! I watched them get killed! Do you know how hard it is to watch your family get killed to protect you?! I was only twelve! I couldn't protect them! I should be dead, not them! I shouldn't even exist in the first place!" Brent stood there, shocked. He looked over at the door and I followed his gaze and met Xavier's forest green eyes. He looked shocked too. I growled, "Is that what you wanted to know? I'm not supposed to be here, I'm supposed to be dead. Are you happy now that you know more about me?!" I snapped.
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Wilkołaki"Run Jezabelle!" My father shouted. I was frozen. I couldn't move. I stared at the bloody mess that was once my mother, tears falling down my cheeks. I looked up at the wolf that murdered my mother. He lunged at me, but I was shoved away. I hit the...
