Beautiful Rogue

Chapter 02

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By the time the boy reached the place he called home, the sun was already perched up high in the sky, sitting comfortably amongst the clouds as the birds sang their morning tunes. Cautiously, he shrugged the girl off of his back, laying her down on the grass, before his limbs contorted and he shifted back into his human form. It was much easier for him to carry her as a wolf and, not to mention, less awkward. He didn't even want to imagine what it would have been like if he had to lug an unconscious girl through the woods for over five miles, while he was donned in nothing but his birthday suit. Sure, he was confident with his body. Trust me, he's got nothing to be ashamed of. He just preferred keeping his goods hidden unless behind closed doors, of course.

As expected, his father was in the common room, passing time with another tedious game of chess. He was playing against himself, as he usually did and when he noticed his presence, thanks to the boy's distinctive scent, Gideon stopped what he was doing and looked up. His brows met at the center of his forehead and the quizzical expression painted over his face told the boy that he had a lot of explaining to do. "Kaleb, who is this?" Gideon questioned, clearly startled by the girl resting in his son's embrace. The man might be in his late forties but his memory was still impeccable. He knew of every single person residing in their land and with a mere glance he could tell that this girl in front of him was not one of his own. So... who was she?

"I found her by the stream in the northern part of the land," Kaleb informed.

"Okay," the man said, rising to his feet. "But why is she here? If she is a trespasser and not one of us, why didn't you kill her? Don't tell me you've softened up, my boy. Has her beauty bewitched you?" Gideon quirked a brow and his son sighed, trying his best to not roll his eyes at his old man's absurd claim. His father often questioned his actions, as he was doing now, yet Kaleb couldn't necessarily bring himself to blame Gideon, seeing as he did have a rather notoriously rakish reputation, especially when it came to the ladies.

It's not his fault his hormones were difficult to tame and women were such enchanting creatures. Add in his dashing good looks, along with his high status, into the equation and Kaleb Blackwell was practically irresistible. In other words, he always got what he wanted. Being the Alpha's only son, which ultimately secured his position as the Rogues' next leader, bestowed an overwhelming amount of power upon Kaleb despite him being no older than twenty. Some of the elders still considered him to be a pup, of course, but he did not even give the slightest damn about their opinions.

"Of course not," Kaleb denied. "Rogues never soften up under any circumstances. Although," he paused and examined her face again. "I must admit that her looks are not all too shabby, that is not the reason I brought her here."

"It's not?" Gideon relaxed and then nodded. There was no harm in listening to his son's explanation. It ought to be a good one. "All right. But first, let's get some clothes back on you. I don't think I will be able to conduct a serious conversation with you like that." He couldn't even tell you how many times he's seen Kaleb strut around all-natural. You'd think by now Gideon would have gotten accustomed to it but he hasn't. With a snap of his fingers, the elder summoned a maid and a guard. The girl brought in her young master's extra clothes while the guard stood tall, ready for orders. "Samuel, take the girl and put her in one of the prison cells for now."

Samuel saluted and just as he was about to retrieve Irina from Kaleb, the latter turned away. "You can't put her in a cell, father," he told him sternly.