Scott, my alpha (scomiche) AU

Chapter 3: Mate?

Scott's POV

I walk through the corridor to the cell where they are keeping the new rogue in.

He doesn't want to shift. Who is he making demands? He wants to stay in wolf form for whatever reason. Well, too bad for him I want my prisoners in human form.

One cell for the rogue I'm suddenly grabbed.

I growl lowly, "let me go." I look up to the man who grabbed me. Of course it's the guy I hate the most in the whole world. The rogue who killed my parents.

"You have a lot of audacity to grab me. The alpha." I whisper dangerously low. I can't lose control right now I am on a mission.

"He can't shift. He doesn't know how." The man, Lincoln I think, says.

I don't have time for this. I roughly pull my arm out of his grip and walk to the next cell. The cell with the new rogue.

A certain smell hits my nose before I see him. The smell is faint. But it smells good. Very good. Why on earth does something here smell good? They better not be allowed perfume. I'll check that later.

When I finally arrive at the cell, my heart stops beating.

I'm looking right into two beautiful, innocent brown eyes.

What the hell, Scott? I scold myself. You can't be thinking of a rogue like that. There is something different about him though.

The longer I stare into his eyes the more clear I can feel a bond. And that only means one thing. Things fall into place.

I have heard stories of people who met their mate for the first time. They say that you know it with the first look. A mate is short for soulmate. You feel whole after you found him or her.But it can't right? I can't have a rogue as mate. A rogue for god sake. I should have a strong beta or third or maybe forth. But a rogue?

I quickly break out of my trance. I can't have a rogue for a mate. Rogues are never good news. They are lone wolves who don't have a pack for whatever reason. Usually they are kicked out because of bad behaviour. Sometimes even murder. And by the looks of it, this wolf has been rogue for a long time. He looks starved and his fur is all dirty and uneven. I felt a tinge of sadness at that. Rogue life must be hard. But they brought it on themselves.

"Scott?" Kevin's voice brings me out of my thoughts, "what are you doing?"

"I'm..." I have to come up with something fast, "inspecting him."

Kevin frowns, "on what?" He looks from the rogue to me.

"None of your business." I snap at him. I don't want anyone finding out. This has to be a secret.

"I'm taking him to the torture chamber." Kevin jumps up, "alone" I add. I have to have a moment with him alone.

The wolf starts whining and trying to be as far away from me as possible.

I feel my stomach fall at that. My mate is afraid of me.

But it doesn't matter. I'm going to reject him. I can't have a rogue mate.

I grab him by his fur and drag him through the corridor to the chamber. We have a torture chamber for really bad cases. We don't just torture anyone. He is whining the whole way down there. I try to block him out but it's hard. His whines are just so heartbreaking.

When we arrive at the chamber I close the door and let him go. He scrambles away from me to the other side of the room. He looks around and takes in the room. The handcuffs hanging on the ceiling and the whipping pole in the middle of the room. He starts shaking and trembling.

I feel bad for him. I can't believe I'm feeling bad for him. He's a rogue. He is not normal though. He is my mate. But I'm going to reject him. I'll find someone else to love. It won't ever be as good as with your mate but that's okay. I can live with that. I look at the wolf again. It makes my heart clench when I think of leaving him.

My wolf doesn't want to leave him. He is the same as me but he is also different. He is like another version of me. He is already attached my mate though. He absolutely does not want to leave him. It's like I'm having a battle with myself.

I want to see him in human form though. His wolf doesn't look dangerous but that can also be the result of not many food. He is not big though.

"Shift!" I order in my alpha tone. My dominance and power dripping off my voice. Werewolfs often find it hard to disobey an order when an alpha uses his alpha tone or voice. Hierarchy is very important for wolfs so the wolf in the werewolf wants to obey the alpha. Even if the human doesn't. Since the wolf is in wolf form he almost has no other choice than to obey me.

When the wolf just starts whining and looks up at me with pleading eyes I consider what Lincoln says. Maybe he really can't shift. That would be a little problem. I'll have to teach him.

He closes his eyes and stops whining. I see him think hard about something, his eyes squeezed shut. He is trying to shift, physically trying. I know what it looks like. All the just shifted weres do it.

Eventually I see a ripple going through his fur. His fangs disappear and his fur becomes less hairy. Is he actually doing it? He is shifting.

Just when I thought that he changes back and he is fully wolf again.

He let's out a frustrated whine and I sigh. I guess I really have to teach him then.

"Okay, I'll teach you." The wolf's eyes snap up back to mine. He doesn't look dangerous at all. How is this cute wolf a rogue? This mate of mine is one big mystery.