Harper's POV
Running, I can feel my grey fur in the wind. It's been nearly three months since I ran away from the pack. Quite frankly I'm surprised no packs have caught me yet. Then I hear a snap in the distance. Maybe I spoke too soon. I turn and run in the opposite direction away from the snapping. I hear footsteps, so apparently they don't care about being quiet anymore. Suddenly a large light grey wolf jumps out from behind and tackles me. "Shift rouge." He commands me with a powerful voice, just not powerful enough to be an alpha. Maybe a beta or third in command. When I don't oblige he snaps at my neck. Submitting I shift to human form, as does he. He grabs clothes hidden in the trees and throws a long shirt and sweat pants at me. Gratefully I take them and change.
He grabs me roughly by the shoulders and drags me only a few feet before we reach a clearing. Looking around I notice a large stone castle covered in beautiful moss and vines. Okay, at least to me it was beautiful. "No wonder we got caught, we were so close to the castle!" My wolf, Adeline whispers with uncharacteristic calmness. "Now you show up." I think to myself. The man is still dragging me toward the castle when a man emerges from the castle. "This is the rouge, Beta Louis." My captor says proudly. "I'll take her from here." The beta responds.
Suddenly I'm in the arms of the beta as he leads me through the castle down some stairs and into the dungeon. Before I can say anything, the door slams shut. "Well isn't he polite!" Adeline says sarcastically in my head. Looking around my cell I see a dirty mattress. Shuddering I sit down. At some point I fell asleep.
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The Alpha King is My Mate?!
WerewolfHarper is a rouge who ran away from her pack because of something her father did. Parker is the Alpha King, feared by all. What happens when their worlds collide? Disclaimer: This is my first story please don't judge.
