Chapter 2: sass

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Another thanks to Gayathri_Sarvani for this amazing cover! It's awesome! Love the crown.

Gwen's  (Guinevere) p.o.v

"You were told to be down here in 10! But no! You took 15 minutes to get your ass down here! I'm ordering you to go outside and mop the lake!!"

My male leader yelled at me. When I was taken at 12 years old I woke up in the packs. I was originally a Rouge but I was forced to become a pack wolf. Right now I'm 21 and have been stuck in this hell hole for 9 years.

This is what life is like in the warrior pack. Behind all the sexy men and strong women there are rebels, rouges, and those that alpha Chris just doesn't like. Chris has a 17 year old son, Altaïr. Meanwhile Chris and his mate, Bella, are both 56.

"What if I don't want to!? Hm? Then what will you do? Make me a Rouge? Sorry honey but I always was one! There is nothing you can do to me that I haven't already felt!"

I sass back and don't regret it. I have been passed from leader to leader. No one can tame this beast! If I manage to get passed onto another leader I'll be sent to the alpha himself.

"Go outside and mop the lake!"

He yells at me and I let my hair down. I break regulation and slap my leader with my hat. He looks back to me with a shocked look and I hold to fists up in front of me. My left fist moves forward and back in a circular motion as the middle finger of my right hand slowly goes up.

When my middle finger is completely up I make a fake suprise face.

"Look at this! I think I'm in trouble now! You gone gave my middle finger a booner!!"

I exclaim and my leader growls at me before walking out of the room. My long black hair flows down my back as everyone begins to clap. I'm a legend around here for my rebellious acts.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

I shout as I give a bow. Soon after two burly men come and grab my arms. They drag me away and out of the chow hall.  I smirk and give a small wave as I'm drug out.

I'm thrown into the back of a black van. I laugh as they slam the doors on me. I sit up and lean against the wall in the darkness.

"Guinevere?"

I hear a shaky male voice ask. This voice has a slight British accent. Only a few chosen people know my full real name. The others know me as Rebel. Those who know my real full name are family and close friend. The only friend with a British accent is either Peter or Carter.

"Carter?"

I ask and the voice chuckles. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see Peter sitting against the other wall.

"Try again sweetheart."

Peter says and I smile and move closer to him. He pulls me into his side and I lay my head on his shoulder.

'So how have things been with you my dear.'

Peter asks me through our mind link. We have been friends since before I can possibly rember. When we were teens we went for something more. We both have our mates put there but we want each other at the moment.

Peter is 21 with soft jet black hair. His soft brown eyes are like a security blanket to me. I can trust him with everything and anything. His smile can light up a room but it can blind my heart. He is well built and taller than me. I'm nose hight to this beast and I love him.

'Hard, very hard. There have been days where I thought about just submitting like all the others. Days have come and gone where I thought about just ending it all. But then I thought about you, Lance, Olly, Havik, Carter, and Cammy. You guys are all I have left.'

I mind link him back and he looks down at me. I look up at him and his hand comes around to cup my cheek.

'I love you no matter what. You are the light to my world and if I lost you I would be on complete darkness. Nothing can grow or live in darkness so I would die without you.'

He mind links me and his head leans down towards mine. I gladly accept the feeling of his soft lips on mine after so long of not being with him.

"Peter."

I moan very quietly and he pulls me closer to him. The van stops and the back is opened up. I'm dragged away from the man I love.

We share one last glance before the doors slam shut once more. I'm off to see the alpha now.

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