Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 1 ~ The Rogue King

~WARNING: SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT BELOW (RAPE) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK~

I watched the blank expression he wore as he spoke with my father about our wedding arrangements.

The Rogue King.

That was his name.

He was known for his tyranny and brutal methods, slaying anyone who ridiculed him and destroying any pack that bared their fangs at him.

When his existence first came to be known to the world, everyone cursed and ridiculed him.

They said he wasn't powerful enough to create a pack from a scattered bunch of criminals, madmen and refugees, yet he did.

They said he wasn't capable enough to claim any territory for himself, yet he did.

They said no wild man could ever gain acknowledgement from the world, yet he did.

He was well known across the Continent.

A feral man, raised by actual wolves instead of werewolves, abandoned by his parents at the age of 3, forced to reside in his wolf form for many years until he was an adult. He rose up from the shadows and became a beacon of hope for lone wolves without a pack.

He was uncultured, dominant and ruthless yet his reign was easily solidified. After settling down into the werewolf world, he taught himself to talk like everyone else, read like everyone else and despite mixing into the packs in the surroundings, he looked down on their culture and instead created one of his own.

Throughout this entire process, the Alpha King gave no commentary on these actions.

His pack started out as a small group until it expanded and became what was known today as the Shadow Rogue pack. They were a group of people who acted more wolf than human. They went on instinct without thought and yet because of that it has made them successful in many of their battles.

Their culture wasn't something I was fond of. They didn't care about their soulmates, they simply marked whoever they wanted and adapted the notion of choice mates.

The Shadow Rogue pack became known as the third largest pack across the Continent, coming up closely behind the Everest pack and The Divine Alpha Kingdom, who housed the Alpha King, ruler of all werewolves.

Now, where did I fit into the picture?

Many packs feared yet revered the Shadow Rogue pack, so when they heard that the Alpha was looking for a mate in which to bare a heir, many Alphas or lower ranked parents offered up their daughters to the Rogue Alpha in exchange for more power and wealth. The unfortunate daughter who was chosen simply ended up being me. My father offered and he chose me. Sadly enough, there wasn't anything I could do about it but agree to follow what my father wanted and marry the dude.

My father's pack was one of the smallest packs on the Continent, so my father came up with the perfect idea to unite our pack with the Alpha's so we could gain a higher status. He never really cared about what his daughter wanted, like perhaps I was hoping to search for and marry my actual mate or perhaps I was hoping to travel the world and discover new things but alas, even if I voiced my opinions, his decision wouldn't change. He just wanted the power that came behind being a member of the Shadow Rogue pack, giving up his only daughter to get it. There was no solution to this as I had no choice in the matter. I was trapped; I was always trapped.

I watched as my father laughed and curried favor with the Rogue Alpha for quite a while before they finally parted ways. My father then began walking towards me, who stood peeking at the foyer entrance. My future 'husband and mate' barely spared me a glance as he left our pack house.