Rogue Squad

Telling the Squad

"Are you fucking kidding me," Damien screams in my face as his right hand lands on my throat. He pushes me against the wall. The back of my head smacks it with a thud. "You had sex with someone else, who? Greyson?"

We are currently stationed outside the boy's hallway. We just left the Alpha's office. Ever since we walked out, Damien has been deadly silent. I suppose he thought this was far enough away for him to finally start fighting with me.

I growl at him, my wolf coming to life. I grab his wrist and my nails grow drastically, digging into his rough skin. He hisses and his grip loosens beneath me. I pull his hand away from my sore neck.

"Back the fuck up," I growl at him, squeezing his wrist tighter.

"Fuck Lucia, let go." he growls at me. My wolf flinches a bit at his command, but stands her ground.

"I said," I squeeze tighter, blood dripping down my fingers, "back up."

He whimpers and finally takes a step back. I release his wrist and he quickly cuffs it in his other hand. He cradles it to his chest, his dark navy blue shirt getting stained with his crimson blood. His eyes-pitch black-glare into my soul. I cock my eyebrow up at him.

"You got your wolf back." He hisses under his breath.

"You're damn right I did. Now excuse me, I have to go speak with the squad." I walk past him. A moment later a blood soaked hand grabs onto my wrist. I growl and say, "are you sure you want to do this again?"

"I have something to say before you go." I growl and turn to face him.

"You don't deserve my time."

He promptly ignores my statement, "just answer my question, damnit. Who knows?"

"Who knows what?"

"About the baby, besides our fathers' and us, who knows?"

What an odd question. "The two maids I work with, Catalina, Trinity, and Milena. Why do you ask?"

"And they all think it's my child?"

I squint my eyes at him suspiciously, "Yes..."

"Good. It's going to stay that way. No one else can know it's not mine. You can't tell anyone that's its not my kid. Not even Greyson."

I growl, "Greyson is going to know it's his child when I tell him I'm pregnant."

"How could he know? I know he's seen that mark on your neck. Have you told him that you and I haven't been having sex?" He stands up tall, massaging his quickly healing arm.

"I-I..." Now that I think about it, Greyson and I never really talked about me and Damien. He saw the mark, got pissed at me and we hadn't really spoken until after that mission we went on. He has no idea that Damien and I haven't had sex.

"That's a good reaction." He smirks cockily, making my stomach churn in disgust. "Now, if you do tell him that it's his child, I won't hesitate to tell the entire pack, including my father, that it's not my kid. If that news gets out, not only will Greyson be out of the pack, but you and your bastard child will be sentenced to death."

I can see the demons laughing in his eyes. This man is pure evil. He's getting joy from threatening an unborn child.

"How do I know you won't turn me in anyway?" I try to say with an unwavering voice, but sadly it quivers.

"You saw my father in there, the joy in his eyes was something I hadn't seen since Milena was born." Does he actually care for his Dad? "And with him being so happy, he'll be more willing to give me more power in the pack." Ah. There it is, his ulterior motive.