I am not Rogue

Chapter 5

I prop myself up on my elbows, the dirt and leaves digging into skin. My heart pounds against my ribs, causing my breathing to become shallow, rapid pants.

I shuffle hastily backwards, away from the wolf. My actions cause my mate to lower to the ground and whine.

I pause, staring a the massive black-brown wolf in its begging, harmless position. Alphas don't beg. The words spitted by my father ring around me. Nor is he harmless, I muse to myself, recalling all the rumours of the ruthless Moonstone Alpha.

I stare at my mate in fear, remembering his hate for rogues. I am a rogue to him. He will kill me.

I scoot farther away from the dark brown wolf before I hastily make a stumbling dash for it. I run away from him, which he definitely doesn't like considering the angry growl he produced and paws thunder after me.

I don't make it far with my injured body.

A high pitch yelp escapes me as his wet nose touches the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he takes the back of my shirt in his jaws.

He lifts me off the ground by the nape of my neck, my wolf instinct to curl up limply kicks in. I grumble as he carries me.

I never wanted a mate, even when I was still in my old pack I didn't want one. All young werewolf girls wanted a mate, not me though. I knew that if I ever found a mate my parents wouldn't be happy. No matter which circumstances, I'd always pay the price if I found my mate.

Even when I finally escaped the hell known as a pack, I didn't want a mate. I wanted freedom. If I found a mate while being a lone wolf, some of that freedom disappears. I don't want to be tried down to one place. And what if my mate was a pack member? There would be no way I'd go back to pack life.

I scoff at the thought of a pack being a family.

I wiggle trying to get away but all I achieve is inciting a growl from my mate. I know the danger I'm in, so I just pout angrily, crossing my arms in annoyance.

My heart rate spikes as I notice the trees thinning. Too many scents assault my senses and I become dizzy, not used to so many unnatural, man-made scents.

The pack house comes into view and I whimper. I recoil at the sight of the pack house and all it's unusualness, wishing more than anything to be back in the forest.

My mate slows, noticing my distress. He places me down gently.

I sit frozen. The dirt and grass under me comfort me as I stare at the pack house. I notice several people standing outside the pack house looking at me as if I was gum on the bottom of their shoe.

But through their anger, I see the underlying curiosity. I see the Beta, standing there, scruffed and confused.

My mate walks around me before stopping in front of me. He noses my cheek before going into the pack house.

I go to stand up, only to be growled at by the warrior wolves. So I sit, motionless as they stare at me.

I look to the Beta, only to find him looking away in pity. I huff.

A man walks out of the pack house. He shuffles in a quick pace towards me. His white coat ruffles as he hobbles. A man emerges from behind the doctor and my heart stops.

The gorgeous man stands at 6'4, his lean frame taunt with muscles. Dark brown hair shields his golden eyes. My heart thunders in my chest. My mate's sharp eyes glow under hooded eyebrows. With a strong jawline, high cheekbones, straight nose and full lips he seems to be the epitome of perfection.

The doctor pauses in front of me. My body's so injured that I can't even move as I stare warily up at the old man. He crouches down in front of me. In uncertainty, I glance at my mate. He smiles reassuringly and my eyes slide back to the doctor.

"It's ok, I'm just going to see how bad your wounds are." I purse my lips but nod anyway. Despite my mate's approval, I still don't trust the doctor.

He hovers over me observing.

"Scratches on wrists.

Deep claw wounds on shoulder.

Sliced foot.

Several bruises on the body.

Minor scratches on face."

He notes down his list before gazing at me over his glasses. "Anything else I need to know about?"

I nod hesitantly, before lifting my shirt to reveal a deep purple bruise on my side. My mate growls as the doctors smiling lips tighten into a line. I notice the Beta grimace.

"Broken ribs. That's going to take some time to heal." He whispers as I cover my exposed stomach.

The doctor addresses the Alpha, "All in all, her wounds aren't that bad. We mostly need to focus on her shoulder and ribs." My mate relaxes ever so slightly.

The doctor turns back to me. "There is just one more thing I need to do." He trails off, his hand reaching into his pocket. I watch curiously confused as his arm tenses once he grabs ahold of something.

The doctor looks to my mate for confirmation to which he nods. My eyebrow furrow and I open my mouth to ask, but my question dies on my lips.

I was stunned when the old doctor hand flashed out of his pocket. Too shocked at what was going on to react to the syringe being plunged into my thigh, and the continents being pushed into my blood.

I yelp, scrambling backwards. "What the heck is that?!" I yell in alarm. "What the hell did you do!?" My eyes cut daggers at the doctor before they slide to my mate.

"It's a Sedative." The doctor says calmly.

"A Sedative!?" I cry loudly. Panic floods my system. My canines elongate and I growl as I try to shift. Blackness creeps into the edges of my vision. My muscles in my body slacken, and I fight to stay upright. My eyelids droop.

I feel myself being dragged into a void of sleep.

The last thing I see before I'm consumed be the Sedative is my mates, smirking gold eyes.