Being edited***Heir to the Royal Bloodline Pack, Arabella is destined to rule over thousands and thousands of werewolves.
On the day she turned 18, everything was supposed to lock in place. The traditional ball would be held where all Alphas and Bet...
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(A/n when you haven't slept in days Bc everything major happens in the middle of the night.)
Xander
"Okay, so how I see it we have 3 options. My sister and I have been hitting the books to try and figure out how to make this bond work." Aaron, the brother, smiled warmly at me. Just like my wolf, he was rubbing off on me and I was actually starting to like him and definitely trusted him more that Roman.
We'll do anything. My wolf said eagerly inside of me.
"I'll do anything," I said aloud, agreeing with my soft beast. I could see our answer made our mate feel better. The stress lines between her brows softened a bit at my words, but she still sat up straight, twiddling her thumbs and purposefully ignoring my stare.
Her soft pink lips parted as she said, "We realize our positions are a bit difficult. As I am royalty and you are..."
My heart dropped for a split second. I had irrationally said I was already a king, but that was to shut Roman up, and, as I suspected, he was too dumb to connect the dots. But I'm not sure if even Arabella could control this "head guard" if he knew his greatest enemy was sitting beside him.
Aaron and my Arabella exchanged a glance, probably thinking the same. I chuckled, forgetting that Aaron must also know.
I also managed to spare a glance towards Roman, who seemed either confused at the pause or was just scrunching his nose in disgust at my "nature".
"... a rogue." My mate finished carefully, allowing me to relax. She didn't reveal me, but I was also still being labeled as a rogue. To them, I was. But I had a pack, a family, of which they refused to recognize. And just like that, as the label was slapped onto me, the humanity was stripped and I was categorized under trash.
"Yes. And?" I said with the least amount of annoyance as possible, not wanting to hurt her even if I was deeply aggrivated. Although I was sick and tired of everyone bad mouthing me and my people, I knew my mate was fed propaganda her whole life. And that wasn't her fault.
She sat across from me, lips slowly deepening her frown.
Her brother was the one to respond.
"And our laws have strict rules about rogues. You could initiate into our pack--"
"That can't happen." I immediately said, folding my arms and sighing back into the soft sofa.
Beside me, Roman sarcastically laughed, his stature still stiff. "Thought you said you'd do anything."
"I have rules I go by, too. Ones that can't be easily changed." I say carefully, scanning the room for reactions. Aaron nods as if he expected my answer, while Arabella purses her lips in concentration. Or was that stress? Regardless, I suddenly felt an intense pull to wrap her in my arms and take all the worry away.
