Human

Thirty-Two

"So, what does King James mean exactly?" Bella questioned making Atlas roll his eyes. Of course she would remember this.

"I'm the King of all rogues, Bella." He spoke lowly, not taking his eyes off the road.

She gaped "What does that mean?" He sighed. He forgot she was human. "The rogues are wolves without a pack, the ones who "Don't belong"." He sighed again.

"Everyone thinks rogues are bad, but for centuries my grandfathers and their fathers ruled the rogues and packs never had any rogue problems."He explained further while she listened intently.

"The Rogue pack is, well basically a pack. Back in my land I have over seven thousand rogues and countless amount of land. We are respected by all packs and are even their superiors. Well, I am. Since I am the King. And all high ranks are their superiors but the ordinary wolves aren't." He looked at her and she looked drained.

"Let's go get something to eat, then you can sleep. I'll tell you everything when you wake up." He spoke softly.

She nodded "Okay, but at least tell me your story." He clenched his jaw. He didn't want to think of it, but he had to. For his mate.

"Hey, are you not shaken up with Ethan not being your mate anymore?" She shrugged. "Not really. I felt our bond fade away when Emma showed up. Now answer my question!"

"Well, I was born into the rogue life. I have a younger sister and a brother. My parents died in a car crash when I was sixteen, so I had to take the King position then, at such a young age, with no one to guide me." He gulped "Well I guess that's it." Bella narrowed her eyes.

"There's more to the story Atlas. But I'll wait till you are ready to tell me." She said and went into a deep slumber.

Short.