Rogue (Lesbian Story)

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Skylar's P.O.V.

"Lady problems?" His annoying voice questions and when I don't respond he just keeps speaking. "Yeah, that's why I'm single. Don't need no woman holdin these guns back." Flexing his arms, giving his right muscle a kiss.

"You're an idiot. Why are you here, again?" I ask after his little "gun show" is over. There's a silence as he tries piecing his story together so that it's somewhat believable. After swiping his hand through his hair for the thousandth time he finally speaks.

"You." I scrunch my face in confusion at his statement. Me? What the hell could a no good rouge want with me? We've only met once, that I know of, and yet he's here for me? Big fucking creep.

I turn to walk away and to my own surprise he grabs my arm, snatching me back in his direction. Ripping my forearm free, I cock back and punch him square in the jaw and he flies a few feet back before he hits a tree.

"DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME." I growl out in my alpha tone and, if possible, his body sinks further to the ground as if he were trying to disappear.

"Are you okay, hun?" Havana questions in our link, truly scared for me.

"Yes, baby. I'm fine." I tell her, not wanting her to fear for me.

"Good, because I'm the only one that can hurt you and if that mutt so much as lays a finger on you, he's dead." Her jealous growls made me crave her but I wasn't sure if I should have.

'Does that mean she plans on hurting us?' My wolf questions and I seriously contemplate if she will.

"....is what I mean." Shaking my head, I give my attention back to the mutt.

"What?" I say, honestly having no idea what he said. He slouches, hurt that I ignore him. What's up with this kid?

"I said, I came to speak with you. I didn't mean to sound creepy or anything like that." He says, still cupping his now bruised jaw.

"Well you did, so now I can only view you as that... Weirdo." I say, half joking and his confidence shrinks away some more. "What did you want to speak about and make it snappy. I've got better places to be."

'Why are you listening? He's a waste of space. I mean look at him.' My wolf questions angrily. Annoyed that I'm staying here with a mutt rather than being by our mate.

'If he says something I don't like, I'll leave.'

After reassuring her, she cuts off our link and fades away from my consciousness.

"I want you to be our Alpha." His goofy posture fades and his serious side takes over. "We are rouges, yes, but we are civilized. Our packs didn't understand us and cast us out without a second thought. They thought we were only tools...." He continues speaking but the crazy part is that I'm actually listening. It's like I can feel his pain, like I lived the same experience.

'Because we have you idiot.'

"...They never cared about us, only our powers but now that we are free of their grasp we've come together and we are asking you, Skylar Rose, to lead us." His eyes hold hope and I feel bad for him. What the hell? A second ago I was calling him a mutt but now I have some connection with him? I should leave, no I have to leave but something inside me wills me to stay. My wolf wants to help him, a mutt.

"Why are you asking me?" My voice firm but laced with curiosity. Why doesn't he cower like my pack? Can he not see that I'm a monster?

"You know our pain. You know what it means to be treated like only a weapon; how it feels to be ignored.

We all know that you are strong and we admire you for that. Without you we are wondering wolfs, having nowhere to call home. So please. Lead us."

"You're not afraid?" I press further, waiting to feel some sort of fear rise out of him.

"Would I have risked my life, twice, if I was afraid?"

The sincerity in his voice scares me. He actually meant it. He didn't fear me or my anger. He wanted me for the soul reason that we were alike and in that we would only grow stronger.

My wolf finally awoke, taking over. The rouges stance stiffens, realizing that I no longer have as much control as I once did. He was not talking to not only me, but the Alpha that resided in me as well.

"What's your name?" I ask, wishing to know more about him.

"David Ethan Santiago."

"Well David, I--"

Then their stench hit my nose and her cries fill my head. I snap my head back in the direction of the pack house. Darting back I realize that I was about to except his offer. I was about to give up everything I had without a second thought.

'That's" because we both deserve better than training the runts and doing whatever Eric wants.'

Cutting off our link, I run faster towards the house that is now drowning in the sickening scent of vampires. As I pick up speed, everything fades to a blur and my thoughts are racing as fast as I. How in the hell did they get through the perimeter a-fucking-gain?

My thoughts are cut off when a vamp leaps at me, seizing my neck with her hands and knocking me down. Before her foul teeth can ruin me, I punch her in the jaw, setting her off of her equilibrium. The death grip around my neck loosens and I shake free of her. Without second thought, my hands take hold of her head and jerk up violently, ripping it away from the neck.

Her ,now headless, corpse rushes to the ground. Pushing off the ground, I resume sprinting back to Havana. Without hesitation my wolf shifts and darts for our mate. She better be alright. If they've laid a hand on her I swear I will kill every single one of them. The scent of mangos and pineapples dances into my nose and I finally breathe knowing that she's alright but her cries only grow heavier.

Vampires are sprinkled throughout the packs backyard fighting whatever and whoever they can. Ann fights off two vampires who are threatening her pups as Greg watches her flank. Kota and Scar are dashing here and there, helping out how ever they can. Everyone is here but Barron. Where is he? Did they get to him?

Just then his grey wolf dashes into the clearing and pounces on three unsuspecting vampires with his mate close behind him. My worries subside as I burst through the doors and rush towards her scent. Why is she still inside?

Once I reach her I immediately shield her with my body, not knowing who followed me. Her sobs break my heart and after realizing that no one has followed, I freeze. The stench of death infiltrates my nose.. Along with Melissa's scent. Turning to my mate, I now notice that she's crying over her mothers stiff, pale body, begging for her to come back.

Shifting back, not caring that I'm naked, I hold her quivering figure trying to consume her pain. She thrashes around violently in my hold, shouting for her mom and praying for her dad. His scent hits my nose before he enters the room and I also feel his emptiness.

Eric sprints into the room and goes straight to his dead mates body, cradling her still figure in his arms. His sobs encourage Havana to cry more but I refuse to break. For both of them, I refuse to break. We sit there for an eternity before he speaks.

"Skylar. Get dressed. We have a pack meeting soon. Take Havana with you, for safety." His voice is so calm that it scares me. I don't even hesitate as I scoop up her fragile body and take her to her room.

Once I'm dressed I take Havana's hand and lead her back into the yard where Eric and the rest of the pack waits. There, upon a table, is Melissa's cold body and even in death she still holds unimaginable beauty.

Eric notices but doesn't acknowledge our presence. The pack falls silent, waiting for Eric to compose himself.

After a lifetime of silence, his voices slices through the open night air.

"Who let this happen?" he says, his voice cracking while gesturing to his Melissa.