Mated to the Hated [boyxboy]

~ Chapter One ~

A/N~ hey y'all! So I would just like to say, not only am I a pretty bad writer, this is my first werewolf book, and basically my first book I've ever written, so please excuse any errors in my writing, I think I tend to use too many commas & bad grammar. please give me any feedback you can -negative or positive- and if you like it, please vote and comment :). thank you and enjoy :)).

~ Adrian's POV ~

It's been four days since I've eaten, and the last thing I ate was a small bunny. I feel kind of bad for killing small and innocent animals, but it's about all I can catch. I'm kind of weak for a wolf, that's why I'm rogue, my pack kicked me out for being a weakling, when you turn five that's the first time you're supposed to shift, those who can't shift at that time are weak, and drag their pack down.

My pack was trying to become the strongest, they kicked out any child who couldn't shift, and I was one of the unlucky few. Parents had the choice to leave with their child, or stay in their pack, mine chose to stay, so at five years old, I had to leave my pack, without my parents, and unable to shift. I wasn't completely alone for eleven years though, a rogue woman found me about two days after I was kicked out, her name was Stacey, she helped me learn to shift, and hunt.

I'd grown very attached to her the three years she was with me. I even called her mom, but one day while we were hunting a pack of wolves cornered us, and started attacking, I was only eight at the time, and there was nothing I could do, so Stacey told me to run and not look back, so I did. I've been alone ever since, and honestly I have no idea how I'm still alive.

It's not like it's super easy for me to hide, as a white wolf, even if not fully, (I have black tips on my tail, and ears, as well as a gray underbelly, and black on my paws, almost like boots), it's hard to blend in, especially when it's not winter, so I can't hide from much, just run, and I'm not very fast.

Suddenly I got knocked out of thought by a twig snapping in the distance, I sniffed the air hoping to smell my next meal. Instead of that though, I smelt wolves, at least four of them, I contemplated running, but before I could even move I was surrounded, there were only four wolves, I definitely could have ran if I wanted, but I knew there would have only been a five percent chance of survival. So like any weakling, I laid down and accepted my fate.

~ Elijah's POV ~

I was talking with my father when his beta, Dreyke, came in saying: "alpha, there's been a rogue spotted on our territory."

My father smirked and looked at me "ready to kill a rouge, Elijah?" he asks, laughing, to which I reply with an evil sparkle in my eye: "yes father, let's go."

My father, Dreyke, my beta Colton, a pack warrior Bryson, and I all shifted and followed Dreyke towards the rouge. We slowly and quietly crept towards him and once we could smell him, my wolf was whining at me, odd. He didn't even smell like a rogue, he smelt like warm vanilla mixed with roses, it sounds kind of odd but it actually smells amazing.

He looked lost in thought, so my father told me to stay behind, and once they corner him, sneak up behind him, so I did, they cornered him, and he laid down, I snuck up behind him, and said "get up and turn around, rogue." He obliged, and when he turned around, looking at me with his gorgeous green eyes, my wolf said the one word I was praying he wouldn't, 'mate'.