The Alpha and Her Rogue

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This chapter is a tad long. I tried to make it shorter but either way I wrote it, it was long.

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⚠️ WARNING: Explicit language
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Darius

The two women quickly engaged in a scuffle.

My mate throwing fierce punches while the red head threw them back. My wolf growled lowly, not liking the sight of someone harming his mate. Neither did I. Although impressed at how well and fearless she fought, I found myself growing angry at her.

It's these same antics that got us here now.

I run over to my mate, immediately attempting to pry her off of the woman, as her friends did the same.

"Naya, stop it!" I yell, harshly pulling her into me. I hate to be forceful but she left me no choice.

"No, no, fuck that!" Naya shouts, pushing against me.

"You crazy ass bitch!" the red head girl laughs, her tousled hair covering half of her face. A cut from Naya's fist bruised her cracked lips.

"Bitch, fuck you!" Naya shouts, still pushing against me. "Don't you ever think you can fuck what's mine you dirty piece of shit! Learn how to watch your mouth, and your eyes since you seem to have a staring problem too," she growls out.

"Whoa!" I hold her back, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. I know she can be pretty vulgar at times but damn.

The red head laughs again, wiping the trickle of blood from her lip and fixing her hair as she gives Naya one last amused look, then strolls into her cabin. I'm guessing this is ordinary behavior for her.

I huff, taking Naya's arm and pulling her back to our cabin.

"Stupid slut," Naya grumbles. "You wanna know what that bitch said--"

"No--"

"She was outside looking at me with her ugly ass face again so I checked her again!  This time she wanted to get real mouthy with me and decide to push my psycho buttons by saying she'd have you if she wanted! Can you freaking believe that? She said that on purpose, so I'd--"

"Naya!" I cut her off with a very aggravated yell. She frowns at me but shut her rambling mouth nonetheless. "You promised me didn't you?"

"What?"

"You promised you'd get your behavior in check."

"I did, but--"

"I left my pack, without a second thought, for you. I abandoned my role as beta for you. I committed treason for you!" I growl, slamming my fist onto the small wooden dining table, causing her to flinch.

Guilt washed over her face.

"Try harder," I turn and head out of the cabin, ignoring the wave of sadness and tears that took over her.

I'm beyond angry with her. Why does she always have to react that way? She just fought a complete stranger, someone who for what we know could have tried to kill her instead of tussling with her. She doesn't care who she hits.

I understand she can't help the fact that her emotions run wild but as long as she's been receiving help, she has nothing to show for it. Not even something as simple as a breathing technique. She'll only learn to control herself if she tries and she hasn't done that.

I walk to the edge of the woods surrounding the cabins. I strip my clothes, shift, then take off into the woods.

Three days later...