Hunted by Fate and Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter One

Amalia's Pov: (pronounced: Ah-maw-lee-ah) 

Do you remember those fairytale stories your mother would read to you before bed as a kid? The one where at the end of the story there was always a happily ever after? When the young maiden falls in love with a handsome prince and get married? 

Yeah. 

That 'happily ever after' is what I call bullshit. 

Happiness as I grew older was replaced with depression and sadness. Love for people and things flowered into nonexistent feelings. You can't have love without happiness or happiness without love and when you don't have both, you are simply nothing. 

Because that is exactly what I am and who I am. Nothing. 

I have no more family and no friends. No home, no money, barley enough clothes to just cover my back. I'm cold hearted and selfish and undeserving of any sympathy or compassion. 

I'm a rouge. 

I am nothing. 

I have left my pack many years ago. I am my own person now, having to live by no rules. Each day was a new adventure, filled with all sorts of wonders that left me breathless. The forest was enticing and was definitely not a place to be alone in, but it was my refuge. It offers me shelter from the rain and acts as a shield for me in the presence of danger. It was the one and only thing all wolves have in common; their love, admiration and respect to the peace and life of the forest. 

I have been living on my own for the past 5 years now, ever since I was 14 years old. I belonged to a pack farther down south, near the border that separated the United States from Canada. My life was there amazing, but even just the simple thought about it now is haunting. 

My life as a rouge wasn't ideal and wasn't easy, but it taught me the way of survival. It also taught me an important lesson on how to be a rouge and  not die. 

 1. Do not make yourself visible or noticeable by anyone. Hide your tracks, travel lightly, and do not camp in the same place for more than 2 nights. 

2.  Do not cross onto pack territories if you don't want to be eaten alive. By avoiding packs, you can avoid other rouges. 

3. Never associate with other rouges. 

'Keep moving they are close' my wolf spoke to me, reminding me of the situation we were currently stuck in. 

In the moment, I was on the run..as usual. I am being hunted by a group of deadly rouges, who have been following me for weeks now. I let my guard down once and now they are suddenly right on my ass and it was pissing me off. 

I was a master at hiding my scent, but this certain group of rogues always seems to find me. I am not sure how, considering I clear over 70 miles by foot every day and on top I am changing directions constantly. It was getting very annoying and exhausting. 

This group was big for rouges, having seven wolves in total. It is not normal for rogues to travel in groups, but for some reason I've been seeing that a lot more. Rouges don't travel in groups because its similar to the pack way of life and they don't like that...but for some odd reason more and more of them seem to be joining together. It's all very strange.  

The leader of this group is a fierce and vile creature, who murders both wolves and humans,  just for his own satisfaction. It makes me sick just thinking about it. He was a murderer, the devil himself in my eyes. I may live a similar lifestyle, but I still have the honour of a pack wolf. I only kill for survival and protection, not for my own enjoyment.