Confessions of a Wanton

31 I wonder what he tastes like...

🎶hurricane : Halsey🎶
Maze:

I wake a little differently than usual. The smell of the house I'm in is foreign, the scent of wolves unknown to me. Closing my eyes I sift through the scents, discerning only two distinct aromas. If I need to escape from here it may be difficult.

I chuckle softly to myself, allowing myself to ease back into the bed. I don't need to escape if Killian sent me here. What a silly thought.

I stretch slightly, noticing I'm not in my usual attire. As in, I'm not sleeping naked. Weird. Peeking under the blanket I see a white shirt and a pair of workout shorts cover me. Someone had to have taken off my ripped clothes from the night before. The scrapes on my arms don't hurt nearly as bad as the ones on my back and chest.

Suddenly, like a hammer hitting an anvil it hits me: where I am and why I'm here; my dazed state snapping to attention.

Slow, Maze, real slow.

I threw off the blanket and placed my feet on the floor ready to rise. Wincing as pain lanced up my feet into my legs.

Stupid rats and their stupid teeth.

For once I'm happy to be in rogue territory. If they hadn't killed me after I passed out last night that must mean they don't mean to kill me now. Or perhaps they only meant to keep me alive so they could torture information out of me later? Fat fucking chance. I'll fucking gut the assholes if they even try to lay a finger on me... well, one will ill intentions I mean. Obviously they've already touched me... wait.

Eyes widening I feel around my lady bits, laying back  , thrusting my hips in the air with a wince, and doing a few keegal squeezes, checking for any recent activity that I'm unaware of.

Nope.

Must not like necrophilia. Phew!

If they are so horrible as I've been told.... Then why the bandages? White linens covered my ankles haphazardly, as if they'd been slapped in in haste. Perhaps, the stories told about the Rogues aren't true. Well at least some of them have to be false. The one about stepping into rogue territory and being killed instantly; obviously false. Not sure why I wasn't as afraid of rogues last night, as I obviously should have been.

Oh yeah. Alpha Critter and his swarm of many teeth.

You'd think Rogues would live on the outskirts of places, and you'd be right. However, Killian's brother (I really need to start thinking of him as Alpha Damien or something without Killian's name in it, word is that they hate each other) made it possible for the rogues to have semi normal lives. He claimed the suburbs as his when Killian had taken over the position that Alpha Damien was born to.

I call Killian, well Killian, because... he only liked me to call him Alpha when we're in 'bed'. Although, come to think of it, we never actually ever made it to a bed. I don't know if it's that way for the rest of the girls but, it had been a weird kink in his already kinked up chain.

I kinda just rolled with it. Floor, desk, wall... you name it it's probably been done.

I don't think Alpha Damien will be like that, but I don't know. I've never met him. Hard to be a worldly lady and know things like that when you've stayed inside pack lines most of your adult life.

Life in Chicago as a kid never really prepared me for the adult Pack life I'd had to adjust to. Charlotte was the only one able to cross over territory lines without issues. Killian probably helped with that. He's always been good at influencing people. Weirdly persuasive in everything.