Her Rogue

34. ...And the Ex

Writer's note:

This chapter is dedicated to @geenai! 

Thank you so much for your very nice words in the last chapter! You gave me so much joy that I worked on this chapter as fast as I could today for you to have part 2 of chapter 33!

I hope you like it! I sure loved writing it! Take care and be safe!

~Maryam Crystal

Now back to the story...

. . . 

"YOU FOUND YOUR MATE?!"

"You slept with this limp-dick?" 

They both scream in my face, one trying to escape my hard grip around his wrist and the other getting up from the ground. 

They both were very different, one had silver eyes with glorious melanin skin and dark tribal tattoos covering it. The other was what you'd call the golden boy and only if you were paying attention you could see some parts of indigenous Guarani in him around his face, but else, very white European like his father.

I try to open my mouth to try and appease both Alpha-blooded males in the kitchen. But sometimes testosterone does not help, even more, when both Alpha-blooded males start a pissing contest.

"Who are you calling limp-dick, you fucking asshole?" The blond one shouts, already showing his wolf on the surface.

"Well, it is not like I remembered your name as you so curiously kissed my mate in the mouth before presenting yourself!" Malcolm shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"Guys!" I meekly try, already over the whole 'who has it bigger' contest. 

You should try and stop them. Sybilla tells me, making me smile. We both knew this a very pathetic scene, I for one just wanted to leave the kitchen and go to sleep.

Sybilla, as always, trying to go against my wishes, wants to see our mate fight Marcus for our honor. She never really liked Marcus, but he did satisfy her every need in the past, so she let him breathe her air sometimes.

If I wasn't so tired, I think I would've enjoyed the stupid fight, even though it wasn't the best Alpha-leading attitude.

Fuck...

Malcolm is the Alpha too now.

"Mal! Stop this, Marcus is a member of our pack and we don't fight our own," I finally chastise him, which doesn't really work because Marcus talks again, making his situation even worse.

"Yeah and we wouldn't want to see the Alpha get hurt by a simple wolf, don't we?" 

Who told this fucking idiot to speak?

I am with you on this one, Marcus really isn't helping. He is playing with fire.

Then let Malcolm burn him!

Girl... This is why we are in therapy. 

"Oh, you are a funny guy, I see," I hear Malcolm cursing, waking me up from my short conversation with the wolf. "Let's see what else the funny guy can do."

"Stop! You are both acting like pups! Malcolm, calm the fuck down! And Marcus what are you doing here, I thought you wouldn't be back until next winter?" I stand between the two idiots and unblock my wolf to show my anger.