Rogue Gone Rogue (No Longer Updated)

"You don't know what someone has been through until you go through it yourself, Alpha Connors." I whispered quietly, my eyes downcast, avoiding his patronizing gaze.
"I wouldn't need to know exactly, I just... Where did you get those scars, sunshine?" He ran four fingers carefully over my face, on my scars. I shivered lightly; it felt amazing. His fingers curled back and he cupped my cheek. I pressed my face into his hand, my wolf fully in control.
"I-I don't... I don't know, Alpha." I responded as quietly as I could, so his temper wouldn't arouse.
It worked.
He leaned down and softly whispered in my ear, sending shudders up and down my spine.
"We'll have to jog your memory, princess."
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Rogue Castle isn't what she sounds to be. She's an Omega, the lowest of the low in a pack, the most pathetic. She must respect everyone, especially if they bully her, physically or verbally. It's usually physical.
This was what she'd been taught her entire life, by her parents, the higher-ups, even the bullies. They beat it into her, of course, but Rogue knew no other life.
Until one day, when Rogue accidentally stood up to the bullies. By accident, of course. And, to prove how unfair her life, her pack is, the Alpha, Alpha Wolf, kicked her out. Stupid name, yes, even worse personality.
Now Rogue was exactly what she was treated as. A rogue. And she had to survive as one. But when she stumbled across a pack after years of being alone and packless, a prankster of sorts, she couldn't believe her luck, and she was curious.
Because her mate was in that pack.
And he was the Alpha.
And as they say, curiosity killed the wolf. And her human.