Mates With A Rouge

Mates With A Rouge

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My name is... The truth is I forgot my name the day I ran away from my pack. I like to go by the name Reagan. I know a bit cliché with me being a rouge and all, but what can I say? I'm a 17 year old girl, with shoulder length brown hair and one blue eye and the other grey. I'm not an ordinary Werewolf though... I have... Abilities. More on that later though. I have been a rouge since I was 9. I remember little about my past. ************ Extract: "That does it!" He yelled. "Oh, have I finally cracked the big bad-" I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw blood. Lots of blood, pouring out of my stomach. I looked up a tiny bit and saw a hand holding a knife. I slowly brought my head up and allowed my face to show. That's when we made eye contact. I felt like my whole world shattered. My multicoloured eyes made contact with his deep chocolate brown orbs. My heart broke when he said the one word that I have been dreading to hear for 8 years. "MATE!" He practically yelled. I was snapped out of my nightmares about my future with this guy when I felt something come up my throat. I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood as it dripped out of my mouth. That's right. I'm about to die. I won't have a future. "If I knew your name I would so reject you." I smirked "but I heard the pain of loosing a mate is worse than the pain of rejection." I slowly let my eyes close. "I always knew I was going to die. But I never knew it would be my mate that killed me." I said all this in a croaky voice. I wasn't scared to die. To be honest, if it wasn't for my white wolf abilities I would have died a couple of years ago in that run in I had with some other rouges. "No, no! Baby, don't give up on me now! Please." He said quickly. If I really tried, I could heal myself now, but where is the fun in that. But then again... Do I want to die?
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WARNING: This novel contains depictions of Rape, Abuse and Violence. Read at your own risk. 18 year old Starr has never had it easy in life. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father turned into a deranged, violating wolf and to top it off she was forced to get married to an Alpha who acts more wolf than human. In this world where the strong reigns surpreme, how was a weak wolf like Starr supposed to survive? Especially with a recessive wolf that rarely interacted with her. Will her tormenting ever be over? 《Short Preview》 "You're marked by another," he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck. Despite the calm his voice carried, my body shuddered at the pressure behind his words and the hidden dangers that laid beneath his gaze. I trembled and averted my eyes with pursed lips, trying my best to be brave. "So what? I'm a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours." His eyes narrowed in on my face as they swirled with reckless abandon. "What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can't stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder." My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, "y-you can't do that!" He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you gonna stop me?" I couldn't help but retort, "My mate would kill you!" His voice heightened as he finally lost his cool and snarled, "I'M YOUR MATE! There isn't a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your bastard. You should be worried about what I'll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!" I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. Then I whispered, "who are you?" The man's lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, "I'm the part of your soul that you chose to forsake."

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