Chapter 1 Always A Rogue

• Ava Morales.
• The glass cup I have in hand fell to the ground as it shattered into pieces. I saw my mate Ethan Stones locking lips with the daughter of Beta Gonzales; her name is Christine Martinez. He wrapped his hand around her, bringing her closer to him.
• "Ethan?" My voice broke.
• They turned to look at me. If expecting a reaction—to look bewildered, to show an ounce of fear, or to say that they were caught red-handed—but I received nothing, more like my presence didn't even matter to any of them.
• Ethan Stones stared at me, his gaze was void of any emotion. "Meet Christine, of whom I presume you already know her name. I want to inform you that she'll be the woman I'll crown as Luna."
• "Then what about me? What would happen to me?" My voice quivered, my fist tightly clenched, as I asked rhetorically. Glistening tears gathered in my eyes.
• He stood up and walked up to me; his gaze was so intense as he stared at me.
• "You will be living with the healers from now on; I'll have thrown you out as the rogue that you are, but I know you are very useful when it comes to the arts of healing and providing cures for rare diseases," he said as he turned back to Christine. He held her hand as he managed to kiss her once again. I felt my throat burn, and the tears I had been trying to hold back slowly found their way down my cheeks.
• I politely turned to look at Christine. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Christine, I'd like to have some time alone with him if you don't mind. I'll be grateful if we can talk privately.".
• Her hands balled up into a fist, and she gritted her teeth, standing up as she walked up to me. "No, I'm not going anywhere; whatever you have to say, you can say it here. Right in front of me."
• I turned to look at Ethan and said, "Whenever I'm talking about something very sensitive, I require some privacy " When I said that, I felt a tight slap on my cheeks. My cheeks burned when I felt the sharp pain; it was Christine who just slapped me.
• I balled my hand into a tight fist, more tears trailed down my cheeks, and I ran out of the room. I can't take the humiliation anymore. When I was a bit distant I felt a strong hand, stopping me from moving an inch. It was Ethan he firmly held my wrist as he whispered to my ears.
• "You can't leave this house; you are still mine; my wolf needs you."
• I yanked my hand away from his grasp as I ran to my room. On reaching there, I let more tears slide down my cheeks. I felt like my heart was being pierced by a thousand needles. I can't seem to think straight, and I am trying so hard to forget everything.
• I started smashing the furniture, yelling at the top of my voice.
• I recalled the way I was running as a rogue through the dark and eerie forest. We were always on the run, trying to flee away from lurking danger, because we would be instantly killed whenever wolves perceived the scent of a rogue. We were always trying to survive.
• We looked for every available shelter we could find so we could live there in the meantime, but one by one, my family was killed.
• I was left alone; I became too weak to run; I didn't have the energy to survive. I stayed there, looking at my parents in the pool of blood as I waited to be killed, but Ethan came to me, his eyes having specs of gold in his blue orbs; his hair was damp yet well trimmed; and his biceps were worth drooling for.
• The next word he said was "mate." He touched me. I felt the electric jolts that coursed through our bodies—the connection that clearly says we were destined to be together by the moon goddess.
• He took me to the pack, cleaned me up, and gave me clothes, but never did the one thing I have always thought he would: mark me, claim me as his, and proclaim me as his Luna.
• Now I understand better; it's because he has always seen me as a rogue, and a rogue I shall be in his eyes.
• I smashed more furniture, letting out my pain. I clenched my fist and gritted more teeth. I was wild; my feral instincts of a rogue were coming into play. I am letting my wolf take control because my wolf was growling within me and was also uneasy about seeing our mate with someone else.
• After hours of letting out my frustrations, I decided I had to do the one thing I had already dreaded, which was to flee from this place. So I went to the window. I was about to jump down from the window, only to hear a loud knock coming from the door.
• I was hesitant to open it, but Selina, my wolf, told me to do so.
• I did. I opened the door only to see Ethan standing by it. He briefly scanned the room and shrugged his shoulders as he walked in.
• He turned to look me in the eyes, no ounce of emotion on his face as he said, "Yes, you are just a rogue; there is no way in hell I'll make you my Luna, but remember that you are still mine; you can't leave this place under my watch, so don't even think of escaping." He pursed his lips, letting out a breath.
• "My wolf still needs you to satisfy my carnal desires; the pack still needs you to heal all kinds of ailments." He added.
• I clenched my fist because that's how he had always seen me—as the woman who helped his pack survive—but not a word was uttered. I stared at him, feeling an intense rage that I had never felt before, but my wolf still wished he'd be ours—to claim us and mark us as his—but I knew his mind was made up.
• "Ava, Ava, a patient just arrived; he's bleeding profusely," Nathalie interrupted, she is also a healer who has always helped me with treating the patients, She was panting and sweating while talking to me.
• "Who is he? Because I have given you stern instructions not to accept strangers from other packs for any form of treatment." Alpha Ethan snarled.
• "Is Alpha Micha
• el Vaughn?" Nathalie replied.