Chapter 7 Distraction

• Xavier's Pov.
• “Don't test me,” I growled.
• “Or you'll kill me?” she continued, and then her tone changed into a whisper, “Go ahead, kill me and end this for the both of us; I'm sure you're tired of being mated to me like I am too.” She retorted.
• I could hear the double meaning in her words; my glare intensified, and my grip went tighter around her throat. A consequence of my growing irritation and a warning that she should have respected.
• It wasn't supposed to be this way, and she wasn't the Luna this pack deserved. She was a low life, a rogue who wanted nothing more than to destroy and dismantle.
• “You're not going to kill me.” She said with too much confidence for my liking.
• What the hell? I asked myself as I stared at her.
• The atmosphere changed between us, and suddenly, the room belonged to no one else but us. The heat passing between us was almost suffocating as we stood locked in a silent battle of wills.
• Snapping, I growled and pushed her away as I assessed her with a newfound intensity before ripping my gaze away from hers. She was a menace, and it felt like she was out to get me, and the fucked up part was that it was getting to me, and nothing got to me, but this damned woman with eyes like an ocean was fucking getting under my skin, and it hasn't even been up to two weeks since I laid my eyes on her.
• Precisely, it has been a week, ten hours, fifty minutes, and thirty-nine seconds.
• She was fucking with me good, and she knew it.
• My resistance to this fucking rouge was wearing thin, and I hated that. I hated that I was even affected by her in the first place.
• I shouldn't want her, and I couldn't.
• The dance between the predator and prey changed, and I found myself drawn to the mystery that she was; I suddenly wanted to know what was behind all those softness; she was so fucking soft that eight was trying my hardest not to go back to touching her. My mind was racing, and I was trying to decipher what I would do with this woman that was fated to me for the rest of my life.
• “Who sent you here, and who are you working for?” I decided to ask again since I was sure that all rogues always had an agenda, and the rogue king had connections with all of them.
• She seemed to be unbothered by the tension in the room because she just stood there, unfazed and defiant.
• Fucking typical, her eyes shone with determination as if she was daring me to make her talk; what the fuck was this woman? She was baiting me, willing to push me over the edge, and I wasn't going to let her do that. I was not going to fall into her trap.
• “I'm going to ask you one more time,e rogue, who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing on my lands?” I put out one more time.
• “I'm getting tired of your question, my king. It's not my fault that you're insecure about rogues; it's been a week that I've been here now, and you're just bringing this up now?” She said with a bored expression on her face, and I ignored the jolt of excitement that coursed through me as she mentioned my title. My mind tried to venture to an image of her on her back and me buried inside her, but I kept my mind on track.
• I heard the growl my wolf was making, but I turned him out, not ready to deal with him at this point.
• Focused.
• “You think the fact that it's been a week makes it better? Do you know how much it causes panic amongst my people that rogues have hit the pack?” I snarled as I charged forward and gripped her chin.
• “If you're not going to kill me, just do whatever you want with me; dump me in your dungeons, maybe?” She said. My wolf wanted to mark her, hell, I wanted to, but she was a rogue, and she needed to answer my question.
• For all I know, she could be working with the fucking rogue King, and I was here fantasizing about what I would do, the things I would love to do to her fucking titties that bounced with every movement she made.
• She had such great titties, they were so big, and the thought of how I would love to run my tongue across those peaked buds of hers was driving me insane.
• Focus, you motherfucker.
• I called myself to order.
• She could be working with the rogue king.
• The Rogue King.
• Leader of the rogues and a betrayer to all the wolf colonies aimed to dismantle the pack system. He revealed in chaos and disorder; he only aimed to destroy and disappear into the ghost of the night. The bastard was ruthless, his desire for power and territory leading him to my pack eight years ago.
• The fight was brutal, and it resulted in his cunning attempt to end my father. It was injecting him with a silver-laced poison that led him to be paralyzed and severed his connection with his wolf.
• This one woman threatened the peace I was trying to maintain in this pack; she was the enemy. I had to keep reminding myself of that; I must not forget. No rogue on earth could be trusted; they were fucking ruthless and brutal to the core. Not to mention the fact that they were unorganized and not disciplined, and they were not fucking loyal.
• The Luna of my pack could not be disloyal, who went against everything I believed in.
• All they sought was death and destruction. Rogues often tried to attack my pack, but my men were strong, and we haven't had a rogue breach in years now. Decades, I would dare say.
• Not since the Rogue King.
• It was like we were a beacon for trouble - for Rouges, to be precise. The last time they did, it cost my family everything, and as if now, I wasn't about to let a rogue slip through my fingers without having investigated them thoroughly. Even if they were studied, they were still under strict supervision, and I didn't care if the rogue was my mate or not.
• “But she's our mate.” my wolf said, and I ignored him.
• I didn't want to think about the fact that she was our mate.
• I had to stay focused; I couldn't let a rogue make me lose the gu
• ard I had built up for years.
• Even if it was this soft-looking woman.