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&quot;You&#039;re marked by another,&quot; he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck.<br /> &quot;So what? I&#039;m a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours.&quot;<br /> &quot;What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can&#039;t stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder.&quot;<br /> My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief ... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, &quot;y-you can&#039;t do that!&quot;<br /> He raised an eyebrow, &quot;Oh? Are you gonna stop me?&quot;<br /> &quot;My mate would kill you!&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;M YOUR MATE! There isn&#039;t a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your illegitimate child. You should be worried about what I&#039;ll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!&quot;<br /> I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. &quot;who are you?&quot;<br /> The man&#039;s lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, &quot;I&#039;m the part of your soul that you chose to forsake.&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> I watched the blank expression he wore as he spoke with my father about our wedding arrangements.<br /> The Rogue King.<br /> That was his name.<br /> He was known for his tyranny and brutal methods, slaying anyone who ridiculed him and destroying any pack that bared their fangs at him.<br /> When his existence first came to be known to the world, everyone cursed and ridiculed him.<br /> They said he wasn&#039;t powerful enough to create a pack from a scattered bunch of criminals, madmen and refugees, yet he did.<br /> They said he wasn&#039;t capable enough to claim any territory for himself, yet he did.<br /> They said no wild man could ever gain acknowledgement from the world, yet he did.<br /> He was well known across the Continent.<br /> A feral man, raised by actual wolves instead of werewolves, abandoned by his parents at the age of 3, forced to reside in his wolf form for many years until he was an adult. He rose up from the shadows and became a beacon of hope for lone wolves without a pack.<br /> He was uncultured, dominant and ruthless yet his reign was easily solidified. After settling down into the werewolf world, he taught himself to talk like everyone else, read like everyone else and despite mixing into the packs in the surroundings, he looked down on their culture and instead created one of his own.<br /> Throughout this entire process, the Alpha King gave no commentary on these actions.<br /> His pack started out as a small group until it expanded and became what was known today as the Shadow Rogue pack. They were a group of people who acted more wolf than human. They went on instinct without thought and yet because of that it has made them successful in many of their battles.<br /> Their culture wasn&#039;t something I was fond of. They didn&#039;t care about their soulmates, they simply marked whoever they wanted and adapted the notion of choice mates.<br /> The Shadow Rogue pack became known as the third largest pack across the Continent, coming up closely behind the Everest pack and The Divine Alpha Kingdom, who housed the Alpha King, ruler of all werewolves.<br /> Now, where did I fit into the picture?<br /> Many packs feared yet revered the Shadow Rogue pack, so when they heard that the Alpha was looking for a mate in which to produce a heir, many Alphas or lower ranked parents offered up their daughters to the Rogue Alpha in exchange for more power and wealth. The unfortunate daughter who was chosen simply ended up being me. My father offered and he chose me. Sadly enough, there wasn&#039;t anything I could do about it but agree to follow what my father wanted and marry the dude.<br /> My father&#039;s pack was one of the smallest packs on the Continent, so my father came up with the perfect idea to unite our pack with the Alpha&#039;s so we could gain a higher status. He never really cared about what his daughter wanted, like perhaps I was hoping to search for and marry my actual mate or perhaps I was hoping to travel the world and discover new things but alas, even if I voiced my opinions, his decision wouldn&#039;t change. He just wanted the power that came behind being a member of the Shadow Rogue pack, giving up his only daughter to get it. There was no solution to this as I had no choice in the matter. I was trapped; I was always trapped.<br /> I watched as my father laughed and curried favor with the Rogue Alpha for quite a while before they finally parted ways. My father then began walking towards me, who stood peeking at the foyer entrance. My future &#039;husband and mate&#039; barely spared me a glance as he left our pack house.<br /> Father grinned at me in excitement and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, &quot;Everything is set. The venue, menu and the documents to merge both packs. Your dress has been picked and our packs have been notified.&quot; he said excitedly, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.<br /> I reflexively shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and frowned, shaking my black curls hesitantly.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t want to get married papa.&quot;<br /> Father&#039;s smile faltered and he sighed irately, trying his best to be coaxing. &quot;We&#039;ve been over this, Starr. You getting married to Alpha Zion will bring fortune to our pack. There&#039;s no time for your petty complaints. Don&#039;t be selfish. You know out of everyone here, I&#039;ll be the one who&#039;ll suffer having to part with you the most. So stop complaining otherwise I&#039;ll be forced to punish you, alright?&quot;<br /> I adverted my eyes and pursed my lips. In response, father grabbed a tight hold of my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. His sharp nails slightly elongated and dug into my soft flesh, causing me to wince in pain.<br /> &quot;Yes papa.&quot; my voice was a soft murmur yet he managed to hear it.<br /> He released my jaw and placed a peck on my forehead. I resisted the urge to flinch away from his touch and instead kept my gaze rooted unto the white tiled floors of our pack&#039;s living room. There was no one around, as instructed by father.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t look so depressed sugar. You know I love you, don&#039;t you?&quot; he cooed, wiping a traitor tear that fell down my cheek.<br /> I gulped down my disgust and nodded. I knew he loved me, but not in the way a father loves a daughter. My mother, his mate died giving birth to me. The pack members said that after my mother died my father was never the same again. That was, until my 8th birthday when he finally noticed that I was turning into an exact replica of my mother. That was the day he started loving me and the day my tormenting began. Sometimes I cursed my mother for leaving me here with him.<br /> &quot;Let&#039;s go,&quot; he grabbed a hold of my hand and forcefully pulled me up the many stairs and towards his bedroom.<br /> Once we entered his room, he closed the door and locked it before turning around to face me with an all too familiar look in his eyes. I shivered in disgust as my fear manifested. My skin began to crawl.<br /> He smiled gently, &quot;take off your clothes.&quot; he ordered softly but the challenge in his eyes were clear. Defy him and he&#039;d do it himself, but he wouldn&#039;t be gentle. I learned my lesson a long time ago.<br /> So with glossy eyes and trembling lips I slowly took off my clothes, one by one, from my summer dress to my underwear, I stripped myself undressed in front of my father.<br /> He did nothing but stood there and watched me with a blank expression on his face, his stare trained on my body as his eyes darkened slightly. The whole pack knew what their Alpha did and yet they couldn&#039;t do anything about it simply because he was their Alpha. They couldn&#039;t even talk about it to anyone outside the pack. It was impossible to go against an Alpha&#039;s order.<br /> The tears slowly started falling from my eyes. The little droplets soon poured down full force and yet no sound left my mouth. I knew better than to make a sound.<br /> Father stalked towards me slowly, his eyes showed his excitement while mine showed utter terror of what was to come.<br /> I closed my eyes as I felt his hands roam over my chest and traveled downwards before coming back up again. I yelped when he grabbed a tight hold of my breasts before whimpering in pain. Father groaned out loudly as his eyes devoured my body.<br /> &quot;Alpha Zion would definitely love your body.&quot; father muttered softly before he chuckled, &quot;Let&#039;s just hope he doesn&#039;t break you first. Maybe you being a virgin was the reason he really picked you to marry? It&#039;s a good thing I never took it away, right?&quot;<br /> I nodded my head quickly and sniffed, raising a hand to wipe my tears. Father&#039;s eyes narrowed.<br /> &quot;Why are you crying? Did I give you something to cry about? Do you want a repeat of what we did last week with the leather strap?&quot; He threatened harshly causing me to flinch away from him. &quot;Now get down on your knees.&quot; he ordered as he immediately began unbuckling his belt and the button of his jeans before pulling both his jeans and underwear down.<br /> A sob got trapped in my throat as I knelt down, my shoulders shaking slightly as I silently cried, my eyes round and fearful.<br /> Perhaps getting married would actually be a good thing. To get me away from my father. I found myself for the first time wishing my wedding day could come sooner.<br /> Two weeks later<br /> I stared into the mirror blankly and looked myself over, my lips curling in disgust. What my father chose as a dress was barely even called a dress. However, it was based on the style of clothing that Alpha Zion’s pack women wore regularly for their mating ceremonies. Just gazing at my little helper that the Alpha assigned to me made me realize that clothing wasn’t a necessity for them.<br /> The woman wore a translucent black, lacy skirt that trickled down to her ankles and a tight fitting crop top. When I first saw her, my first expression was one of genuine surprise. To walk around like that? I couldn’t imagine. Luckily for my eyes though, the woman was at least wearing underwear beneath the skirt, though I doubted it helped much.<br /> To my dismay, I was forced into a white translucent, lacy skirt with floral patterns that spiraled down past my ankles and left a slight trail behind me. Luckily, starting from my mid thigh to my hips, the white became thicker to the point where it was difficult to see anything beneath it. There were slits running up the sides of the skirt, showing off my freshly waxed legs and the very high heels they forced me into. My top was a long sleeved white crop top, and was made out of silk with a floral lace pattern trailing along the outside. I couldn’t deny that the overall outfit was beautiful.<br /> My little helper fixed my curls into a neat bun and sprinkled white flower petals around it before placing the wedding veil on. My makeup was light and natural, with just a bit of gloss decorating my lips.<br /> All in all, I looked beautiful, there was no denying that.<br /> “Luna,” my little helper called out, poking her head through the door.<br /> I looked over my shoulder and gave a small smile, “Yes?”<br /> The lady returned the smile, her eyes dancing with excitement for her Alpha’s upcoming mating.<br /> “It’s time. Your father is waiting for you outside.” she replied.<br /> I nodded my head and turned back to face the floor length mirror. “Give me a moment please,” I muttered, glancing down at myself again. The outfit was at least comfortable.<br /> The girl hesitated slightly before giving a nod and closing the door behind her.<br /> I sighed sadly and frowned. I weighed all of my choices in my mind and realized that the only realistic choice I did have was to go through with this marriage that didn’t involve my true mate.<br /> The only thing I could do was look on the bright side.<br /> 1. I would be getting rid of my repulsive father.<br /> 2. I would be ruling a pack of my own.<br /> 3. I would have a husband and family to look out for me.<br /> 4. I would finally be free of my father.<br /> Those pros alone gave me enough courage to walk towards the door with a smile plastered on my face. However, when I opened the door and connected gaze with my father, the courage immediately left me as my body automatically shrunk in on itself. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor.<br /> My father chuckled and grabbed my hand, slipping it through his before he began leading me towards the ceremony.<br /> “I’m gonna miss you, you know?” he mused, pulling me closer to his side as we walked, yet I remained silent and stared at the glass doors up ahead, “This merge between packs couldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. It was a necessary decision, however, it doesn’t mean I won’t miss our late nights together.”<br /> I shivered as I thought back to last night when he had me bent over his office desk as he enjoyed his ‘parting gift’ from me.<br /> When we arrived at the doors, father stopped and turned to me with a smile on his face.<br /> “Unfortunately I won’t be walking you down the aisle today. According to Alpha Zion, their pack’s ceremony is different from ours. This is as far as I go,” he reached a hand up to caress my cheek as he frowned, “You look so much like your mother... Are you ready?”<br /> When I nodded he turned, and opened the door, gesturing for me to slip through. I stepped through the door and stumbled slightly due to my bubbling nervousness. Luckily, I caught my footing in time and looked around the area.<br /> You could barely see the beginning of the forest due to the amount of people gathered.<br /> The moon illuminated the entire clearing, a sign that the goddess was watching over us. The whole area was packed with people as they stood talking among each other. You could easily tell the difference between both packs. Those from Zion’s pack wore barely any clothing. The women were all in translucent skirts of all colors, the black ones didn’t reveal much though, they wore either crop tops or tank tops with their hair loose or falling down their backs. The males wore black trousers and nothing more, their chest left exposed, showing off their pack mark. Now, my pack was dressed in formal wear, from dresses to suits, with a few wearing casual jeans and a shirt. You could see the curiosity and bafflement in my pack’s eyes as they eyed the other people that they were about to merge with.<br /> It was when they heard the door open did they all turn their attention to me and stared.<br /> I gulped and straightened up, raising my head and staring straight forward, avoiding meeting any of the wandering eyes. I left my face blank of any emotion, or so I thought but it was quite clear that I was nervous. I was going to be a leader now, and these people would all look up to me for guidance. How could I not be nervous? However, I had to be brave and strong for these people.<br /> I met the dull gray eyes of my husband as a soft melody began playing in the background. His face showed no emotions. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking and it slightly worried me.<br /> I took a deep breath and slowly stepped towards my future. Everyone stared at me with judgmental eyes as I passed by but I chose to keep my eyes on the dark haired man at the end of the pathway, standing under a large oak tree, dressed in nothing but black trousers. His chest was exposed for all to see, the markings of his pack imprinted on him. They were beautifully carved into his skin with elegant swirls and intricate lines that all connected to the cursive ‘S’ in the middle.<br /> Our eyes met, and I was forced to resist the urge to cower. His wolf was right at the surface, staring through the man’s eyes at me. His gaze was unnerving and calculating as I watched his wolf that was sitting down in a relaxed manner, eyes calmly appraising me from top to bottom.<br /> I held onto his gaze as I approached him, careful not to trip over my own feet as I walked. I was never comfortable in heels, I had two K feet that didn’t understand the meaning of grace and balance.<br /> Once I stopped beside him, I made sure to keep my gaze lowered as we both turned to the wedding official.<br /> **********<br /> I stared into the glowing pools of mercury in fright. The wolf watching me intensely through Zion’s eyes. I resisted the urge to shiver, fear implanting itself so deep inside of me that I found myself trembling slightly. I took in a deep breath as the wedding official began his long speech about the goddess and her blessings.<br /> My thoughts drifted off into the future, thinking of all the advantages I would have of finally freeing myself from father’s grasp. After today, I didn’t have to walk around and watch as the pack threw me pitied and sympathetic stares, nor did I have to succumb to my abuse anymore.<br /> I was snapped from my thoughts when the official asked Zion to repeat after him. I stared into his eyes as he did the same, but as I searched for any sign of emotion in either him or his wolf, I found none. Not even a single drop of excitement or anxiety. It was like he was there but he wasn’t really there.<br /> My lips pulled down into a frown.<br /> “I, Zion, take you Starr, to be my mate, my friend, my home and my life to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”<br /> His voice was low and deep yet it carried itself around the clearing for all to hear. I took in a deep breath and hesitantly repeated what he said.<br /> “I, Starr, take you Zion, to be my mate, my friend, my home and my life to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worst, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”<br /> My voice shook as I spoke, my nervousness clear to the people closest to me.<br /> Zion’s eyes narrowed in on me slightly as he noticed the slight tremor in my voice. I resisted the urge to flinch under his cold gaze.<br /> “Give me your hands.” Demanded the official as he pulled a piece of red ribbon from his pocket.<br /> I lowered my gaze from Zion and hesitantly placed my hand in front of me. After Zion placed his hand in front of him, the official took a very sharp, knife off of the table beside him and gave it to Zion.<br /> Zion took it and sliced it across his palm, not flinching or showing any emotion to say that he was hurt. He then handed it to me, who stared at the knife with troubled eyes before I glanced over at Zion’s bleeding palm.<br /> My heart immediately began to race as I hesitated. This was it. After this, there was no going back. Did I really have no choice?<br /> I immediately shook my head, too afraid to take the final step to seal the deal. As I took a step back, Zion growled in annoyance and pulled the knife from my grip, quickly grabbing my hand and forcefully slicing my palm. I whimpered and flinched away, clutching my hand to my chest before quickly removing it when I noticed blood starting to flow down my arm.<br /> The official shot me a pitied look before gesturing towards our hands, “Join your palms together.” he instructed.<br /> I faced my hand forward and connected it to Zion’s. The official quickly wrapped the red ribbon around our hands, keeping them joined before stepping back.<br /> “It’s time.” he nodded at us.<br /> It’s time.<br /> I had no choice.<br /> I took in a deep breath and stared into Zion’s glowing eyes. Together, we recited.<br /> “With this ribbon, I bind us together. I give you my heart, my soul and my mind. I promise from this day forward, you shall not walk alone, may my heart be your shelter and my arms your home. I accept you, Zion(Starr) as my soulmate and my life long partner. May our love forever bloom.”<br /> I gasped.<br /> My insides twisted.<br /> My heart shattered and rebuilt itself.<br /> My hand that was connected to Zion tingled.<br /> First, it was just a slight shock but then it turned into bolts of electricity shooting from my finger, throughout my entire body. It was a pleasurable feeling and left me trembling.<br /> My wolf howled out in acceptance as we felt the bond connecting. It was like two magnets coming together as one. I felt the link between us entwining along with the links of his pack and mine. I stared into his eyes and was surprised to finally see emotion in them. Lust, shock and excitement.<br /> Everything began shifting into place.<br /> I was finally free from my torment.<br /> Everything was going to be okay.<br /> Was what I thought.<br /> The moon’s radiance reflected down on us, casting a glow throughout the clearing as music played softly in the background.<br /> The wedding was over, I was mated but now I had to stay and enjoy my mating reception.<br /> I sat on a small stage, in the middle of the clearing. It had two chair like thrones sitting upon it, one big and the other slightly smaller. I resided in the small throne next to Zion, both of us looking out at the scene before us.<br /> Zion haven’t spoken a word to me once since our ceremony ended. He seemed to be caught up in his own little world, yet I noticed how he scanned the clearing every few seconds, as if waiting for someone or something to jump out and attack us.<br /> He wore a blank expression on his face as usual, his lips pulled into a straight line. He didn’t seem affected by what was going on down below them but I, on the other hand, was absolutely stupefied.<br /> My eyes were wide open, along with my mouth, an expression I knew was going to be my new friend.<br /> Mostly everyone from my father’s pack decided against dancing, not wanting to get involved with Zion’s pack that already took up most of the dance floor. They chose to stand on the sidelines, the same expression as me as they all watched the way Zion’s pack enjoyed themselves.<br /> Women and men, joined together, practically dry humping and gyrating against each other. Surprisingly enough, there was even a few couples going at it in public. The woman’s skirt hiked up around her waist and the man’s pants slightly lowered as both of them matched the beat of the song.<br /> You could even slightly hear their groans that filled the air. It looked like anybody was going with anybody at that point.<br /> I was positive that my face was an ugly shade of red mixed with green. I bottled my uneasiness and instead settled on shifting my gaze towards the cluster of trees nearby.<br /> After an hour of ‘dancing’ and Zion still not saying or doing anything, I was just about tired and began dozing off when suddenly, Zion stood up from his seat.<br /> Everyone quietened immediately, turning to give him their full attention. I caught myself and quickly scrambled from my seat to stand beside him. I glanced at him in surprise when his arms immediately came to wrap around my waist.<br /> “I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming out today to celebrate the union between my beautiful mate and I,” he said. The crowd buzzed with activity as everyone began clapping and murmurs filled the air.<br /> Zion raised a hand, silencing everyone before continuing.<br /> “As you all may know, my pack is not your typical everyday pack. We’ve established our own rules and culture that we swore to live by,” murmurs of agreement swept through the crowd, mostly coming from my pack, “we give our wolves as much freedom as they wish but not too much to allow them to take over. We are creatures of the forest. We should be free to follow our instincts as much as we want without thinking of the consequences. This is what my pack, the shadow rogue pack stands for. We strive for freedom in our true forms!”<br /> Zion’s pack cheered.<br /> I glanced across the clearing at my father, who was leant against the open bar with a woman sticking off of his arm. I shivered slightly as our eyes clashed. I quickly looked away.<br /> “We all know that us wolves love a challenge. We love a good hunt. In regards to this, our pack has a specific wedding tradition that aspires to bring people together to help increase our numbers within the pack and to help us grow. This tradition is for all unmated males to prove that they are worthy of the title ‘men of the household’. It is also for the newly mated male to prove that he is worthy of his mate,” I glanced at him curiously, “We call it the mating hunt. Every unmated female from the age of 18-40 are sent out into the woods along with the newly mated female to avoid capture by us males. The females are given a 5 minute head start before we males chase.”<br /> My brows shot up in confusion as this was the first time I’ve ever heard of a tradition like this. What really was the purpose?<br /> “Once a male captures a female, he decides whatever he wants to do with her. He could either do nothing to her, pleasure her or mate and mark her.”<br /> At that, outraged shouts broke out from my pack members as they clutched their loved ones and voiced out their disagreements. Unlike Zion’s pack, my pack treasured mates and never encouraged choice mates. That only happened to persons who lost their mates or were rejected.<br /> The males in Zion’s pack looked way too excited for this ridiculous hunt. There was a predatory glint in their eyes as they eyed the women around them.<br /> I resisted the urge to argue along with my pack and kept my mouth sealed shut. I didn’t want to get on Zion’s bad side just after we got married.<br /> “Silence,” his voice boomed around the clearing powerfully, causing many to cower at the sheer force of his dominance while I shivered in pleasure. My wolf purred in my mind as she drank in her new mate’s dominance.<br /> He definitely reclaimed the attention as everyone turned to stare at him, their expressions switching constantly. Some was enjoying this while others were repulsed at it, including me.<br /> “The newly mated female will be the first one to enter the woods, leading the other females in before they split up and go their separate ways. Males, this is to test your hunting skills. To prove to your Alpha that you can find your prey and take it. Don’t disappoint me.” He pulled me closely to his side and buried his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. He tightened his grip a little too tight and caused me to wince in pain.<br /> “Run as fast as you can little one because once I catch you, I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied,” he whispered into my ear, gently nibbling on my earlobe.<br /> My eyes widened as I gulped nervously.<br /> “What if I don’t want to mate?” I whispered cautiously, not yet ready to lose my first time. It was the one thing my father never took from me.<br /> He chuckled, the sound inflicting nervousness and anxiety throughout my body.<br /> “You seem to think that you have a choice.”

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