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In just one night, my life changed a hundred and eighty degrees. My happiness fades with sadness.

That terrible night, I lost my loved ones; Mama, Papa, Pack House.

But before I realized I was alone, Papa introduced me to a man. Someone Papa meant would take care of me. However, there he also left me.

Grow up in solitude. I wouldn't want to know the name of love, mate. Because I am a rogue wolf.

Fated To The Rogue Alpha

"Moving from my personal life to yours," dad starts making me chuckle, "you want to tell me what happened between you and Demon."

"No." I say immediately but he didn't seem shocked or surprised.

"That bad." He comments after whistling. "He peed on your bed?"

"Why is that always your first assumption?" I ask while he laughs.

"Because if he didn't do that, then its not that bad." He says repeating the words he said to us all our lives.

Werewolves were very territorial and to us, the bed was probably our most sacred place. It was where you were most vulnerable after all. To pee on someones bed was probably the quickest way to get yourself killed in any pack.

"He was being Damon." I say in explanation.

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes, I can't figure out the puzzle from a vague clue." He groans making me chuckle. "Did he stab you or something?"

"He just said something really … hurtful." I reveal making his eyes soften.

NO PEE