ris_wandi

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

"You're not ready,"  Dad repeats like a mantra made to taunt me. His eyes full of pity and anguish I didn't want.

"B-Because of this!" I spit as I lift my arms up, shoving the bloody limbs were they couldn't ignore. "Because I slipped up once!"

They don't answer but they don't look away either, the pair eyes wet as if they were the ones who were being torn apart.

My heaving chest slows at a gentle pace when I see the way dad grabs his mate's hand, holding onto it tightly as their fingers curl to support one another. He looks away, guilt the primary emotion to be found in his eyes, almost as prominent as his mate's who was still looking at me.

NOT ANGRY, JUST TIRED