With hesitant steps and a kitchen knife in hand, Claire makes her way to the storeroom where the noise came from. The lights in the tiny room were off as usual yet the soft wind hitting her nose tells her that she had forgotten to shut the window. As she walks over to the window, the door shuts close behind her, making her yelp and turn around. She isn't alone. Before she could think of her next move, the brunette is pinned to the wall behind her by a firm grip on her neck.
She couldn't see the face of her attacker but his strong scent of rain mixed with the metallic smell of his blood hits her nostrils. Claire could tell the Rogue is smirking with his face so close to hers and as his grip tightens on her throat, her air supply gets cut short. Her lips quiver only to say one word, "..Mate..."
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Claire Skylar has already turned 27 but didn't find her mate. With her being too weak to protect herself or her family, her parents forced her to be in a live-in relationship with a pack warrior. Another rogue attack at her pack leads her with an unexpected encounter with her destined one, Alex Cooper, a rogue.

Protecting Rogue Mate

I stay seated on the couch with the blanket over me, staring at my mate. Help him? How can I help him when I myself don't know how to fix this, how to fix myself. I carefully voice out my questions and Alex just stares at my body covered by the white fabric.


"What about that cream you used on me?", he asks.


"I told you...", I answer, afraid that my negative answer would only infuriate him, "It doesn't work on bruises like these... It is only for open wounds where it can come in contact with my blood..."


"But there must be a way we could change it, use its ingredients to form something you could either consume or inject into yourself?", the male asks, "Something to nullify the effect of wolfsbane in your system. Also, stop consuming more."


Chapter 17 Calling a Friend