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 am laying on the bed, softly heaving and shuddering as cold air hits my naked body. With my head resting on the pillow, my dilated pupils continue to stare at the ceiling while feeling soft sparks erupt on my chest as my mate squeezes one of the twins.


"A-Alex...", I murmur as his lips latch onto another spot on my neck, placing a dark blue hickey on my pale skin. By this point, I'm not sure if there even is any space left for more. My core pulsed with the aftershocks.


The male moves up, hovering over me while holding onto one of my wrists. My eyes flicker to his leaden ones as he smirks and latches his lips to the skin above my bruised wrist, leaving another mark.


With that, he lets go off my wrist and my hand falls to my side, my muscles too tired to hold even tiniest of the weight up. Feeling satisfied with how he had painted my flesh with marks, the rogue simply lays beside me, pulling me into his warm embrace.


Chapter 42 Dark Blue Marks