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

Nadia hands me a glass of water and I quickly gulp the refreshing liquid down. All the tear shedding had made my throat dry and sore. I look at my friend whose eyes were as red and puffy as mine.


No one said saying goodbyes would be easy. "So...when are you leaving?", the redhead asks.


Putting the glass down, I sigh, "Tomorrow..."


"Tomorrow??", the female gasps, "And you're telling me Now?? You could have also told me when you were about to step OUT of the border!" With a huff, she continues, "Do I mean nothing to you??"


"Nadia...You know it's not true...", I rub the back of her hand, "It just...It is a last moment plan... We decided today that we should leave...and it's all so sudden for me too..."


"You decided just today and are leaving tomorrow?? How are you going to pack so fast??", the redhead gasps and I bite my lower lip, looking down at my hands. Packing... There isn't much to pack.


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