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

My eyes shot open as I jolt awake and sit up, panting heavily. My hand instinctively goes for the mark I received on my neck. The spot was slightly sore and flesh tender but touching it gives me a sense of security. Glancing around me, I realize I'm in a makeshift bed in a weird tent.


Looking down at myself, I'm in simple rags which are way bigger than my size. "Alex..?", I call out as I try to stand up but stop when I feel high sting in my side and burning sensation in my veins.


Just then the fabric door moves aside and a female walks in with long brown locks. She had two pieces of cloth wrapped around her chest and lower half. Her dark chocolate skin is painted with scars. The female tilts her head to the side as she silently judges me.


"Wh-Who are you..?" I ask, "Where is Alex? Is he okay?"


The female hums a little before crossing her arms, "You tell about yourself first. Are you surviving?" I furrow my brows at her weird style of talking.


Chapter 55 A Rogue\'s Mate