The Alpha Meets The Rogue

 (If any of you read In Between Two Alphas, this story is different from that one. This one is a bit more mature and it is purely about Werewolves)

Prologue

I ran away from home. After everything that happened with my family and the pack, I did the only thing I thought to do. I ran away from my life. When I was far away from my home and what used to be my life, I kept running.

Being a quitter was frowned upon in most packs, and mine was no exception. When my life gave a 180 turn and things became too much to handle, I decided to give up and start over elsewhere.

No one saw it coming. Everyone thought I would stick around and take everything they were throwing my way. In my heart, I knew I wouldn’t be the only one to make the decision I took if they were in my shoes.

I was the daughter of the Beta in our pack. Without a say, I was to marry the neighboring packs’ Alpha. Maybe, I would make the sacrifice for my pack, had the situation not been so twisted.

Alpha Nicolas was a 35 year old man. I found a problem in him being 17 years older than me, but I let it go at first. My real problem came when I met him.

The first thing he said to me was, “you look just like her.”

At first, it was a mystery what he meant. Later that day, the whole pack was talking about me being the replacement of Alpha Nicolas’ dead mate.

I would be a clone taking the place of his deceased mate. After I looked at her picture from when she was younger, I agreed with everyone. Isabelle and I had similar features, but most of it was in his imagination. Alpha Nicolas wanted to see Isabelle in me, so that is what his mind showed him.

My union with the Alpha would bring a loyalty agreement between the two packs.

Chapter 1

Everything for the past two weeks before I left had been hectic around the pack. I was pampered and beatified every day, in order to please Alpha Nicolas. Not that he cared for any of it. He met me three weeks ago, claimed he wanted me as a wife, and I was to marry him two days from now. Every moment we spent together was full of caresses, compliments, and possibly the best treatment any man could give a girl.

The problem: I was aware that everything he did, every present he gave me, and his nice compliments were not for me. They were all for her, for Isabelle- his mate who had been killed by a rogue 6 years ago.

It had been early in the morning when I ran away. Now it was almost midnight. I only had with me a backpack with three changes of clothes, my valuables, and some saved money. I knew it would last me a while- at least until I settled down and found a job somewhere.

I was given everything when I was at home. Now, things would be a lot harder.

I arrived at a town three states over from my pack. There were hardly any cars on the road. Being midnight, no one would really be around. I tried to cover the most land I could during the day, only stopping when absolutely necessary.

It was easy to find a hotel in the middle of town and I went inside as soon as I spotted it.

The few lamps illuminated the streets and gave the air a mysterious look. There was light fog coating the ground. Had it not been for the gas station and a diner that seemed to be open 24 hours a day, everything would appear creepy.

I opened the hotel door to be greeted by a middle-aged lady behind the counter. The place was too small to really be considered a hotel, but it was too nice to be a motel. Outside, the air had been chilly and the contrast to how warm it was inside the hotel was noticeable.

The lady greeted me with a kind smile and motioned me over.

“Hi sweetie, how can I help you?” The lady asked, with a motherly voice. I couldn’t help but be reminded of my parents who stayed behind with the pack. Swallowing my pain, I tried offering her a smile.

“I would like a room,” I told her.

“Sure thing, dear. We have most of the rooms free, so you can pick from the first floor or the second,” she told me.

“I would like the second floor, please,” I said to her as she handed me a paper.

“I’m going to need an identification and for you to fill in this form.”

I panicked when she asked for my ID. It was obvious I would have to give one, but I wanted to avoid leaving trace of where I’d been.