Princess of the Rogues

What Have I Done

                My father strode into the room. He dominated the room with just his presence. He was truly terrifying. Do you want to know how he commands so much power? Why he hates packs so much? My father was going to Alpha of the biggest pack in Europe found in France. My father had always been a vicious horrible man. His parents knew he was dangerous so they didn’t hand over that amount of power to him but to his younger brother instead. They couldn’t trust that amount of power in the hands of my father.

                My father rebelled. He was furious. At the age of eighteen, he turned rogue and took off. In his time as a rogue, he was allowed to think. He got lost in his thoughts. In turn, his hatred grew. His hatred of packs, his hatred of what he should have entitled got to him. My father got consumed by the hate he carried. That day, he vowed to bring down every pack. Saving his pack for the end.

                My father began to recruit rogues, who followed his hatred of the packs. They all had a common cause. They all had something they all believed in. Steadily, the amount of rogues grew and my father was in control of a huge powerful, vicious pack who would do as he said. From that day on, he began to target packs and bring them down. He started off with smaller packs until more rogues joined his cause. My father was unrelenting as he tore packs apart and destroyed them. Each destroyed pack brought him one step closer to his old pack he wanted to take down.

                Then at the age of twenty, my father found his mate. My mum. Holly Turner. She was part of a pack in England. She was eighteen at the time. My father hated the idea of mates. He thought it was weak. He thought it made people vulnerable. He should know. He aims to kidnap mates to break the packs apart. He took my mum. Kidnapped her from her pack which was the second largest pack in Europe. She was also the Alpha’s daughter.

                He took my mum and forcefully mated her so she would become pregnant with a boy and heir to the rogues. Instead, they had me. My father hated it. He wanted a boy. He shifted in a fit of rage and flipped. When he finally shifted back, he strangled my mum to death. I never got to know my mum. I was two days old when she died. I never got to know my mum. I have a granddad out there somewhere. I will have Uncles and Aunts. I have a whole family from two different packs.

                Everyone knows that my father was from the French Pack. His pack is constantly on high alert. However, no one knows about me. I have family from both packs. I have direct Alpha blood lines from both sides of the family. This is why I am a fully black wolf.

                My father took a seat in front of anyone. He looked angry and annoyed. This was going to be interesting. My father glanced at me to see if I was still standing. There was no sign of care or concern in his eyes. He was just checking that I wasn’t close to death. He didn’t care for me at all. He hated me. I should have been a son. Instead he got a daughter. He has always hated me because of that very fact.

                “I want results. We have been here for days. I want a girl captured today. We cannot afford to wait any longer for any suspicions to arise. We need results. If we do not come back with any results today one of you will lose your life. I will NOT take any bad results,” My father ordered.

                Everyone nodded nervously. They knew my father was being totally serious. He would kill if he didn’t get results today. He placed us into groups. I was placed into the first group. Me and the group of rogues went from the room then. We all stayed in human form but jogged towards the border of the Silver Moon Pack. We each took a section to watch for anyone.

                We hid behind bushes so that the patrols wouldn’t spot us. I took up my position behind some bushes keeping my eye out. I prayed someone didn’t come close to the border. I prayed that none of my group spotted a mated girl. I hoped we didn’t have to take someone. I would never forgive myself.

                We waited for hours and hours in the bushes. My kept in contact by mindlink. We all had syringes on us that contained some drugs that would stop people from shifting. I was gripping mine so hard I thought I would smash it. My palms were sweating. I was nervous. I didn’t want anyone to get caught and suffer under my father. I hated this.

                About an hour later I spotted movement within the forest over the border. I noticed that it was two girls, both around my age. Oh no. Not two. Please, turn run. Please. No. Both of them. Both of them were going to get caught. Please. I didn’t want to do this.

                Let’s get them. We have more than enough time before the next patrol.

                Oh no. They need to get out of here. I couldn’t do this. I purposefully stood on some branches and twigs. I heard the sound of them all breaking. I watched as the girls’ heads shot towards where I was. They looked around for the sound. Please, turn. RUN. GET AWAY! I was screaming in my head.

                I couldn’t give myself away. I needed to do this subtly. I broke some more twigs to which they turned around again. COME ON! LEAVE. RUN. Please. That was when I saw it. The group of rogues already had them surrounded. Oh no! It was over. I watched as two of them came up behind them and roughly grabbed them and stabbed the needles into their necks.

                The girls screeched but it was useless. I walked out from my spot as they restrained the girls. The girls’ hands were tied and rags were tied around their mouth so their screams were muffled. Already, they began to cry. Tears streamed down their faces as they were dragged.

                I followed behind. I hated this. I had to stop this. Five of my ten rogues stayed behind to leave the message for their pack about the huge group of rogues that had stolen their pack member. We dragged them back and into the main meeting room. My father and the rogues turned towards us as we entered. My father smiled wickedly as we entered before standing up and coming over to us.

                “Well done! This is perfect. Has the message been delivered?” My father asked.

                “Yes. Our members are returning as we speak,” Mike replied.

                “Perfect. Now let’s have some fun,” My father smirked, dragging the two girls towards the back exit towards the other cells.

                I watched as he dragged them away. What had I done? What had I been a part of?

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