The Alpha’s Feisty Mate
Chapter 21: Rogues

Alpha Ryan POV

After my pack of rogues attacked the B***d Moon Pack and failed to kidnap Isabella, I had been waiting patiently for the next opportunity. It was only a matter of time before I got her. She would be my mate.

Her father, Alpha Blain, was a stupid man, thinking no one knew his secret about her heritage.

My father, Jackson, was the deceased Alpha king’s (Isabella’s grandfather) top warrior 25 years ago, that was before he was exiled from the Royal Kingdom for treason.

My father wanted his revenge on the kingdom and formed a pack of rogues. They attacked the kingdom one night and wiped out the entire royal family, except for Isabella’s mother. My father was the only one who knew this, he had done a headcount of the dead bodies after the attack took place to make sure no one survived, and he discovered that princess Diana was not amongst the dead.

My father never stopped searching for Diana. He wanted the entire royal family wiped, and he couldn’t rest, not until he accomplished this task.

Throughout the years, my father had successfully started his own pack of rogues. He kidnapped and impregnated a strong she-wolf with alpha b***d. She was a rogue when he kidnapped her. He never found out which pack she had come from. He didn’t care. He just wanted her bloodline to procreate a strong Heir. Once I was born, my father killed my mother. He told me that he had no further use for her.

My father was an evil man who enjoyed watching others suffer. He raised me to be just like him, ruthless and powerful. I was taught to take what I wanted. Nothing would be handed to me. He was right.

Several years after the Royal kingdom was wiped out, my father stumbled upon the B***d Moon Pack. He spotted a she-wolf in the woods that day, and he immediately recognized her scent as Princess Diana, the last member of the royal family, or so he thought. My father killed Diana that day.

Years after my father killed Princess Diana. He was killed by a feral rogue. I was 16 at the time. A feral rogue is a wolf who has lost it’s sanity and can no longer communicate with his human side. They live as lone wolves. They never shift to their human form.

At the age of 16, I took over the title of Alpha. Since then, we have been thriving. I now have over 200 members in my pack, and we have claimed an old abandoned packhouse as our home and territory.

When I turned 22, I received information from a rogue who had a contact within the B***d Moon Pack. He told me that Princess Diana was Alpha Blain’s mate and that when she was killed by my father, she already had two young children with Alpha Blain. A girl named Isabella and a boy named Declan.

I started stalking around the B***d Moon Pack territory, looking to complete my father’s dying wishes of killing every descendant of the royal bloodline. That was until I laid my eyes on Isabella. She was gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her strength was something I had never seen from a she-wolf before, and her beauty was even rarer.

I decided that, unlike my father, I saw an opportunity with this powerful little she-wolf. I wanted her as my mate and the mother of my heir. Her b***d mixed with mine would create strong offspring.

I had been watching the pack for a while. I decided to make contact with a disgruntled warrior one night while I was roaming the territory border.

I could tell right away that he was a man that lived for power and had little loyalty to his current Alpha. I knew if I made him an offer, he couldn’t refuse. He would help me execute my plans. I was right. He didn’t even hesitate to betray his Alpha.

One day, I brought four rogues with me onto pack territory to gather intel for our attack, but we ended up stumbling upon Isabella and the daughter of the pack beta alone in the forest.

I thought this was the perfect opportunity to kidnap her, but wow, was I mistaken. The little she-wolves could fight. They managed to kill all four of my men. I had to leave without my prize that day, but I swore to myself, I would get my hands on her. I was even more impressed with her strength. She really was from the royal bloodline. I needed her by myself, as my Luna.

I sent a few messages to Alpha Blain, but they were mainly just toying with him. I planned my second kidnapping attempt a few days after my first. The plan was that I would attack the territory with 100 of my rogue warriors and kidnap Isabella. While that was going on, my mole, Derek, would kill Alpha Blain.

Everything was going perfectly. Five of my men had Isabella surrounded and were working on subduing her until that stupid Alpha Drake showed up and fought off my men with Isabella. We failed at kidnapping her, again.

On the positive side, Derek did manage to kill Alpha Blain. Derek also informed me that Alpha Drake was supposed to be heading back to his own territory soon. That was good news. Once he’s gone, I can plan my next attempt at kidnapping Isabella. I won’t have to worry about him.

I also need to eliminate Declan, her brother. The fact that he is from the Royal Bloodline means he’s stronger than the average Alpha, and that could be a problem. If anyone is going to be the next Alpha King, it’s going to be me, with Isabella as my queen. Plus, when I take out Declan, I will absorb his pack and make mine stronger.

A few days had passed after Derek successfully killed Alpha Blain. We had been watching the packhouse closely, waiting for Alpha Drake to leave with his men so we could plan our next attack.

I was furious when my men reported back to me that Alpha Drake had physically forced Isabella into an SUV and appeared to be taking her back to his territory with him.

Great, I thought to myself. His pack is bigger. It’s going to be so much harder to get my hands on her there.

Luckily, I have a mole in the Crescent Moon pack. That mole sometimes provides me with information when I need it. I might need to touch base and keep tabs on my future queen until I get my hands on her.

I’m coming for you, Isabella. No one will be able to stop me.

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Alpha Drake POV

I woke up and got ready for training. I had a feeling that Isabella wouldn’t be ready at 5:45 am, out of spite, so I decided to go to her room earlier, at 5:30 am.

I let myself into her room, and sure enough, she was out cold, still in bed. I took a minute admiring her gorgeous form. What I really wanted to do, was climb into the bed next to her and hold her body tightly against mine.

I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I decided to wake her up gently by screaming, wake up, wake up, wake up, loudly just inches from her face. I chuckled with satisfaction when she jumped out of bed and got into a fighting stance.

“I told you about training. Get dressed.” I ordered.

I took a minute to look over her gorgeous body, she was only wearing my white T-shirt, and I could see her n*****s poking through my shirt. Her long, toned legs were on full display, and I could see through the thin white material that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Oh goddess, here we go again, as my c**k twitched in my shorts.

“Get lost. I’m not going.” She said while crossing her arms.

“You have two options. Dress in the workout outfit I had brought up for you, or I’ll dress you myself.” I replied while crossing my own arms. She looked at me. I could tell she was thinking over her options.

Finally, she let out a huff and stormed into the washroom. I took a seat on the couch and waited for her to come out.

Ten minutes later, she came out dressed in a pair of black leggings and a blue tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

“Good girl,” I said with a smirk, knowing it would irritate her.

“I’m only going because I like to train, don’t flatter yourself thinking you made me.” She said to me with an eye roll.

“Whatever you say, let’s go. You can’t be late on your first day, or the training instructor will punish you.” I told her with a serious tone.

“Oh ya, who’s the instructor? I’d like to see him try.” She shot back with a smirk.

“Me,” I said, and she went silent. Oh, the satisfaction of shutting her up, I chuckled to myself.

We walked out to the training field and made it with five minutes to spare.

Clair, Jared, and Erik were already there, standing at the front of the field.

“Jared, you are running training today. I’ll be sparing with Isabella. Pair everyone else off.” I commanded Jared. He looked surprised but quickly shook it off and addressed the warriors. He paired everyone off, and the warriors started to spar.

Isabella was looking at me with multiple emotions sparkling in her eyes, irritation, curiosity, and is that excitement?

I know it probably looks suspicious that I asked to partner with Isabella, but I don’t care. My wolf and I need to touch her. Plus, I’ll probably snap if I see any of my warriors touching what’s mine.

The more time I spend with Isabella, the more the bond makes me want her. I am getting more and more possessive of her, and I’m starting to lose my mind when I’m not around her.

I point to a mat, and Isabella joins me.

“Are you looking for another a*s-kicking, Alpha?” She asked me with a smirk on her face. I chuckled.

“No, I think it’s time I show you who’s boss around here, little wolf,” I replied with my own playful smirk. If she wants a little trash talk, bring it.

We both got into our fighting stances. I decided to lunge at her first. She was fast, though. Her size really helped her reaction time because before I could land a punch, she stepped out of the way. I anticipated her move, and at the last second, I threw out my leg, tripping her legs. She landed on the mat with a thud. I didn’t waste any time before I got on top of her and tried pinning her to the mat.

She managed to get her leg between our bodies and pushed her knee up into my groin. I rolled off of her when the pain hit me. ‘Ouch’ slipped out of my mouth. I glanced at her and saw the satisfaction on her face.

I quickly recovered and got back on my feet. She did the same. She lunged first, and I swear that she was part spider monkey because the next thing I knew, she had climbed me like a tree and had me in a chokehold from behind with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Whatcha gonna do now, Alpha? She taunted me, I could feel her breath fanning against my neck, and it caused a shiver to run down my spine. It was seriously distracting. She’s an evil woman.

I rolled my body back first onto the mat, causing Isabella to let out an “Ow” sound when my body landed on top of her. It caused her to loosen her grip on my throat. I managed to get out of her hold and turned my body, so I was back on top of her, pinning her to the mat. I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head. I used my entire body weight to pin her body to the mat. I didn’t want her twisting her body out of my hold again. She’s like a worm, I thought to myself. I watched her try to break free, but she couldn’t. I was way too heavy.

“Now it’s your turn, Isabella. What are you going to do? Submit to me, and I’ll get off.” It was my turn to whisper huskily into her ear. I felt a shiver run through her body and saw how her n*****s instantly hardened at my words. She was getting aroused.

“I’ll never submit.” She said with determination as she struggled to break free.

I moved my face to the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. Oh man, she smells so good. I ran my nose along her neck, causing goosebumps along her body.

“Submit, or the warriors might start watching the show,” I told her as she continued to buck her body against mine. I know the last thing she would want is the crowd to watch our interaction. She’s too proud and hates looking weak.

As I started brushing my nose lower down her chest, she let out a panicked “Ok, stop! you win!”

I remained in my position for a few seconds, enjoying my victory. She looked so sexy with a flushed face. Her chest was rising rapidly. I could see her fighting with her thoughts, trying not to let her arousal be known.

I had a smug smirk on my face as I got up and offered her my hand. She refused my hand and got up on her own. Shocker, I thought to myself as I chuckled internally.

Now, that training session was fun, I thought to myself.