Chapit En
*Augustin Tereau POV*
I have always been a dangerous, ruthless, hotheaded, pitit loray, son of a bitch. I never denied it. As a matter of fact, up to this point in my life, I have relished and thrived off of that notion to become the powerful and vindictive rogue king that you see before you today. Hell, up until a few minutes ago I believed that the only family I had was the no good, piece of kaka bokor that currently has me pinned to the ground on my knees.
Imagine my surprise to find out that not only was this sad excuse of a man not my father, but that he had kidnapped my pregnant mother and stolen us away from my actual family just so that he could manipulate a prophecy in his favor! Now here I am, listening as the screaming cries of my sister shatter my already dead heart to pieces as my real father’s body lay crumpled just out of my reach.
In this moment, I am ready to release hell on the bokor and any and everybody that has stupidly decided to side with him today. It’s true that I have played second fiddle to some of his ideas and made decisions based solely on the apparent lies that he has fed to me, but I’m no idyo, idiot. I have watched, learned, listened to and committed to memory every incantation, spell and potion he has ever done in my presence. Avenging my father, Romilis, and the relationship that we will never have is all the catalyst I need to conjure every power I possess to end him.
I go through the Rolodex of spells in my head and decide to use the ‘heart gripper’ that he has used on me before when he suddenly takes his attention off of me. I follow his gaze and spot Jessica dragging a struggling shewolf, that looks both terrified and equally pissed off.
“Well, well, well, son. It seems as if your Moon Goddess was gracious enough to give a worthless piece of shit like you a mate after all.”
I snap my head between him and the woman that is now frozen in place and staring at me. Tantalizing jasmine and lemon attack my senses and I know immediately that this scent was created just for me. She was created just for me.
She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Gorgeous pecan skin encased her satisfyingly curvy petite frame. Big brown eyes held fear that hurt me to my core. From the moment her scent hits me on the battlefield I know that I am willing to do anything for her. I would lasso the moon if she wanted more light. I would mop up the ocean if she wanted dry land. I would die right here on my knees without ever knowing her name if it guaranteed her life would be spared.
Fuck! I suppose dying without ever knowing my mate would be cruel justice for every thing that I have done to get here.
“Lena, noooo!” I hear Eva scream after she has shifted back to her human form.
Lena. I can’t help the internal moan that escapes me as I repeat her name in my mind like the beautiful song that it is.
I trail my eyes from her small feet, to the delicate dips of her curves, up to her bél fas, beautiful face, and my breath hitches when I realize that her eyes are locked on mine. I give her a small smile and I know I’m done for when she smiles back showing the unmistakable dark tones of the blush that graces her cheeks.
I feel myself getting lost in the fantasy of a life that could be with this beauty by my side, when Jessica decides at that moment to harshly bring me back to reality.
I hear my mate yelp as Jessica roughly puts her hand in her hair, yanking her head back. I feel my wolf, Traka, Trouble, burst to the surface and yell out, “HOW DARE YOU HARM MY MATE?!”
I don’t give a shit who knows we’re mates now. My only goal is the save her and destroy Jessica.
I storm in her direction and the greatest fear I never knew I had happens right before my eyes. Jessica plunges her had into Lena’s chest, stopping me dead in my tracks.
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*Lena POV*
Kole. Stuck. The inability to move from a particular position or place.
That is exactly how I feel in this very moment. My only intention was to make sure that my friends and family were safe. I guess this is what I get for being nosy.
Now here I am, with my heart in a vice grip, and my eyes locked on the man that is destined to be mine. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. I’m not even afraid, yet I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. I want to laugh at the Moon Goddess’ timing, seeing that I’ve been complaining about being mateless a lot recently. Just my luck, of all of the people to be mated to, the rogue that’s out to destroy my family belongs to me. The Goddess’ humor is unmatched.
“You may think you’re hot shit because you’re his mate, but Augustin is mine!” the shewolf spits in my face.
Hmmm. Augustin. It means great and magnificent. It’s fitting if I were to judge solely on his physique. The man is massive! I’ve only seen him from a distance, but I already know he is ridiculously muscular. The man’s back is monstrously rigid and his pecs look like they can give Travis Barker a run for his money in a drum solo! His arms look dangerous, yet I can’t help but imagine how it would feel to jump into his firm and warm embrace. Would I be able to wrap my legs around his waist? And let’s not talk about his thick thighs that I’m certain can crush watermelons...
“Listen to me bitch!”
I whimper as her grip on my heart tightens. I trail my eyes back to hers and the pain in my chest begins to register.
“Jessica, please. I’m begging you, don’t hurt my mate.” His voice is like warm butter drizzling over all of my senses.
How could the Devil sound so angelic?
“How weak are you to be on your knees begging for the life of this bitch?! What about me? Huh? Am I not worthy of the looks that you’re giving her? You have never once looked at me that way and I have been by your side for years! I can’t believe this! You love her, don’t you? How dare you?!”
He loves me?
“I don’t give a fuck if he loves you or not. You will never be me. You are weak! He is a beast, in battle, in life, and definitely in the bedroom. I can smell it on you. You can never handle that caliber of dominate, alpha male. His strength, his girth, his stamina. His kinks. And oh Goddess, his punishments!” She is damn near salivating. “You’re boring, and trust me, he will get bored of you. I’ll be sure to remain on standby so that when he needs a real woman to suck and fuck him into oblivion, I’ll be there.”
I absorb her words as I feel my consciousness begin to wavier. She is literally killing me and decides that these are the last words I need to hear. Well joke’s on her.
I close my eyes, accept my fate and wait for death to take me, but it never comes. Instead, my body hits the dirt with an unceremonious thud.
The shewolf is rambling and rushing towards the bokor, while my only objective is to look at my mate once more. I search the field, our eyes instantly connecting and I can’t help the shaky breath that escapes me as his fiery gaze looks over me in concern.
I give him a small smile and my heart rattles against my chest as he winks at me and mouths, “Run.”
I take off towards the house, but not before sneaking one final look at him. I should feel some type of disgust and have serious reservations about the fact that THE ROGUE KING is my mate. I mean really. The man’s sole purpose in life has been to destroy my family. But there was something in the way that he looked at me that tells me I would be beyond safe with him.
I say a quick prayer to the goddess that she protects my loved ones. Then I take my time and beg her to spare and protect my mate.
