The warm, crisp air of the morning sunrise. A bright, annoying light shone in Dipper's eyes. Blinking, his eyes met the sun's raise.

Where ma I? He asked himself as he pushed his body up from the floor. His head spun, his breath shook as he sat up properly. As he looked around, Dipper saw where he really was. In a cave. The only thing was, it was it looked like someone lived here, and he, was sitting in a nest of blankets and pillow on top of a mattress fit for a king.

"Ah, I see your up," he said smirking at the door to the cave.

Immediately, Dipper reached for the back of his neck. Ah. So that's what happened. Now I remember. Tears weld in his eyes. He didn't want this, to be left for dead by his own pack, only to be mated with the one, who was supposed to kill him. He looked down, away from the rogues mischievous eyes. "Yeah," he replied in a raspy morning voice.

Bill stalked over to him, holding a plate in him hands." Here," he smiled softly as he crouched down, offering the plate to him. "You need to eat."

Looking at the food, Dipper could clearly see it was ham and eggs, but where did he get the eggs? Rouges never stay in one place for to long, if they do, then another pack, a stronger pack, can come along and take it from them with force. There is no way he'd be able to store life stoke of any kind. He must have stole them, or betted for them on a fare trade. He reached for the plate of food, turning off his brain so he could just enjoy a warm meal. It had been so long since he's eating anything hot. He was only ever left scraps of cold leftovers from the hunts they had back it his pack.

"Thank you," he muttered softly as he reached for the food, but Bill pulled the plate away with a playful grin.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a grin. The question took Dipper off guard. Why does he care, Alphas never care? Dipper blinked, trying to process the question.

"Um, my neck doesn't hurt?" He shrugged as he rubbed the back of his neck, just a little bit embarrassed.

Bill chuckled softly as he handed over the plate. "I guess I'm not the only one that's bad with talking to people," he said, grinning happily as he stood. He looked up at the rouge, swallowing down hard on a chunk of pork. Not helping but notice that he was staring at him with hungry eyes.

"Um, why are you staring at me?" He asked, his face reddened at the attention.

Bill just hummed as he walked off back to what he could only guess was the kitchen? Why is he leaving me alone? Shouldn't he be abusing my body right now? Didn't he threaten me last night, or is he waiting for his rut? I can smell his sent was overflowing with lust, why dose he hold himself back? His body trembled at the untamed thoughts that ran rapid in his mind as he chewed down the food. Goosebumps covered his arms, an his face flushed with red as Bill's sent overflowed from every item in the room.

Then, Bill pecked his head out from the corner," hey? Do you think you can come here?" He asked.

Dipper blinked a few times, being taken back a bit. "Um yes?" He replied as he shifted his weight to stand. His bare feet felt cold on the stone as he turned to, and he was right, the kitchen part of the cave. It wasn't fancy, or modern, but it was cute, and looked functional. Bill wasn't in the part of the home, but out side, behind a curtain.

"I'm over here," Bill side cheerfully, and mischievous look in his eyes. Walking over, Dipper's feet carried him with caution as he waited for the Alpha to doing something horrible to him. Pulling back the certain, warm water splashes against his face as he was pushed to sit in a chair.

"What was that for!?" He yelled out in anger as his head turned back to look at Bill, his face red with embarrassment.

Bill bursted out laughing as he dropped another bucket full of water over his head. "I'm washing you silly? Can't I take care of my mate?" He cooed as he gently scrubbed Dipper's back with a damp cloth. That word, mate, he was now mated to this man, this stranger he met the night before.

Hands softly caressed his sides, and pulled back his hair with ease. He didn't normally liked being touched in so many different places by a stranger, but Bill's hands were like magic, just caressing him gently, matching his calmed breaths.

"So," Dipper started, looking away from the Alpha, "I didn't realize that rouges can live in such a place. Surly, a pack will come a take it once it is found?"

A heavy sigh left Bill's lips as he dried Dipper's hair. "I'm not the only rogue that lives here now," he chuckled softly. " I got you," he cooed against Dipper's ear, kissing it with charm. "And soon, you'll give me little pups, won't you?" He teased.

A blush slipped its way past his cheeks. "But—but you still don't know my name," he stuttered.

A dark smirk pulled on Bill's lips. "Then why don't you tell me, in bed?" He cooed as he pulled Dipper up gently. "How dose that sound?" He smiled darkened, but Dipper course the find it in himself to pull away. Fear washed over his body, Dipper wanted to run, wanted to push away, but he couldn't find the strength to do so.

Suddenly, Dipper was now flat on his back, back in the soft blankets and pillows. Desperately, his heart beaded against is chest— just throbbing to be wanted and loved, but also in fear of what his now and forever mate was going to do to him.

Bill towered over him, with a dark smirk pulling on his lips. Fingertips gently brushed against Dipper's left cheek. "Are you ready love? I'm going to ravish you. All night," he cooed gently.

A dark blush covered his cheeks as he nodded with a lump in his throat. "Yes, Alpha."