I looked at Alec in disbelief. Why would he come and save me from these Rogues? Is he on crack or something?

“Let go of her wrist,” Alec spat through gritted teeth.

“I don't think so, Alpha. Your mate is too beautiful. Imagine those things I could do with her,” the Rogue said looking at me with that hideous smugly face. I wanted to rip his throat out, but I can't. The bastard wouldn't let me go.

“I. Said. Leave. The. Fucking. Girl!” I could see that Alec's wolf wanted to take over.

“Why should I?” he said. My wolf was getting angry because she didn't want anyone touching me like that.

I looked around and saw that there were at least twenty Rogues around us. I was so shocked about Alec's appearance that I didn't even notice when all these men arrived. I wasn't going to wait for Alec to save me, I was going to do it myself. I mind linked Mark and Skylar to come here and help us.

I kicked the Rogue where the sun doesn't shine and punched him in his face, making him back up against the tree. I looked at Alec and saw that he was in wolf form and was taking down two of the Rogues.

Well, at least he was good for something.

In the mean time, Mark and Skylar arrived with other two pack warriors. They shifted in their wolves and lunged at the other ones.

My head snapped at the Rogue and saw he was getting up. He stood up and looked at me with an impressed expression. Bitch.

I scowled at him and jumped to kick him, but he moved out of the way, making me slam against the tree.

I winced in pain and quickly got up, facing him again, ignoring the blood I was tasting in my mouth. I jumped to defense mode and lunged at him, making him fall on the ground. I sat on his stomach and punched him in the face until his mouth started bleeding. I suppose this guy wasn't as smart enough to dodge my punches like Mark and Alec did. He had several bruises on his cheek. I got off from him and gave him one last kick in his side and turned around to walk towards Mark and Skylar.

But as I turned around, the Rogue jumped on my back and made me fall on the ground. He shifted in his wolf and was ready to tear me into shreds. I closed my eyes, knowing that this the end of my life and waited for him rip my throat out, but to my surprise the weight was lifted off me.

I opened my eyes and saw Alec ripping his throat off within the matter of seconds. Now, isn't that something I want to see right now...

I got up and noticed the big cut on my upper arm. I whimpered in pain and walked to Mark. He took a look at it, but then I noticed Alec walking over to us.

“Thanks.” I said.

“You don't have to be grateful, I just saved a pack member. Why would you come here alone? You know what would happen if those Rogues got their hands on you?” he barked.

I lowered my head in shame. Why would I do such a thing? I always come here to play my guitar when I'm sad. It's not like I did it on purpose.

“My pack would think I'm not a good Alpha and then my dad would have made my life miserable!” he growled.

Well, I guess I spoke too soon. He doesn't care about me. He just cares about his title as the Alpha. Well, I'll have to forget about being with my mate. I can't forget that I got rejected.

“Sorry Alpha.” a tear streamed down my cheek.

I grabbed the skateboard along with my guitar and made my way home. I put the skateboard in Mark's room and went into my room.

I sat on the ground next to the bed, making my back rest against it. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on my knees as I hugged myself.

I felt a teardrop fall on my arm. I got up and walked into the music room Mark gave on me fifteenth birthday and sat behind mom's piano. I hadn't been here in a while, since I only came here when I felt it was needed. The room was dusty, but I didn't care.

I just played a random melody that matched with all the pain that I buried deep inside my heart two years ago. The melody was soft, but yet painful. It felt like I was getting all the pain of my heart onto the piano. I always had the heart for music instruments. I always loved the piano, but I love my guitar the most.

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I stood in front of my mirror and stared at my reflection. Well, I guess you wouldn't want to see me in the morning when I've just woken up.

I had bags under my eyes, from lack of sleep and crying all night. My hair was pointing out in all the directions that exist. I sighed and crawled to the bathroom. I don't want to go to school today. I hate school.

I took a nice hot shower. The warm water dropped on my skin gently, making all my muscles relax in an instant. I washed my hair with my favorite strawberry scented shampoo and walked out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and brushed my teeth.

I picked an off the shoulder blouse with a skirt that ended at my knees. I dried my brown hair and curled it a bit. I wore my earrings, didn't even bother doing my make-up. I wore my sandals and grabbed my backpack.

I sprinted to the dining room where mom and Mark were eating breakfast. “Good morning, people.” I said cheerfully.

Mark and Mom looked at me, extremely surprised at my sudden change of mood since yesterday. I was sobbing uncontrollably on my Dad's shoulder. He comforted me in the best way a Dad could have. Then I realized, that I do need my mate, but if he doesn't care about me, I'll find a way out without crying over that asshole.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Mom mumbled with a mouth full of food.

“Baby sis, you okay? Right?”

I nodded and grabbed an apple from the basket in the middle of the dining table. “Yeah, I'm fine. Dad and I had a long talk yesterday and I realized that I don't need to cry over Alec. He's not worth my tears, even though he's my mate, he didn't have the right to reject me, without even knowing me. Speaking of Dad, where is he? I haven't seen him since yesterday after the talk.” I rambled.

“Breathe, baby sis.” Mark said. I did as he told me and took deep breaths to steady my breathings.

“And to answer your question, your father went over to an old friend, who just moved here in town,” Mom said while I took another bite from my apple.

“Is he human? Cause the Rogues are still on the territory.” I asked.

“Yeah, he's human, but he knows about us being werewolves and all.” Mark said. I nodded.

Mark grabbed his car keys and we walked over to his damn expensive car again, “Lets get you to school.”

We got into the car and Mark put the keys into the ignition, starting the car. As soon as the car roared to life, some house music came on, causing Mark and I jump like two wild animals in the car. Oh, I so love my brother!

The ride to school wasn't exactly silent either. It was just us singing to a bunch of songs, even if we hated it.

Mark pulled over and drove off, after pecking my forehead. I walked into the building, towards my locker. After doing my combination, I dumped my books in my locker and grabbed a pen and the needed books following with my notebook.

I walked to history class. One of the few classes I have with Skylar. Just as I opened the door, the bell rang. I sighed and walked into the empty classroom, waiting for it to pile up.

I took a piece of paper and started drawing my favorite melody of the guitar and piano out of boredom. Yeah, I'm weird.

“Hello there, missy.” I heard Skylar's voice. I looked up at him and a grin crept on my face.

I gave him a quick hug. “Hi, Skylar.”

“How's—”

I was about to ask about Stella, but stopped when I smelled my mate's scent. I felt eyes watching me and I shifted uncomfortably on my seat. Skylar placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You alright there, marshy?” I looked at him and nodded. I didn't want him to worry about me too much.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I forced a smile. I knew he didn't believe me, but he nodded anyways. Mr. Blackheart entered the classroom and looked at us.

“Well, good morning class. You guys do remember that you have to hand in your research today, so I hope that you guys got it,” Mr. Blackheart said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I gasped and looked at Skylar, who was smirking at me, “You didn't think I would leave you hanging, did you?”

I smiled gratefully at him and hugged him really tight out of happiness, earning a growl loud enough for werewolves to hear. I scowled and looked at Alec. Why would he growl if he rejected me? Is the dude bipolar or something?

I ignored him and focused on Mr. Blackheart again and copied the notes he was writing on the blackboard. I really wasn't up for Mr. Stuck up today.