His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 21

"You're really my uncle then?" He nodded, stroking back some of my hair.

"I'll see you soon Uncle," I smiled. Romeo guided me out the door and we walked back to the pack house.

"So are you my only cousin?" I asked.

"I'm not sure about your dad's side but yeah," he shrugged.

"And my parents, there dead aren't they?" I had this feeling that they were. I never suspected they were alive and as a result, never looked for them or any family I might have had. Not that I would have known where to find them.

"Yeah. Our pack was attacked by hunters. Thankfully they are mostly eradicated and are no longer a threat," he looked ahead into the distance, his jaw clenched.

Although I had never met my parents, I still felt a deep sense of grief wash over me. I wondered what kind of people they were, what kind of parents they would have been to me, and what kind of person I would be. I wished for that sense of belonging and comfort only they could provide.

I shook myself from my thoughts. There was no point dwelling on all the what ifs.

"And this pack accepted you?" I asked.

"Sort of. They don't really like outsiders but since we did nothing wrong, they accepted us because my dad was a doctor and I'm a warrior," he shrugged. We stopped before the pack house, looking up at the tall structure for a moment.

"Well I'll see you soon," I pulled him in for a quick hug and bid my goodbye. He soon disappeared back into the darkness of the forest, the pitch black of the night hiding him.

I snuck back into the house, my heels in one hand and silently made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly slipped inside my room, closing the door before turning around.

I almost jumped in fright at the large figure sitting on my bed.

Aurelius sat on my bed, his face contorted in anger and eyes stormy. My own heart pounded in my chest as I tried to give him a small smile.

"Where were you?" He growled.

"I was out on a walk," I shrugged, looking away and putting my shoes back in the wardrobe. As I turned back around to face him, I was startled by his sudden proximity, his body brushing mine.

"Don't lie to me. Why do you smell like men?" I frowned, deciding against answering. I wasn't sure why I wanted to keep my uncle and cousin a secret but I did. I didn't trust him.

"I was talking to some people. I hugged them. That's it," I snapped, pushing past him. He grabbed my arm, twisting me around and shoving me against the wall. He pressed his body against mine and grabbed my other hand, holding them both above my head in one of his.

"Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose.

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open-mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder.

He remained silent, not responding to my accusation.

"My wolf, I couldn't control him. It was just a matter of time," He finally responded. I seethed at his words. What kind of half assed shitty apology was that?

"You bite me like an animal without my consent and this is how you apologise?" I stood up from the bed, not able to look at my so called mate any longer.

"I'm an alpha. My instincts are stronger than normal werewolves so naturally I would have to mark you. Plus my pack would get suspicious if I didn't," he shrugged and looked away, out of the window.

I wanted to be angry with him, to unleash my beast but the stupid mark was still fresh and feelings of soft pleasure and contentment still coursed through my veins, making my body betray my emotions.

"Why are you like this Aurelius?" I blurted. He frowned, his eyes dark.

"Like what? This is me," he grunted.

"Why are you hurting me like this?" His face fell, a series of emotions flashing over it before his usual mask resettled.

"It's nothing personal. You're a rogue and I despised rogues long before I met you. The moon goddess is clearly making some kind of sick joke pairing you with me," I ignored the harsh jab at my chest that I felt from his words.

"But why do you hate rogues so much?" I asked exasperated.