His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 6

"How long till you come to a decision?" I asked.

"A week," he replied. His gaze swept over my face, looking concerned for a second before he turned away.

"And what do I do till then?" I growled. Was I just expected to wait around for him to decide if I was worth it or not?

"You are not allowed to leave the house whatsoever. I don't want my pack gossiping. But asides from that, it's up to you how you choose to spend your time,"

Pushing down another growl, I flexed my hands and let out a long breath. I traced the pattern on my forearms with my fingers, remembering what they meant.

"Fine. So be it. Now if you'll excuse me," I stood up, the chair behind me scraping the floor noisily. "Thank you for dinner," I gave him a tight smile, ignoring his surprised expression, and left the room.

I wasn't the best person in the world. I had done many terrible things in my life but I had tried improving. Diana, the old witch, had helped me and taught me there was strength in kindness and love. Expressing emotions and being open with our feelings would bring us happiness and peace.

But this was different.

I was only going to hurt myself by being so open with my feelings. It was clear I wasn't going to get the happy ending I wished for and I had to toughen up and ready myself for the inevitable pain that was surely to come when he rejected me.

And with that, I headed back to the room I had been in to think my plan through.

I spent the next couple of days walking around the house, memorising the layout. I had learnt the schedules of the guards and roughly when the alpha would leave the house for his duties.

I would also sneak visits into the cells and bring them whatever food I could steal from the kitchen.

Today would be the sixth day and tomorrow would be the day the alpha would decide to reject me.

I was not sticking around for that humiliation.

"Oh hello," a voice brought me out of my thoughts. Glancing over my shoulder, a dark haired girl stood behind me. I was currently in the corridor, looking out of the large glass windows, watching the people outside.

"You must be Artemis!" The girl smiled at me. Her blue eyes and black hair were the exact same as the alpha's. The resemblance had my breath hitch in my throat.

I hated how much this bond was affecting me. Here I was, pining for the guy who held me captive and was going to dismiss the me in less than 24 hours.

"I'm Aurora. Aurelius' sister," she continued, her smile never faltering. "I see those dresses I picked for you really suite you," I looked down at my attire.

Every morning a fresh dress has been laid on my bed, all of them being light summer dresses. Today's dress was a nice blue with small white polka dots.

"Oh, thanks," I said.

"I'm a rogue," I stated. It was common knowledge that rogues often didn't have families or weren't on the best terms with them, hence why most of them roamed alone.

She blinked up at me, her eyes wide.

"What?" She squeaked.

"I'm a rogue. Family and pack history is a sensitive issue. I would suggest you don't go around asking that to other rogues. They might not have the same courtesy as I do," I explained.

She looked surprised and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her. Even pack members knew this; it was common sense.

"You're a rogue?" I frowned at her and she paused walking. I stopped too.

"Yes I'm a rogue, why'd you think I was being held captive?" I asked. Quite frankly, I was getting irritated. Yes I was a rogue but that didn't mean I didn't have feelings. Pack wolves looked down on us and I hated it.

They either felt disgusted of us or pitied us and I despised either reaction from them.

If anything we were stronger, standing up to oppressive leaders and having the guts to leave. We deserved admiration and respect. We could survive without relying on others and we witnessed the true horrors of the outside world, nothing like these pampered and sheltered little pups were.