Chandrea

"You fought like a trained warrior. What's your name?" "Didn't you hear?" I shrugged. "Just some rogue b*tch." His jaw tensed. "Rogues don't defend packs. They destroy them to gain power and control." "Oh?" I arched a brow. "So, why are you here?" "I came to protect," he said firmly. "We've brought medical care, food. Your pack will be registered and cared for. If a suitable Alpha isn't found-" "You'll handpick a new one who is obedient to you?" I cut in. "I don't want obedience," he said. "I want stability. Safety." "For wolves like us?" I laughed coldly. "We've never had rights. Don't talk to me about your precious act." He took a slow step toward me. "What's your name?" I snarled back. "Not interested in bonding, Your Majesty." "I'm not here to dominate you." "No?" I challenged. "Then why call yourself King? Kings demand obedience, do they not." His voice dropped. "True Kings only want loyalty and respect." I stared him down. "Those are earned, not demanded." A gust of wind blew past me, carrying my scent straight to him. His nostrils flared. His pupils dilated. His wolf surged to the surface, glowing with his golden gaze. He staggered back half a step. "Mate." I froze. No. Hell no. He took a step forward. "You...you're..." "Not. A. Chance," I growled, turning and sprinting for the trees. *** After escaping the brutalities of her pack, the rogue she-wolf is only interested in protecting those she cares for. While protecting the innocents during a royal raid, she runs into a wolf claiming to be the Alpha King and worse yet, he claims she is his Mate. She barely escaped that life alive and has been living as a human since she was a teenager and no one was going to make her go back. Little did she know how much both worlds need her to bring peace and true freedom.