Taming the Alpha

Step Thirteen

It was another restless night and I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. My wolf yearned to be with her mate and I felt the same way, especially since I couldn't sleep without him. I wanted to regret mating with Brute because of how exhausted I was, but I knew I didn't regret it. He was my mate after all, it was my destiny to love him. I didn't love him, but I was drawn to him. He was mine and I was his.

I finally gave up on trying to sleep and slipped a jacket on before leaving my bedroom. I stopped and listened around me to make sure everyone was asleep before walking down the stairs and heading out the back door. I walked to the end of the porch and sat down on the steps, staring out into the trees in front of me. They didn't scare me as much as they did before I completed the mating process with Brute. Before they seemed dark and filled with vicious rouges, including my mate. Now they were just trees filled with nature. Some of the rogues still scared me, but I knew the worst of the worst wouldn't hurt me. If I could handle the Alpha of Rogues, I could handle any wolf. Besides, I had a feeling Brute would protect me if someone tried to hurt me. He might not want to admit it, but he cared for me whether he wanted to or not. I hoped it wasn't just his wolf that cared for me. I didn't want him to care for me just because he was forced to by the wolf spirits. I didn't want to be a burden, I wanted him to actually want me. I wanted him to be happy with me. Did he even want to be with me? I mean he chose to complete the mating process with me. That means it would affect us greatly if he changed his mind and rejected me. We would be in constant pain, even the amount of power he had wouldn't be able to help him. He cared for me, I just couldn't help the doubt that circled around my mind. I was the runt of the pack and he was the Alpha of Rogues, after all. He was extremely out of my league. The wolf spirits didn't care about leagues apparently.

A growl echoed around me and my head shot up to see the faint outline of Brute standing in the trees in front of me. Once again he wore pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, meaning he had just gotten out of bed. My heart fluttered at the sight of him and my body stood up on its own. Knowing Brute wouldn't come out into the open, I followed him into the shadows of the trees.

"Don't you know that monsters come out at night to prey on pretty girls like you?" Brute softly growled into my ear. It sent shivers down my spine, knowing perfectly well he was the only monster around. He was at the very top of the food chain; he was the worst of the worst. He was right, there was monsters out there when it came to little ole' me. To him they were nothing and below him, but to me they were dangerous and could easily kill me. If he wasn't my mate, I would probably already be dead.

"You think I'm pretty?" I squeaked out. I intended to say it in a normal voice, but Brute was suddenly behind me when I opened my mouth. He didn't mask his power and it overpowered me, causing me to feel intimidated. I could feel his body heat and his body grazed against mine. Instead of answering my question, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. I held my breath as his head nestled at the crook of my neck and his lips trailed against my skin. Even though we had already completed the mating process, my body still burned with desire at the feeling of his lips on me. We were in the middle of my pack's territory, though, so I knew eventually the night patrol would stumble across us. It didn't help that Brute wasn't hiding his power or scent, meaning the patrol would be come as soon as they caught a whiff of him.

With that in mind I pulled away from him, causing him to let out a small growl. He didn't attempt to pull me back, but he did reach down to grab my hand. I let him drag me towards my house and into my bedroom. He let go of my hand to climb into my bed, leaving the covers pulled back for me. I crawled into bed after him and he was quick to wrap his arms around me.

"Your wolf keeps calling to me every night." He muttered. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and I turned to look at him to see that his eyes were already closed. I had no clue that my wolf was calling to his, I thought she was just restless since he wasn't with us. It was hard for mates who completed the mating process to be without each other for long periods of time. Hell, it was common for mate's chests to start hurting after just a few hours apart. That was why it was dangerous for fully mated wolves to suddenly reject each other. The pain in the chest was constant and the longer you were away from each other, the weaker you got. Their wolves would usually fall into a state of depression and sometimes would just fade away. It was rare for fully mated wolves to reject each other, but it was horrible to see when they do. Because of these reasons, I knew Brute wouldn't change his mind and reject me, but my anxiety always got the best of me. We were nothing like fully mated wolves. He was the Alpha of Rogues; I was the runt of a pack. He hated packs while I was raised to hate rogues. We knew nothing about each other, especially when it came to each other's past. I had a basic childhood. I grew up as the Alpha's daughter, went to school, and engaged in everyday pack life. The only thing that was different about my childhood was that I was the runt, I wasn't allowed to participate in common pack events and I was bullied because of how weak I was. I grew up privileged, something that I was sure Brute didn't enjoy. I literally knew nothing about Brute's past, all I knew was that he was the Alpha of Rogues and my mate. My biggest question was how did he become the most powerful werewolf in the world? Why did he hate pack wolves so much? Why did he go around attacking and killing innocent pack members? He had so much hate in him and I had no clue why.