Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 240

It doesn’t take long to find rogues when you are roaming through free land. They tend to stay away from the packlands of Alphas if they can help it, because they would be attacked and punished for trespassing. Punishment for rogues was never humane… though I have to say, I quite enjoyed it. I also quite enjoyed hunting the weaker rogues down. They were always good to take my anger out on, and rarely had much strength to fight back. Always gave me quite the thrill...

And after running from my pack, I was soon on free land, and immediately picked up the overwhelming scent of rogues. There was no denying that stench. A werewolf has an individual scent, one that can identify them… usually pleasant, especially to its mate. But a rogue, their stench was nothing but horrendously sickening. Foul. A combination of death and rotting garbage. I certainly did not choose to spend time with them if I had any option, but today I found myself with no choice. My father had left me with no choice when he had ordered my pack members not to follow my orders…

I followed the stench, and it wasn’t hard. I found a small camp within the deeper reaches of the forest, which told me this had to be a cluster of rogues. And the moment I stepped into their camp, they were all upon me… but the moment I shifted back into my human form, they withdrew. Evidently uncertain why I would shift when they were still in wolf form and could attack. And while the need to talk to them was strong, and it was urgent, I knew I must gain their trust and assistance. In order to do that, I had to resist the urge to attack them all.

I found myself naked and surrounded by a group of angry wolves, but thankfully none were attacking. All watching me curiously. I took a deep breath hoping they might listen to what I was about to offer. The bag Jet had been carrying in his mouth was on the floor, so I bent down to pick it up, and pulled my wallet out, taking out some money and dropped it on the floor in front of me.

Figuring I would lead with that, as money talked for most rogues, I looked up. “See that?” I questioned, looking them all in the eye confidently, one by one. “There is more where that came from. But, I need your help.”

A number of the wolves turned to look at one another, before they were suddenly shifting into their filthy and grimy human forms; the very thought, let alone the sight of them, made my skin crawl. One man, tall and dark, moved forward, eyeing me suspiciously.

“You are Alpha, no?” he asked.