The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Phoebe's POV.

'Miss You need to wake up.'

I groan as the voice keeps repeating itself.

Why won't it shut up

'You need to get up or we will carry you.'

'Fuck off,' I grumble and roll over, smashing my face into the grass.

I let out a groan as my upper arms are gripped firmly and I'm lifted up. I'm placed on my shaky feet and a wave of nausea washes over me.

'What the fuck' I mumble as I open my eyes.

It's bright as fuck. It is well and truly morning.

I'm still in the same clearing, but this time, there are three armed guards surrounding me. Two are holding my arms.

'You're trespassing on Alpha Hyde's territory.'

Fuck.

'I didn't mean to,' I reply and try and pull my arms free. 'Yo, let me go!'

They hold onto me firmly.

'The Alpha will decide what is done with you, we will take you to the cells. Hold out your wrists for the cuffs.'

I scowl and do as they ask. There's three of them, one of me and I'm hangover.

I don't have a chance.

They clip cold cuffs around my wrists, and I let them lead me further onto the territory.

'I've done nothing wrong,' I tell them, hiccupping at the end of my sentence. 'Just tell your Alpha that I'm sorry and let me go.'

I'm stumbling all over the place. I can hear the guards sighing with irritation at me, but I don't care. They hold onto me tightly and keep me upright.

It's a busy Sunday morning and a lot of people witness my shameful ass getting frog—marched to the cells.

They put me in and lock the door behind me. At least they take my handcuffs off.

Still tired, I lie down on the floor and go back to sleep.

Maybe, when I wake up, this will all be some horrid dream.

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Oberon's POV.

'Alpha, a rogue has been picked up at the border. They're bringing her over now,' my Beta, Anthony, informs me.

I look up, vaguely interested.

'Her What's she like Why do you think she was on the territory' I ask him, putting down my pen.

'I don't know. Apparently, she's a bit...inebriated.'

I glance at the clock.

She's drunk at 9 AM

'Interesting. Put her in the holding cells and I'll come down when I'm finished with this,' I reply.

Anthony nods and leaves my office.

After completing the form, I lean back in my chair.

A drunk, female rogue on my territory.

You really can't predict what will happen next when you're Alpha.

I'm rather curious as to why this female is on my territory and why she's intoxicated so early in the morning.

Maybe she never stopped drinking last night.

I get to my feet and make my way over to the cells.

The guards open the doors for me, and I take the steps down. Currently, the cells are empty. Our drunken rogue is the first trespasser that we've had in weeks.

I approach the bars and cautiously look into the cell.

The rogue is lying on the floor on her side. Her ebony hair is covering most of her face, but I can see that her eyes are closed.

She's wearing a small top and an even smaller skirt, with a pair of very high heels.

She's been out partying. That's why she's drunk. She probably never went home.

I feel vaguely irritated that she let herself get in this state. She's so vulnerable.

She's lucky that my patrol found her. At least she can sleep off the alcohol in here.

I gesture for one of the guards to come over.

'Please ask the kitchen to get a glass of water, some aspirin and a sandwich for this rogue. We need to sober her up.'

The guard nods and sets off on his task. I sigh and lean back against the wall, choosing to wait.

The rogue rolls over and pushes her hair out of her face. With a groan she sits up and blinks a couple of times.

I watch, with amusement, as she scowls and kicks off her killer heels. I don't blame her, they look painful.

Her eyes land on me and narrow. They're an enchanting hazel and I find that I can't look away.