Rogue Wolf's Obsession

CHAPTER TWO

(CLEIN POV)

TWO YEARS LATER

When I learned that Tyron Dequia had awoken from a coma after battling death for two years, I hurriedly drove my Lamborghini back to the Ravenstone pack.

In the back of my mind, I could picture Christine's ecstatic expression when she saw her mate again.

A warm sensation pinched my chest as a smile glued itself on my lips.

As Charlie Moon's daughter, the alliance allowed me to figure out that Tyron survived the Arch Bridge Fall incident and that he had to be hidden in order to recuperate quickly.

Lucy Reid knew it, as did Jadee Joon, who had a dream about where the river water current took Tyron after he fell over the cliff.

An elderly couple found him and took care of him before he was discovered, saving him from imminent demise.

Unfortunately, in order to protect Christine, we had to cover up Tyron's survival. We all witnessed how much she struggled and wept for Tyron to the point of breaking down.

Tyron was in a deep sleep at the time and his condition was still critical.

We had to keep it a secret from Chip since nobody knew when he might wake up. Since we weren't sure if Ty would survive, we couldn't take the chance of giving her false optimism.

Moon Goddess, however, was benevolent and granted the Alpha of Ravenstone another shot at life, this time to be with 'his luna' and Tyler.

My mouth parted into a loud snicker.

Perhaps Ty is also in a celebratory mood right now.

Nobody told him about his son.

It would be a wonderful surprise for his comeback, and the notion brought tears to my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Things were falling into place on purpose, but as my thoughts turned to the vile critter who started the conflict two years ago, my fingers gripped the steering wheel in front of me fiercely.

The hellish leader of the rogues.

The cold-blooded motherfucker.

It was entirely his fault.

I believed he was the one who mercilessly shot Tyron Dequia at the Arch Bridge. I could still recall his apathetic face. His eyes were devoid of emotion, confirming that he is a psychopath.

My teeth gnashed.

'I swear I'll make him pay for all of his crimes once the Moon Goddess bestows me the opportunity to deal with him.'

He should compensate for all of the lives taken in the wolves' war.

For each transgression he committed.

For firing Ravenstone's Alpha, destroying the Arch Bridge, and blowing the whole Grimstone pack.

A snarl rolled out my throat with contempt as I calculated all of his evil deeds.

The man truly embodies the concept of a villain. He should be roasted in hell before wreaking havoc on the werewolf realm.

These notions were racing through my mind as I increased the pace of my Lamborghini and chastised the deranged ass beneath my breath.

I was so engrossed with condemning him that I missed someone crossing the road.

"Damn it!" a sour rasp broke out of my lips as my foot swiftly smashed to my car's brake pedal, evading whoever it was.

The frantic reflex produced a loud squealing sound against the concrete surface. My Lamborghini came to a halt, causing my body to lurch forward. Without the seat belt, my head would have hit the dashboard.

"What the f**k!" I burst out, shocked.

Who the hell is that?

Is some shitty bastard committing suicide?

My blood rushed to my head as anger built up in my chest, enough to disregard the fact that I was in the heart of a deadly property that connected Savagestone and Moonstone packs.

With quivering hands, I unfastened my seatbelt and continued to spew obscenity before opening the door to my left.

Following that, I slid out of my car to face whoever the brainless son of a b***h was, only to frown when I spotted no body in front of the vehicle.

My eyes peeked through the greenery, scanning the entire area, catching sight of trees and the long asphalt road that would take me to my destination.

To my absolute puzzlement, there were no wild animals that I could have mistaken for humans.

Simply nothing.

"Weird," I mumbled, laying my hands on either side of my waist.

I was positive someone had passed in front of me, but there was no one there.

Scratching my neck, my chest heaved up for a sharp inhalation.

'Seriously? Is this all just in my head? Or am I having a hallucination from my hangover?'

I began to ask myself a question and eventually agreed. "Perhaps the latter."

I had a big disagreement with my mother the other day because of my adorable twin sister 'f*****g note the sarcasm', who stole my identity and was always probing into my business.

Diane had someone monitoring me, and the foolish spy wannabe claimed that I was in a relationship with a woman. My mother, who has a strong gender bias, castigated me for an hour, making my eardrums almost explode.

She claimed I was a disgrace to the Moon Family and she was humiliated to have an unethical daughter like me.

Blah, blah, blah.

That was something I was previously familiar with. She overreacts to trivial matters and is also gullible.

Even if it wasn't true, she always accepted what my sister reported to her. It's no surprise she didn't realize I was the actual Diane Moon she cherishes.

Anyway, I was not in a relationship with a girl, and if I am, I see no problem with that.

It's fine as long as we never harm others.

However, the she-wolf whom they confused for my lover is actually a high school acquaintance. We would often get together when we were bored to catch up and bond.

She desired I might have fun before my parents forced me to an unwanted marriage.

Heck.

My mother thought I was dumb for overlooking Tanathos Creed of Savagestone's frequent trips to Moonstone. With his money, the frugal Alpha wishes to possess everything.

One afternoon, I eavesdropped on their conversation and discovered they were arranging stuff.

My parents were considering the possibilities of merging Moonstone and Savagestone. The only way to accomplish this is to send me off for marriage to the arrogant, greedy scrap, Thanatos Creed.

Yeah, I wouldn't deny that he has the charming face that any she-wolf would wish for in a mate, as well as an outstanding physique, but I've been informed that he's highly possessive.

No, he's twisted.

I am not interested in someone like him.

Shaking my head, I refocused my attention on my Lamborghini. I dismissed Thanatos Creed, my mother, and Diane's images from my mind and was about to return to the driver's seat of my car when I observed movements in my peripheral vision.

Ninja, my grumpy wolf, hissed as a revolting scent filled our nostrils.

I knew immediately what it was.

Rogue!

Hearing a warning bell, I quickly went for my katana off the side of my car and was about to whirl around when a strong blow was delivered directly to my face.

"f**k!" I grunted inwardly, surprised by the attack.

I was knocked to the ground, and I swear I heard my nasal bridge fracture. My eyesight was filled with dark beads, and a warm sticky liquid fell upon my lips.

Deeply disoriented, whomever made an unforeseen strike on me failed to offer me a chance to recover.

A hand gripped the collar of my suede coat, forcing me to stand up straight on and covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

No!

I struggled and shoved the hand away, but another smack landed my stomach, prompting me to gasp in pain.

The air was lodged in my lungs, making me drowsy. The hanky was rubbed against my snout for the second time, and I absorbed a strong chemical that entered my brain, causing both Ninja and I to grunt.

What the hell is going on?

What does the rogue want from me?

I overheard the car door being nudged open before being pushed into the backseat. Even in my fragile state, I noted this as an opportunity to run because it seemed the rascal was kidnapping me.

In contrast, my body refused to cooperate. My eyelids began to droop as I grew exceedingly weary, as if a heavyweight was keeping me from regaining control.

"Sleep for the time being, Miss Moon," the rogue said, and my car started roaring.

"f**k you," I muttered, nearly whispering, before sinking into the depths of darkness.

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(Third POV)

MAD WOLVES TERRITORY

A loud frantic moan rang throughout the rogue boss' rooms.

"Please, hurry, my Lord!" the naked, sweaty woman underneath him begged, raking his back with her pointed, blue-coated nails as she peered at his exquisite face.

Sun Gunnar's skin produced crimson fluid as a result of the pleasurable behavior.

"You f*****g b***h!" he grumbled.

His fiery irises were burning with ardor as he banged his harlot for the night.

"Oh, yes! Right there, my Lord!"

Sun snarled, appreciating how desperate she was for more. He tossed her onto her back and rammed his thick c**k in the she-rogue's cunt from behind.

"Oh, my Lord, f*****g yes! Let me have it! f**k me more deeply! I'm yours!" she yelled, lowering her hands on the bedsheets, not realizing that her long nails started ripping the fabric.

Sun's brow creased instantly, not appreciating she damaged the bed linen his mother had given him.

He purposely stopped f*****g the she-rogue and pulled his erect, dripping with juices, from her hot moisten p***y.

"Out," he stated in a heavy, monotonous voice, rising from his bed.

"M-my Lord?" The woman waved and blinked, bewildered as to why his mood had unexpectedly shifted.

"Get the f**k out of my room or I'll kill you, b***h," he remarked, his voice flat and icy, she could see how deeply upset he was.

The she-rogue's eyes widened.

She rushed out of the mattress, grabbed all of her things, and bolted as if the devil was after her. However, as she neared the end of the corridor, a gunshot broke the night's calm, bringing her to a standstill.

The wretched she-rogue let out a quiet wail and slumped on the carpeted floor, dead on the spot.