A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret

Rowan’s POV

The cigarette between my fingers burned bright as I stared at the ceiling waiting for the woman between my knees to stop. She’s been there for more than thirty minutes and I was beginning to get bored.

She was burping her head as she took in my hard, long length in her filthy mouth as if her life depended on it. I had no reaction, it wasn’t my first time, and I was no teenager to start moaning at the feel of her mouth.

No woman had ever gotten a reaction out of me since the day I found out what the word sex meant. The women I’d been with thought of it as abnormal, but to me, it wasn’t anything unusual.

“You have until this cigarette burns out and trust me, it’s close.” I warned her with a reminder.

She hummed against my manhood, as she couldn’t respond with a sentence since her mouth was full. She was one of the women in my rogue pack, I don’t select my sluts, they come to me willingly and I don’t sleep with them, and neither do I take two women at a time. Once I’m bored with one, I move to the other. I’ve never had to chase after a woman all my life and I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

Some said when you meet your mate, you throw your principles away and just embrace them but I believe that won’t be my case. I’m too traumatized to let any woman into my heart.

The cigarette burned close to my fingers and I dropped it to the floor. She removed her mouth and stared with disappointment on her face. 1 grabbed her by the throat and brought her mouth closer to mine. Just when she thought I would kiss her, I whispered in her ear. “Get out, “Yes, Alpha Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

seem to remember which one it was,

She grabbed her clothes and walked out of the room. Her name was Cynthia or Cindy. I can’t seem to re

I also grabbed my pants as I looked for the box of cigarettes in my room so I could light another one. I wasn’t a smoker, I only love the smell of

-னாட் cigarettes. 1 lit the cigarette and placed it in the corner of the dark room.

Suddenly, a voice charged through the mindlink. It was one of the chief warriors positioned at the borders.

“What is this, Hadlin?” I groaned. It was close to midnight, so whatever it was should better be important.

“Sorry for the disturbance, My Alpha. We have some people at the borders asking for refuge. You told me to inform you if something of such happened.”

“I’m on my way, I answered sharply.

My father named me Rowan but people called me the Rogue god and I swear that I don’t f*cking hate it. My father was the werewolf king and I was supposed to be his heir until I walked out and started a rogue pack. I was considered an abomination in the werewolf world and a curse to my father’s lineage but I didn’t give two shits about that.

They could all perish with their opinions about me and I wouldn’t bat an eye.

My father still wanted me to return to the palace and take my rightful position but I would rather dig my head through a wall than go back to that filthy place. The tattoos on my body covered the scar that told the story of the hell I went through.

“You would regret this, Rowan,” my father had threatened.

“Watch me, I had told him. So far, I haven’t regretted anything other than not walking out of that place earlier.

I knew the elders of the palace wouldn’t sit still and watch me tarnish the royal image and I was ready for whatever they were bringing. That is why I’ve been extra careful with whoever I receive into my pack these past few days.

As I walked out of my room, two of the guards stationed at my door followed me, I turned to stare down at them and they bowed before retreating back to their position.

My second–in–command, Mika, walked towards me. She was a feisty, fearless female who kind of matched my energy.

Where are you off to?” She asked.

The Borders,

“New refugees!”

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I frowned at what she usually called them. Mika fitted my type of person perfectly. She was meticulous yet insane. Slow to anger yet deadly. She was exactly what I wanted in a Beta but since we weren’t following the usual order of things in the Werewolf world, I called her my second in

command.

“You calling them Refugees always gives me a headache.”

She laughed. “You’re being extra careful Alpha. Is anything the matter?”

“Do you expect your father and the rest to sit back and watch us keep on disgracing them?” I hissed.

Mika’s father was also an Elder in the palace serving my father. Mika and I grew up together until I decided to move out of the palace. Two years later, she joined me for reasons best known to her.

“No, but I’m sure they know better than to touch you,

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t try.”

“You’re the one keeping us safe here. I trust you with my life, she assured me. “But leave this kind of thing to me. I’ll scrutinize those refugees,” Ah! I had that headache again.

I scoffed. “Stop acting like a sentimental Lady, you b*tch,”

“I am a lady, she argued.

“Are you sure?”

She laughed behind me as we arrived at the borders

The chief warrior ran towards us. “We’ve got four of them here”

“By this time of the night, what’s their story?” I asked.

“I haven’t asked them,”

I glared down at him. He moved away as if recoiling into his shell. “You can ask them after I see them first,” It was too late and I didn’t plan on waiting till he was done interrogating them to see them for myself.

I moved closer to the room where all four of them were being kept. The good thing about the room was I could see them but they couldn’t see me. There were three girls and a boy.

Two of the girls were curled up in a corner, holding each other tightly while the remaining two sat separately.

The two girls hugging each other suddenly separated as one of them stared out through the mirror door, her eyes meeting mine. They were deep blue beautiful eyes that seemed to suck the life out of me.

I frowned, there was no way she could

My wolf charged into my head, interrupting my train of thought. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt my claws protruding unconsciously. I was losing control and that had never happened before

I had control of my wolf and whoever this girl was had some sort of power over me. This was beyond just the matebond.

My wolf howled and 1 groaned loudly, scaring Mika and the chief warrior.

“Mate!” My wolf cried.

Should I say, dear readers, meet Rowan! Or not! What do you think? Rowan is not a green–flag character. He’s not red–flag either but he’s in between both. Don’t assume or expect anything from him because he always come up with the craziest and especially unexpected things. Thank you for reading.

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