Fated To The Rogue Alpha: Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid

Sigewuf Speak of the devil. The scent of musky-floral mixed in hot chocolate had filled the air as she moved, commanding the space with an energy that electrified him. She was like a drug; the more he inhaled, the more she drove him crazy. Sigewuf was glad he'd glanced at the contract Roxan had emailed him that morning before heading out. He'd achieved his goal today; Camille. The young wolfless beauty was stubborn, like a wildfire that couldn’t be contained. He fancied her. And that audacity, it was beautiful, to be tamed, certainly but alluring. It felt like an aphrodisiac. She didn't need to do much. Her behaviour alone did it. Made him want her, and made him hate her. He couldn't understand the mystery but he liked it. She wasn't a perfect trophy wife. She couldn't be, not without a wolf. She was beautiful. Strong. Sexy. But that was all. What would his father, Ultima Rhaul Rawson, make of his ridiculous joke of a mate? He sighed. That didn't matter much. What mattered was what the powerblocks wanted. Leonora was going to remain his mistress—She was good at satisfying his needs. But Camille, he was following the orders of the Powerblocks. They'd asked him to marry her on contract—She would give him an heir, they—the powerblocks- would give Alpha Loeka power and influence. Marriage was transactional. Something was given to get another. But he hadn't expected her to be his mate. Still couldn't believe she was the one. “The car's ready to leave, Alpha,” Beta Roxan’s voice came through the pack link. “Tell the others she'll be riding with me; they can join the other cars,” Alpha Sigewuf said flatly. "We'll be out shortly. That was what he did; Command—and then sat back to watch others scurry to fulfil his desire. “Understood, Alpha,” Roxan replied before the connection severed. Another picture caught his eye in the Loeka gallery, he moved and stopped in front of it—A picture of Camille training. Suddenly, he felt that sickening unease churn violently in the pit of his stomach—a feeling that had taken root the night he had been informed about her. He wiped a sweat from his brow, heart racing, and swallowed hard. An hour dragged by before Loeka resurfaced, with Camille nowhere in sight. Sigewuf stood in the family gallery, hands crossed gently behind him. "I see you have taken care of the situation,” he said without turning to face Loeka. "Hahaha,” Loeka laughed from his belly. “Children always need to be reminded of their place. No matter how fast they grow. Isn’t that right, Sigewuf?” "Of course, it is,” Sigewuf replied, turning to face Loeka, a tight smile on his face. “Speaking of children, where are your boys? No sign of them around.” “Ah, Conrad and Devon,” Loeka’s eyes glistened with pride. “They’re on some special pack assignment. They’ll be back soon. You know, Conrad has something special—he got the entrance mail into the Academy. He takes after me.” Loeka said proudly, "I see," Sigewuf said, pressing his lips together, with a little nodding of his head. "Where is she?" He noted the small scowl that flickered across Loeka’s face at being cut off mid-musing. "She'll be down shortly. You know this ladies and how they act" Loeka said, "hmmm." Sigewuf cocked a brow, "Since we’re done here,” extending his hand, “it was nice doing business with you.” Loeka took it. Sigewuf smirked. “To new relationships?” “To new relationships,” Loeka agreed, shaking his hands Stepping out, the dense air pinched at his skin, igniting goosebumps. He got into one of the cars lined up, eyes fixed on the front door of Loeka's mansion. The door opened and then he saw her, eyes fixed, emotionless as she walked towards the car. Two guards moved to carry her bags as Roxan directed her towards the one Sigewuf sat in. He smiled, slowly, deliberately "Welcome home, Lady Sigewuf'"