Candance's POV

Mate? I questioned myself as I saw the large black wolf looking intently at us and sniffing him while he did so.

Mate! Dahlia rushed over to him with a happy expression on her face and her tail wagging.

No, Dahlia! She needed to get closer to him because he was far taller and larger than we were, so she did so by walking closer to him and nuzzling his neck with ours. I made an effort to stop her, but it was too late; she had already reached the person she was going after.

Sparks! When our furs came into contact, Dahlia let out a satisfied purr, and I could sense the wolf tensing up as well as the other warriors roaring in our direction.

The gigantic wolf barked at us, which caused us to quake in fear and run away from him. "Get down, you scumbag!"

What exactly is going on here? He is a companion for us! Dahlia wailed; does he dislike us? What's going on again, Candance?

I said to her, "I don't know," as I watched his dark house erupt in wrath as I was watching it myself. Dahlia retreated as he snarled at us, and as his growls became more threatening, he began to pace menacingly in the direction of where we were standing.

When he stopped moving and appeared to be having a struggle within himself, he was very close to us and had surrounded us close to a tree when he did so. "Shift, you mutt!" he yelled angrily.

Dahlia barked at him despite the powerful aura that emanated from him. She was not intimidated.

What is it exactly that you are doing? To challenge him? He intended to kill us all. I went after her because I believed that he would have an exceptional amount of strength and that challenging him would give the impression of playing Russian roulette with one's life. I had never before been exposed to an atmosphere like that.

He growled at us once more, "Shift!," and walked away. I obediently took control of Dahlia and transformed into my human form after doing so. I made an effort to conceal both my face and my nakedness from him as he looked at me, but I was aware that the other wolves in the area were unable to see me since he was blocking their line of sight to me.

He said, "Your face! It's something I need to see!"

I subtly removed my hands as I saw his eyes travel all over my body while he was looking at me. The knowledge of how my body seemed made me feel like an extremely defenseless and vile person.

Dahlia let out a scream of despair, "He doesn't want us.

I let Dahlia know that nobody is interested in having us around.

"Take a step back!"

Once he had turned his back on me and continued to bark, I reverted to my wolf form out of tremendous resentment for the way he had treated me. It dawned on me. Since the beginning of our relationship, Alpha Thomas has maintained that I am both unattractive and unpleasant to look at.

If I had been attractive and had skin that was smooth and free of scars, then Alpha Thomas would have wanted me and treated me well. Even the person I was living with at the time, whose name I didn't know, would have done it. If I had been more appealing to him, he never would have treated us as if we were some sort of freak and shouted at us.

While we were all watching, Calla sped up to where we were and joined us just as the gigantic and beautiful black wolf returned to what appeared to be the other members of his pack. As he got closer to them, everyone except one of them bent their heads.

Because the wolf appeared to be so lithe and white, I was able to determine that she was a female. She went up to him while she was pranced, and as she touched paws with him, and he nuzzled her, Dahlia and I were overcome with feelings of jealousy and hurt. After that, it seemed as though she was smiling as she walked away.

During the time that he stood there, they seemed to be connected in some way; eventually, they nodded and started coming closer to us.

Before howling, running to the other side of the forest, and disappearing into the night, the enormous black wolf turned to take one last look at us before leaving. He did not understand.

The white wolf yapped at us and said, "You are coming with us, you scumbag!" Dahlia tried to hide, but her efforts were fruitless. They threatened us by saying, "Move back just one more time, and I will put an end to you and that pitiful-looking puppy of yours," as they moved closer to where we were standing.

Calla whimpered as she crept around below us in the shadows.

We didn't make any further progress either forward or backward. They came up to us and immediately started shouting orders for us to move; we had no choice but to comply with their demands and follow them blindly as they led us in a direction that we did not comprehend.

We walked for a considerable amount of time, and during that time, the night just became worse. However, it seemed as though these wolves had not even been through a particularly taxing journey by their appearance alone. We never halted for a moment to relax.

Dahlia exerted her best efforts to keep up with them. As she chased after them, she began to experience a loss of strength and developed scratches on her paws from stepping on thorns. She was unable to keep up with them. When she stepped on another thorn, the excruciating pain caused her to howl.

When the same white she-wolf turned to face us, she barked at us and said, "Move, you mutt!"

11

Calla was unhappy with the reprimand she received. She was having a hard time and was standing close to us at the time.

Calla was compelled to yell at her dog, "Quiet that pup of yours or I will give her something to grumble about," because she barked at us.

As we continued on our journey and soon came at a field with nicely trimmed grass, I had the impression that we were going closer and closer to the pack house.

As we made our way through the field after entering it, I was soon able to make out a large mansion that resembled a castle. As we got closer, the house got bigger, and I could make out a few other houses in the neighborhood, but they were much smaller than the one that caught my eye.

As we proceeded forward, the enormous home that was ahead of us became visible.

"Stop!!!" As the white she-wolf turned to face us, she issued an order, and when the other wolves nodded at her, she responded in kind by nodding back at them. She gave me a rather nasty look before turning around and rushing away in the opposite direction.

We were down to just two other she-wolves and a couple of the other wolves after the others had fled. I immediately realized that we were being taken to the cells as they led us down a path that led us behind the building and then down a little hallway after that.

What do you think they're going to do to us, if anything? As we approached them, I questioned Dahlia by asking, "Do you think he is going to turn us down?"

Dahlia did not answer.

Chloe and I were pushed inside the cell as we were led to the very last cell in the row and the bars were slammed shut once they were latched. As I watched them leave, the two female warriors went their separate ways.

Following the act of placing Chloe on the solitary confinement facility's minuscule bed, I immediately collapsed due to exhaustion. I had a terrible want to cry, but I couldn't bring myself to do it since I was so tired. The arduous journey that we were forced to do in order to arrive here only served to make matters more difficult; the wounds on my body continued to cause me pain and were seeping blood.

I attempted to have a conversation with my wolf, Dahlia; are you able to heal us?

She sobbed, "I'm too feeble after everything," indicating that she would require a significant amount of time.

After offering her a mental acknowledgment, I terminated our connection. When I turned around to face the bed, I saw that Chloe had fallen asleep while still holding fluffy in her hand.

I rested there on the ground and reflected on the happenings in my life for a while. There were several questions sent my way.

Is the goddess of the moon really going to punish me for this? Why am I the silver wolf who is under a curse? Why do I have another chance at love if I'm just going to end up getting turned down again? Just who is he? What exactly is this package? Is he not much of an Alpha at all? Or will he turn out to be even more disappointing than Alpha Thomas and turn his back on me? Will I ever find the joy that's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember?

As I laid there pondering my plight, I wished I had quick solutions to the difficulties that were bothering me. I was in a difficult situation.

Dahlia, I murmured, I'm sorry.

Who could say? It was in fact her.

I let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry that you have to put up with a poor person like me who no one wants; you deserve better."

I adore the fact that you are a fellow human being and that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for. Sweetheart, you need to get some rest so that we can be strong for when they decide to harass us later. She mumbled something, and I could tell that she was rolling her eyes at the same time.

nodded, and then made the conscious decision to close my eyes in an effort to slip into the welcoming arms of sleep.

A commotion jolted me awake, and as I looked up, I noticed a man standing in front of the cage with a plate and a bottle of water. I assumed it was the guard. The light that was coming in through the window indicated that it was dawn.

The female inmate who was standing in front of my cell spat and hurled the bottle of water into it while shouting angrily, "So, are you just going to sit there looking like a lost fool?" She had more important things to do than to waste time serving a scoundrel a delicious meal. She forcibly slid the plate under the bars, allowing sand particles to enter as the action raised dust, and I instantly rushed up and grabbed it after it was thrown into the air by the movement.

When she stomped off in a huff, she said, "Don't know why I got to feed that silly rogue!" This caused a ruckus among the other individuals who were being held captive.

I lifted the dish so that I could study the food that was on it. I can state with complete candor that in the entirety of my life, I have never been served with anything that looked or smelled more scrumptiously. Because there was such an abundance of meat in the meal, I hardly paid attention to the liquid that was there in it.

Chloe is going to adore this! I couldn't help but grin to myself as I set the bowl down before going to rouse her awake. As I approached the bed, she yawned and massaged her eyes, but she did not open them. She did this as I gently caressed her.

When she realized it wasn't a dream and that we were genuinely confined to a room, she became overcome with emotion and began to cry. "I had a very scary dream last night, mama, that someone locked us all up in a cell, and..."

I hugged her and said, "Please don't cry, my love, everything will be all right. It's okay baby."

She broke down in tears, asking, "Will we ever be happy?"

Because I was at a loss for words, I responded to her enquiry by saying, "They brought food." This allowed me to sidestep her question.

When I put the bowl in front of her and said, "Meat," she beamed with joy and happiness. She didn't waste any time in consuming everything, and as a result, I was left with nothing.

I turned around after hearing a snort coming from the direction of the jail that was directly across from me. I couldn't get a good enough look at the people in it, but I could tell that the voice belonged to a man. "You must be a unique one," the voice remarked. This time, he stood up and moved closer to the bars of his cage. I was able to see his grubby face once his head was no longer obscured by the tangled mass of dirty blonde hair that covered it.

I mumbled something to the effect of "I am not exceptional, who are you."

"A prisoner like you, but I haven't won the favor of the monarch like you seemed to have done," he said. "I've been here as long as you have."

I inquired, "Which king are you referring to?" while staring at him as if he had grown extra heads; he couldn't possibly understand what he was talking about.

He let out a snort, "Are you going to play a game with me, or what? Naturally, the king himself."

Before asking, you gave me the evil eye and I shook my head "Where exactly am I at this moment?

He introduced them all by saying, "This is the Black Fang pack, and the Alpha King is the leader of the pack."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I was surprised when he brought it up, and I asked, "What Alpha King?"

He scoffed at me once again before saying, "You know, the fearless, the daring."

Oakley Ortiz, who holds the titles of both Alpha and Alpha king, is often referred to as the King of Alphas.

I approached Chloe and sat down on the bed next to her before asking, "What's he like?" Although I was familiar with the name of the Alpha King, I had never really spoken with him.

He shook his head and said, "Intense black eyes, and his wolf is a black wolf that is exceedingly enormous!" he said after shaking his head.

bright, dark eyes! A massive, jet-black wolf. The man continued to talk, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because I had just understood that I was in the domain of the Alpha King, who was also my mate. As a result, I was rendered incapable of hearing what he said.

Oakley’s POV

While I was bending down to pick up my shorts to put them on, I shifted into my human form in an effort to silence my wolf's protests. I did this so that I could put on my shorts.

In spite of my best efforts, I was unable to piece together what had transpired the night before. I had been seeking for her for for ten years, beginning when I was sixteen, and I had finally found her. However, when I finally met her, I was shocked to find out that she was a rare silver wolf who was both a weak omega and a rogue. I had never expected her to be like this. She possessed all of the incorrect combinations of the characteristics that I never want in a mate, and as a result, I was unable to accept her.

You've got to be kidding me, man; I can't believe what I'm hearing! My wolf, Finn, growled at Oakley and said, "You are such a fucking moron."

As I make my way to the pack house, I come to the conclusion that I will ignore his criticism. Because of the way that I dealt with our traveling companion, he was and still is furious with me. When she rubbed against us, he came close to purring along with her, but I was able to keep him from doing so by exercising perfect control. When she did, I felt the flames as well.

You, you dickhead, are making me really upset right now! He would not stop complaining about how now that we have finally seen her, you have ruined it. We have been waiting for her for years. You even gave the order to lock her up, which is very badass. You have some serious issues! The man threw up.

Finn, I'm not feeling unwell at all! We are not allowed to have an omega as our mate, much less a rogue in addition to that. She couldn't even defend herself when I was being hard on her, and lord, she's a silver wolf; she's abnormal. She's a weak fucking wolf, and she's abnormal. It was necessary for me to answer him this one time. She is a rogue omega as well as a crazy wolf with a bad attitude.

You are just as sick as I am! He yelled at you once more, demanding to know what the devil had transpired to you.

I have no idea! The moon goddess must be playing a joke on me because she won't end up becoming my partner.

He spoke softly and said, "You really need to give this some consideration. She is stunning, and I have no doubt that there is more to her than what you perceive about her.

I couldn't help but agree with him that she was rather beautiful. When I was back there, for a short while, I came dangerously close to becoming swamped in those green orbs.

I explained to him, "Finn, we are not allowed to have her. I will proceed according to the established protocol in the event that you do not want your companion. Now, please be quiet. I require tranquility." I disconnected the line in order to silence his mutterings, and it worked.

When I got closer to the pack house, I heaved a breath of relief and picked up the speed of my walk. Along the way, a few of the warriors on patrol greeted me, but I ignored them because I was in a rush to go to my mother's house as soon as possible and didn't have time for friendliness.

As I made my way into the pack home, I could make out a few voices screaming out "Alpha, Alpha." When I turned around in annoyance to see who they were, it turned out that I was actually two of the female warriors who I had been on patrol with the previous night.

I questioned indignantly, evidently conveying my irritation with the situation, "What exactly is it? Be quick about it."

They greeted him with a salute and a modest bow before addressing him as "Your highness." The next question that was posed to them was, "The rogue that we captured the night before, what should we do with her and her pup?"

Gosh! As soon as I realized that I had entirely blocked out the memory of seeing her with a child, my eyes widened, and I immediately became curious about the reason why she had a child.

I questioned them because, despite the fact that I didn't want her, I couldn't bring myself to expose her to conditions that were awful. "Have you completed everything in the manner in which I directed you? Added a mattress to the holding cell? And gave her some food and blankets to keep her warm?" I said.

They stated that, "Yeah, Alpha. Is there anything further that has to be done after this?"

I responded with a firm "No" while shaking my head and added, "Just make sure nobody approaches her and no damage comes to her; if the opposite occurs, I will have your heads."

I responded with "Yes, Alpha" as they nodded their heads. When I was stopped for a second time, I was about to turn around and continue moving in the same way I was traveling before I was stopped.

Later I was detained for a second time.

The moment Camilla spoke a "Ahemm," I was immediately able to identify her as my Beta. "What's so fantastic about her?" she sniffed in mock surprise. She was the only person who had the guts to attempt to gain my attention in such a way, saying, "Caring for the rogue, I see."

As she proceeded to obstruct my way, I yelled at her, "Get out of my way quickly, Camilla; I don't have time for this!"

She turned her head to look at me and asked, "Is she your partner?"

I used my Alpha voice to address her, telling her, "Get out of my fucking way!" "What I think of her has nothing to do with what you think of her!"

She didn't waste much time in obeying my orders because she was well aware that she wouldn't be shielded from my wrath in any way.

I continued walking forward while cursing in the vain hope that no one would try to stop me because the inconvenient detours were making me increasingly irate.

After arriving there without any difficulties, I went straight to her apartment without any further wait.

I quickly covered my eyes and said, "What the heck, mum!" as I tried to protect myself from what I had just seen. Not every young man would be overjoyed to watch his mother engage in sexual activity with another man.

I was uneasy as I stood there with my arms covering my face as she yelled in horror, "Oakley." I heard rustling in the background during that time. "You might have been able to mind connect me," she said.

She yelled at the male warrior that she was with, saying, "You may open your eyes now son," and I could hear hurried footfalls in the background.

After listening to what she had to say, I opened both of my eyes and turned to face her while snorting "Are you serious, mom? You must be in your 60s if you're still active in the bedroom scene." I went on with a condescending tone.

What gives, my child, because you appear so stiff?" She responded by frowning and saying, "Leave me alone, child," and then she snorted and said, "A lady's got to do what a lady's got to do."

When getting closer to the bed, I realized what had just happened, and rather than sitting down on it, I decided to lean against the wall instead. What did you say was wrong? She inquired about this while giggling at my antics while sitting on the bed.

I heaved a sigh and said to her, "I met my partner. She is a Silver Wolf, an Omega, and a Rogue all in one."

"Is that a wolf with silver fur?"

"Yes, mum, and I don't know what to do," was the response I gave.

She scowled at me with her eyebrows arched and then said, "What exactly do you mean when you say that you are at a loss for what to do? You have finally located what you have been looking for, but you are at a loss as to what you should do next."

In response, I said, "Silver wolves are believed to be abominations, omegas are as weak as fuck, Rogues are not to be trusted, they are slime and she is all of this, I am going to reject her." I could sense Finn's annoyance at my statements.

Do not even begin! I attempted to warn him.

Candance heard my mother yelling at her, "You are not going to act in such a way! I forbid you to turn down a girl from a low-income background!"

He responded to his mother by stating, "Mum, you can't tell me what to do; I'm the King."

"And I am the queen," she said proudly.

"Mum…"

She questioned me by saying, "Tell me what she is like," and she repeated the question to ensure that I realized that she was being serious.

I complimented her appearance by telling her, "She's attractive," and then I went on to say, "She smelled like honey and rose petals, and she had lovely green eyes and an innocent face, and her hair was pale blonde, and she appeared to carry the burdens of the world."

My mother got to her feet and walked over to me while uttering the words, "She sounds great but broken."

Where is she at this time?

"Somewhere..." I mumbled to myself. I didn't want her to find out that I had given the order for my partner to be detained because I didn't want her to be angry with me.

Where can I find the answer?

No, mama, I lied.

She put her hands on my face and said, "I can't compel you to go against your wants, kid. However, I would urge that you take things slowly and examine your options before you make a decision." She then removed her hands from my face.

I smiled at her and said, "I'll be your mother," and she responded with a grin.

She went on to say, "I will prepare a great meal for you sweetheart, but I know you are terribly exhausted after your patrol all night, so go get some rest." Although she promised to make you a delicious breakfast, she also urged you to rest.

After giving her a peck on the cheek, I exited her quarters and proceeded to mine.

I had just gotten out of the shower when I entered my room, where I saw a magnificent breakfast all laid out for me. I got closer to it while taking in the heady scent of the amazing perfume; there was a letter scrawled on the tray.

Sweetheart, I hope you enjoy your breakfast, and please don't forget what we talked about earlier.

I love you -Mom

I read the message with a grin and then proceeded to sit down at the table, but I failed to see that my towel was still wrapped around my waist. I focused all of my concentration on the pleasure of eating my breakfast, and for a brief period of time, I forgot that Finn was angry with me and that I had a mate that I didn't want.

Candance’s POV

"Will he even make an effort to get in touch with me?" I pondered the locations of my friend as I sat on the frigid floor of the prison and made patterns in the sand with my fingers.

At this time, I've been in this location for at least a week. Because I stopped keeping track of the days, I had no idea how long we were there, but the longer we were there, the less comfort we were provided. We were no longer in possession of a mattress, blankets, or food that was supplied on a consistent basis.

Both Chloe and I were famished, and neither of us had ever before had such an intense want for food in our lives. I questioned whether this was his new method of torturing us because we were no longer given even the inadequate thin bread and soup that was served to the other prisoners.

When I turned to face Steven after hearing him say, "Hello, Candance," he had already moved to a position where he was standing relatively near to the bars of his cage. As he continued, he threw the water bottle in my direction and said, "Here you go." He made a reasonably accurate throw, and as is his wont, the ball landed relatively close to its target.

I whispered "Thank you very much" as I walked to pick it up, which was extremely kind of you.

I went back to Chloe's seat after getting the bottle out of the car. I crouched down next to her, and she turned her head to look at me.

She had reduced her caloric intake, which led to her weight loss. She took delivery of the bottle after I had already started drinking from it. Since we had stopped being given food, we had found ourselves falling into a routine. Chloe received the water that Steven had presented to us, which I then offered to her.

He had been a big asset. At first, I didn't take a liking to him because he seemed to be constantly interested in my connection to the King, and I didn't put much stock in the fact that he was a rogue. Despite this, I became accustomed to him, and due to the proximity of our cells to one another, he was the only one I could communicate with.

Even though I have some reservations about him due to the fact that he is a male, there are bars between us and some distance between us, which means that he is unable to harm me.

I watched as Chloe emptied the full bottle of water into the sink, after which she put it to the side. While looking at me, she wiped her lips with the palm of her hand.

She questioned me while staring at me with a worried expression on her face, "Where do you stand, mother? You never fail to provide me with everything."

I gave her a sorrowful grin and reassured her, "Don't worry baby, I will be okay. I just want to make sure that you do not become terribly hungry."

Do you think we're going to be all right, fluffy? She gave it a friendly smile and nodded at me before gazing down at Fluffy and telling me, "Fluffy says it's going to be okay, mama."

I just nodded at her and went back to where I was sitting since I was unable to tell her that the thing couldn't talk or that if we continued acting in this manner, it was inevitable that we would die here in this location.

When I turned back to gaze at Steven, she was questioning me once again, "What are you thinking about?"

I let out a sigh. "Nothing." I then questioned him, shifting the conversation's focus. I didn't want him to grill me with questions or to make an effort to listen in on what I was thinking.

He remarked, "A lot of extremely terrifying things."

What is it like?

Child, there are some things you do not want to know.

"Don't call me a kid!" I yelled at him, and he chuckled and said, "You are just a bit older than me."

In his defense, "You are not aware of it.

So, how old are you currently, exactly?

When he said, "About 400 years old," I let out an audible gasp of amazement. Although he gave off the impression of being quite youthful, there is no way that he could be so old.

I dared him, telling him, "You never tell the truth; are you some kind of vampire?" It made me laugh.

Actually, part werewolf and half vampire, he continued as I gaped in shock because I had never before come across a hybrid. I was shocked because I had never before come across a hybrid.

I nodded in agreement as he laughed and asked, "Shocked?!"

As I questioned him once more, "So, what are you in for?" he whimpered and then threw a low gaze at me.

"I don't want to talk about it, but I am here because someone dislikes me," he said with a wry smile.

Oh. "Who is your partner? Is she not concerned at all?" I said while wringing my hands and twiddling my fingers.

He said it in a hushed tone, "She has been gone for a hundred years now."

I was at a loss for words other than "I'm sorry" to offer him so I told him that.

He heaved a breath of relief and said to himself, "At least I got a taste of what it felt like to love someone." She was the most amazing person he had ever encountered.

I couldn't think of what to say to him so I just grinned at him and contemplated whether or not I would ever know what it was like to love or be loved. When I looked over at Chloe, I saw that she was fast asleep. The gnawing sensations of hunger drew me back to the here and now.

This time it was Steven who questioned me, and she wanted to know, "What are you in for?" His tone was scornful as he asked, "What on earth could you have possibly done to be held captive with your child?"

I was hesitant to continue because I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted him to know the truth. Did I have sufficient faith in him to tell him the truth? Were there any secrets that I could reveal to him? I'm here because someone else despises me.

He was amused, "You are deceiving people. You are his mate, aren't you?"

How was he able to tell? When I listened to his comments, my heart skipped a beat, and I noticed that my breathing became more rapid. I lied to him and said, "I'm merely here because someone dislikes me," even though I had never told him that I was not his mate. I explained my deception by saying that I was simply here because someone dislikes me.

You are lying, and since I was bothered by the fact that he was aware of it, I told him, "I am not Steven." How many more people are aware of this? I worried to myself, what if he believes I told everyone and comes down here to kill me because he thinks I told everyone else?

Why do I hear him approaching when other warriors on guard are shouting, "Your highness, she's in the last cell?" if you are not his mate?

Shit! I'm in deep trouble! Together with the loud beating of feet, his words could be heard, and when his perfume drifted into my nostrils, I felt a rush of pleasure that was rapidly overtaken by horror.

Gosh! Dahlia, do you have any idea what he's going to do? We are about to have our first encounter with him, and I have no idea what to expect from it. My words were overheard by Dahlia.

"I'm scared too, Candance," said a voice that sounded extremely worn out from the lack of food and the presence of wolfsbane and silver in our system, both of which were making her weaker over time.

Steven smirked as he retreated into the shadows of the cell and said, "Don't lie to me, he's really close now; I saw your face when you spotted him."

I instantly jumped to my feet out of dread, raced to Chloe's cell, and laid down next to her while pretending to be asleep. As his footsteps got closer and closer, I could hear them becoming closer and closer.

I could smell him more strongly now that he was in front of my cell, and I could hear his steps stopping now that he was in front of my cell.

Wow, Dahlia whispered under her breath, he has a wonderful aroma.

I just lied there, rolling my eyes at her the whole time. If only he had an angelic demeanor to match his behavior, then I would have to concede that she was correct in her assessment that he did smell like heaven.

"I know you aren't asleep," he said in a booming voice that was so deep and pleasant to listen to. I was about to purr along with Dahlia when he yelled, "Come forward," but I held my ground instead.

He sputtered and growled, "I said come forward!" I immediately got to my feet, lowered my head, and started walking toward him. I was too terrified to look up, so I kept my attention focused on the impeccable shoes he was wearing. I could tell he had incredibly big feet just by looking at the size of his shoes because they were so big.

He retorted in a tone that was just as authoritative as Alpha Thomas's, "Look at me. Don't make me elaborate on what I just said." I recoiled in fright and took a few steps backwards.

He growled before yanking his hand away as if he had just come into contact with filth, and he said, "Now, fucking look at me!" as he reached his hand between the bars of the cell and grabbed me, drawing me closer to him. "Now, fucking look at me!" Sparks shot up my arm, and I know that he felt them as well since he told me so.

When I turned to face him, I observed that he was extremely tall; in fact, he was taller than the majority of men I had ever been across. If being gorgeous were a crime, he would be hung from the gallows for sure. I'd never met someone like this before. He had a beautiful formed face, a tanned skin, well-arched brows, deep black eyes that were the same as when we first saw him, a pointed nose, and well-shaped lips that were a light shade of pink. All of these features contributed to his overall attractive appearance. I was curious by his grin and saw that he had a touch of stubble on his face.

I should not have reached out my hand to him in an attempt to touch him and experience what he was going through because that was a really stupid mistake on my part.

I retreated while sobbing and he gave me an angry look before yelling, "Keep your fucking hands to yourself!"

After mustering up the courage to inquire "Why?", I said "We are mates."

"We are unable to."

Not even this time, I muttered under my breath.

He approached the cage and asked, "Explain to me what you mean when you say not again."

I probed, but then changed the subject since I didn't want to confess that I had been with someone else in the past.

Because you are an omega, a rogue, miserable, and probably a whore as well since I have no idea how in the hell you got that kid in addition to having that kid, because I have no idea how the hell you got that kid.

In reaction to his insulting allegations, I yelled out while my voice shook, "I am not a whore."

He asked, "What is your name?" (What is your name?)

"Candance."

"Your name in its entirety, Candance" — Candance Mitchell

He let out a humming sound and then said, "Excellent, I'm going to reject you."

My chest started to hurt quite severely when he whispered something. I wanted to plead with him not to, and I wanted to assure him that I would do all in my power to stop him from turning his back on me.

Because I am the Alpha King, I do not require a mate such as yourself. And you are going to take the news of my rejection in stride and move on without me; there is no way that we can be together.

He told me to "Stop your crying, it is fucking aggravating!" and I started crying even more as the words came out of his mouth.

Do you understand that, mutt? After receiving the negative feedback, you are going to leave and never come back to my sphere of influence again.

As I watched him carry out the task that I dreaded the most, I gave him a slight nod of approval.

When asked to introduce himself, Oakley Ortiz said, "I, Oakley Ortiz, deny you Candance Mitchell. The Alpha King of the Werewolf Society, the most powerful individual in the pack after the Wolf's Council, and the Alpha of the Black Fang pack are all titles that belong to this individual..."

He was unable to finish his sentence because the room was suddenly flooded with brilliant white light and there was a jarring gust of wind that pushed me back against the wall. Both of these events prevented him from finishing his sentence.