The Rogue Alpha's Forbidden Mate

By Clinton Emscent

"I will have you, now and forever"

His voice echoed in her ears and their eyes never blinked nor parted from each other.

Logan couldn't believe that he actually said that because he felt it— he never had. He wasn't just a mutated Alpha King who couldn't shift into a real wolf, unlike every other Alpha, he hadn't any prescribed Luna and couldn't feel the need for one, was this curse getting broken, or was there something else about this human whose eyes loomed with danger, detest, rage, and lust?

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Jan 12, 2023

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CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE

LAST TIME IN CUBA

WINTER 1971, SIERRA MAESTRA, SOUTHEASTERN CUBA

The whirling helicopters were above his head, flying over the branches of the trees, with their headlight missing his steps, and he ran faster than them, swaying through the thick mountain that ran westward from the far side of the south of the oriente province in southeast cuba, with an upward transition from the coast.

Military vehicles were on his tail, flashing lights on their path as they chased the man. Trees fell, the paths were cleared off of vegetation, the night was cold as ice, but driven by a burning desire– kept them afloat.

But they weren't his problem, at least for the moment because there was a bigger reason to flee; these beasts were chasing him and they ran behind the scenes in the dark. It was just their perfect place and he would bee damned if they caught up with him.

The man ran through the thick shrubs, breathing heavily, hitting the ground hard with his bare foot. He seemed heavy, but he was damn fast, his back was turned to his enemies, and they wondered if the cold night affected him, or strengthened him.

The man could no longer see a straight path to run on, even though he was fast, the flashlights moved before him, he gritted his teeth in anger, he hated the light, and the noises, especially the ones that the helicopter made. Thongs and tree nails scratched through his hard skin, taking souvenirs of his blood, before his skin made them Innocent and free of blood shed. His ears were disturbed, his eyes ever searching for a quicker and better path as his legs took him on that ride.

He couldn't take it anymore, he uprooted a palm tree from the corner, clenching his hands around it as he mustered up enough strength to spin around and dash it upward to the helicopter, its speed were of his, as if he had effected it… the pilot didn't see it coming! He steered, warning signals! Beeps! It was too late! The tree hit the body, causing it to go sideways as its blades cut through tree tops which descended on a military vehicle at the back; the second helicopter was behind, its blade slashed through the steel, on the verge of turning away from it! The pilot is affected! The helicopter swiped and swinged down from the tree tops, destroying itself with fire as it enclosed the gap between earth and the sky, the flames and smokes went up immediately, halting the other helicopter from motion, he either turned… but it was too late, the helicopter could only take too much… more fire! More smokes, more clatter! More ashes!

The man smiled at his win; it just became a fair fight. He slashed through the mountain as he let the moon illuminate his path.

His eyes flickered and he turned to his left path where he met his potential threats.

A pack of six werewolves stood in front of him and circled him in no time. They were in their full wolf forms and they had different fur colors and sizes, and their deep growling validated their anger.

The man looked at all of them one by one and as he continued panting he made no move to escape just because he didn't want to, but unfortunately he had more enemies to worry about.

Oh come on, I shouldn't be running from you too! He growled.

A big red-golden furred wolf stepped out and dropped his jaw to show his sharp and deadly fangs. We have you now, you are not going anywhere the wolf communicated to him through a mind link.

The man smiled and calmed down. Is that so? Have you forgotten who I am?

You are nothing but a rogue—

He cut the wolf short. I'm the Alpha, and I ask you to back down, now he commanded.

Hmm. Are you ignorant or are you stupid? I am an Alpha! And you can't give me commands moreover, you are not the Alpha King anymore… the wolf walked closer to the man.

That doesn't change the fact that I am capable of slaying you and your pack right now! He gritted his teeth.

Tell me, what would you do? You can't even shift to a real wolf. You don't belong here, rogue

I will pardon you today just because I have some bitter visitors, but I promise you this, we will settle and I will rip your heart out and shove it into your mouth

Say that to your mate. Oh, I forgot, you have none. Poor you

I have lived for centuries, do you seriously think that I care about a mate?

No I think you have been denied a honourable and good thing every Alpha needs to have, a Luna

The man motioned to attack, but his bitter enemies were near.

Hate to break it to you, but next time! He said and ran away.

He kept on running, but he'd crested a ridge on his survival run. He reached up to the crest of the mountain which descended down the seemingly bottomless dark valley; an end point.

The vehicles approached, and the doors were opened as the men dropped the remaining distance to their feet. Fully armed, masked, except their leader, one big man, who stood in front of them.

He chuckled under his breath as the man turned around to face them and with a burning sensation in his eyes, he strained his hands, tightening the muscles of his arms as blood pumped through his blood vessels.

A little moment of observing these armed men as the moon surged behind two loose clouds apart, flooding thin, cold light over the woods drawing the man's figure.

He had sharp features, tall, well built, with a balanced weight, and the men stayed put as the light swelled over his broad shoulders.

Their leader stepped forward, he looked fearful, with a mark across his eyes. He had short and stiff hair, with a bristly chin propped with white beards.

The two men looked more like giants to the rest of the men because of their muscular features, but their prey seemed to be more natural, and real, he was taller, larger and looked younger.

I have chased you for years, Logan, you have given the CIA a tough time, and me too… the man said as cold smoke poured out with his words.

CHAPTER 2

I'm not a bad guy, Twain! And you know that! Logan muttered through clenched teeth. His words were evenly stressed, musical you could say; a typical irish accent.

His words seemed to have stricken a nerve, But you're the damn God-father! you are at the top but leave your cartels and all the mafian clans under you to carry out the dirty works… he retorted.

Logan's breathing was never calming down, but Twain was pretty breezy. Billionaires like you don't give a damn 'bout how they get the money. You're an international menace Logan, you're on top of every government's wild dogs list, and guess what…? He brought out a gun from his holder.

Logan gritted his teeth, he knew what it was. It was a M1911 Browning Pistol, with a standard .45 bullet which could yield a thrust wild enough to crack a bone, or end a life instantly.

Twain brought the gun close to his nose, and scanned through the gun with his eyes ``This is yours isn't it?... He looked at Logan Hmm is funny how a Mafia Don is going to go down by his own gun… he chuckled. But really painful, that you're going to get wasted high up in the mountains of Cuba… now you know how it feels to be hunted… even though you never hunted people personally…" he stuck his nose into the air with a satisfying inhale.

You know, Christ died for our sins… maybe you could do the same now for your men. Die for their sins Logan he dropped the gun to his side.

Logan looked over his shoulders, and at the sides, there was no way of escape.

Twain brought out another gun, sliding the browning pistol into his holder. But I'm more than that… he cocked his Glock .45 Caliber G.A.P which ensured automatic shots of about 10 rounds that could be shot continuously with one trigger.

Make your death painless… he pointed the gun at Logan whose heart throbbed up his shoulders.

Get down on your knees and surrender… you're going down now he commanded.

Logan dropped down his shoulders, letting his arms hang at the sides of his body without bringing them close to his sides.

He inhaled the cold wind and exhaled through his nose and mouth, letting out a slightly thick fog.

He dropped down his face, still for a moment as a grumbling sound was heard. Twain furrowed his eyebrows, holding up his gun with a tighter grasp. Maybe he was saying a prayer; he thought.

But a rustling sound was heard under Logan's feet. He looked to see his feet enlarging, followed by his entire legs, it seemed like the bones just enlarged and changed structures, and then, to his utmost surprise, his eyes widened with a gasp as dark brown claws had their way out from his toes.

W-hat what the… Twain stammered as his heart beat increased, and he clenched his gun with two hands, live wires of fear crusted through his blood lines.

His ears elongated, spurring out white gold furs around it, furs swelled around the sides of his face, running down to his chest, stopping to spread over and continuing until the navel, his neck was veiled with hairs which poured over his shoulders. His claws were long, sharp, hard and whitish.

Many men, even before your time, have tried. Including my kind… I'm not going down today Twain… he said, as he lifted up his head.

His upper fang elongated down below his lower lips, and he was graced with a golden ring-like glowing eyes.

They were all transfixed by his beasty presence, he could hear everything, including their throbbing heart beats, he could taste the fear in their bloods.

They were crinkled up with utter disbelief and extreme veneration. Suddenly, they had become the prey and threatened; but guns were clasped tightly, each man maintaining his stance,under shivering hands, weight on the shoulder, overwhelmed by the terror of the night, in anticipation for the order.

A line of smile spread across his lips as he parted his jaws, letting his fangs visible to the eyes of the already phobia-submerged.

He howled into the moon, but he was alone. He didn't need anyone, and he was ready.

Then…

CRACK!!!

A sonic boom, as the projectile stirred through the air at supersonic speed

Heart beats slowed, a deep inhale and exhale of smoke through his mouth and nose, the sound was almost piercing.

The bullet effortlessly slipped out from his chest, fallon onto the meadow grass…

Fire!! Screams of war from the soldiers and bullets, each at it's own speedy pace.

But where was the man? There was no monster at the crest… How could five dozens of trained soldiers be hallucinating??

Did he just disappear into thin air? Fear gripped them all, their teeth clatter, and their body shivered. Who was going to get ripped apart first?

Arrrgghhh!! A painful cry followed with cracks of gunshots, the lights from shots glittering on their fear ridden bloodied faces, each representing the blood of his fallen comrade splashed on his face as the monster roared all over them, circling them around as he penetrated their bodies with his deadly claws. He doesn't stop! He tossed them like they were nothing. Damaging a couple of soldiers at once, he flinged them out like a dust mote flicked from a window ledge. Even his feet were strong, a dive and hit with his feet pulled the soldiers to the ground as he pierced their chests with foot claws.

The noises had died out, a few hearts still breathing, but stopped. He could only hear one… he turned to Twain growling and panting.

Twain stepped back, eyes wide open, he gulped, as Logan leaned forward, even his presence was a threat, his blood stained body frightening… Twain looked into his golden glowing eyes even though it looked special and alluring… the bearer was a beast!

You should have left when you had the chance. He lifted the man up in a single sweep above ground level, Twain gasped as his hands were tightened around his neck, he made choking sounds, a plea of mercy insinuated from his frail eyes and dying breath, but the beast buried his sharp fangs into his thick skin, penetrating his cervical vertebrae. The man dropped down on the ground with a silent thud.

Logan stood before the columns of the moonlight through the tree canopies, and he let out a sharp, satisfying exhale.

His hands were dirted with blood dripping down from his claws onto the green ground. The men laid wasted as there was an ever flowing of blood from their wounds.

He looked over his shoulder, even the crickets were quiet, the wind hushed into his ear, he could hear every little sound; something was coming! He pulled back, and sweeped off of the mountain crest.

CHAPTER 3

A Price They Pay

CAMILA'S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, completely taken aback by my own figure. Suddenly, it seemed that I wasn't the owner of this body.

I admired and praised my own body. I was in love with it and liked the idea of self pleasure. What could be better? I was addicted to my body, always busy with my self, and I had no need of getting saved from it.

I looked over the bed and wished that the man did better. He wasn't man enough, and that is why I had to pull the trigger and make a hole right on his forehead.

I walked back slowly to my bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress and foam stimulated my member, I moved slowly, letting it arouse and pleasure me more as I fondled my tits which were getting the cringe up again, as I parted my lips to let out breathed moans. I shut my eyes as I led my right hand down; uh huh I moaned as my finger started sliding in effortlessly, curling up to my clit, I was jolted by a knock on the door, almost like a shock wave.

I reached for my panties, and slid it on immediately but the line went under and deep to my jelly roll, I didn't want that sensation again! , At least for now. I put on a transparent singlet, and pushed the man down to the side of the bed, covering his lifeless body with two thick bed sheets.

Knock! Knock!

Whoever it was, sure was looking for my trouble. Damn! It was only 7am! Was it how they treated their customers? I gritted, murmuring Go away! Through clenched teeth.

The voice behind the door was muffled. They seemed eager to open the door… my brain tweaked, and I reached for my purse, bringing out my B&T's veterinarpistole VP9, and fastened the silencer.

I tiptoed to the door, holding the gun against the wall. There was no opening to see who it was. But I was ready.

I exhaled as I held the door knob to a slight 360° and pushed it open!

Damn it! I exclaimed, running my fingers on my bone straight blonde hair

I - I-m sorry ma'am she stammered, as she extended her hand to me which was occupied with a black file.

I brought my eyes down to it and up to her again. She gulped, as her eyes deepened in anxiety. She hadn't even seen my gun yet as I pressed it against the wall behind the door.

Mandy where did you get that? I questioned, straightening my face.

She opened her mouth, forcing her vocals, but no words were spoken

Snap out of it Mandy, I'm not a monster. Are you going to tell me where you got that or do you want to see the monster in me? I threatened, with a mischievous smile.

She shook her head persistently um a gentleman dropped it and drove off, I ,I didn't see his face, and he didn't say who he was , sorry… she pleaded

Drove off… ? She nodded. Car type?

A black Bentley Flying Spur Speed, ma'am.

I tucked the gun behind, inside my pants. I will take it… I took the file from her hand, she was relieved, she thanked me. You can go, now I closed the door and flinged the file on the bed.

Sons of bitches I snarled, as I sat down on the bed with my hands swiping down on my face.

I glanced at the room, and sighed; I needed to do something, other than open that god-damned file!

I was reminded that it was morning time through the beep on my Breitling Cockpit B50. I wore it all the time because of the nature of my job, and had set the alarm for 7:30am.

I sprung up from the bed stretching my body, and clicking the bones on my neck. After a satisfying twist and turns, I went to the window. The curtain was heavy and barely had illumination pierced through it…

I grabbed the sheets, drawing the curtains apart and the room was immediately awashed with morning sunlight.

I crossed the room, heading to the door just across the room, and opened wide, the glass door leading out to the exotic swimming pool, but first my nostrils were blessed with the sweet breath of the morning.

Most times I was here, it made me feel that the world is as bright as the light of the morning sun, even brighter, and the darkest of hearts can find light in the world, but not me, there was no redemption for me, I would reluctantly pass, unto the space, to deep my body into the cold water, served with the purest and exotic wines, with specially made cakes, and fruit juice, for breakfast.

I had taken over the hotel after I killed the owner, and now, I enjoyed the hotel, but I didn't care about how they managed it, there were managers. All I did was take over the hotel, nothing else.

The pool was restricted to the public, I was the only one who had access, and a door was made from my room so I could walk into the pool easily, and anytime.

A trivial moment later after I was immersed in the goodness of the pool on my body, a commotion arising from the restricted entrance got my attention.

I looked over my shoulder to see two figures, one hastily, rushing to halt the other from getting in. But it was too late, he was already in,and he was going to see me, whoever it was would regret not obeying the rules.

Good morning… The voice was familiar, one I detested. I came out of the pool in a bikini as spars of water columned down my body spirally.

The man must have stopped his speech to fix his attention on the body of a goddess. Men, they were all the same. My body was wet, and water dripped from top to bottom. My nipples pucked out, and the light bra hugged it.

I was slim fit, and had radiating skin, blue eyes and full upper and lower lip with no very accentuated cupid's bow but rounded upper lip.

My nudity was enough to lure them, no matter how faithful and loyal they were to their partners.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, smiling at the man as he extended his hand for a handshake.

And who might you be? I liked using words in sentences abnormally.

His face was lit, and he brought out a badge. Detective pearson

I growled under my nose, suppressing my breath and veiling it with a chuckle.

I glanced at Mandy, her face was turned down to the earth, as if she was pleading to die a peaceful death, she wished she could just disappear.

Mandy love, what did I tell you about allowing strangers and the cops in here? I said, smiling at the man. Mandy knew better than anyone, she dared not talk, but poor girl, her body couldn't handle the willies.

Formalities aside, what can I do for you detective pearson?

He reached for his pocket behind his back…Formalities can't get aside… he brought out a handcuff and the tone in his voice changed, his face threatened me, or should I say; he tried to.

Damn it! I hated seeing those! It was like a tumor to my brain and opened the gates of hell I'd rather have closed.

Camila Lipa, you're under arrest for two counts of murder in the past three days, and … he stepped closer you know the rest… he leaned closer. You have the right to remain silent. Whatever you say or do… in no time, he was in possession of a SIG Sauer P320 pistol, cautiously.

Will be used against you in the court of law

He motioned to take my hands, I shrinked away with a snarl Seriously! Are you going to arrest me in a bikini? Bitch I'm naked! I loosed the towel, slipping my fingers in my pant so it could loosen down.

The towel slipped down from my legs as my pant loosed going down a bit to sufficiently reveal my groin, he panned down, and I gave him an uppercut immediately which broke his nose, I kicked out the gun from his hand, slid out my gun behind my pant, and pointed it right at his head.

He cowered at the sight of the gun, raising his two hands over his head… Ca … Ca-... I pulled the trigger at once and his body fell on my feet.

I had slid the gun to my pant when Mandy came to my room and forgot to take it out, so when he brought out a gun, I remembered that I had one behind, I just needed to distract him!

Such a waste… didn't even get the chance to ride on your boner

I crossed over his body, leaning close to Mandy, who was whimpering. Help me clean up this mess as usual, and always keep your mouth shut… I nibbled on her ears, slurping my tongue on her neck. she squirmed I like you, and I will have a taste of your punani soon enough, okay?

I went back to the room and ripped the file apart. A military wireless earbud retrieved from it was clogged in my ear.

I pressed a tiny button 'I'm on'

'you have your next assignment Camila'

'details?'

'not much yet. But what we know is that he has something we need. And his assets would be valuable to us. We believe he is connected to the Chinese cartel. He might be the weakest of the link. Source says he's been hiding under the shadows, he might be more than we think he is, but we believe he has money. Be careful.'

'Name?'

'He goes by Reed'

' Green.'

I removed the bud, destroyed it. Took my belongings and barged away.

CHAPTER 4

A Happy Place

LOGAN'S POV

Life, sometimes can be hell, sometimes, can be heaven. But why? I believe even though we do not have control over some certain things in life, we can decide for ourselves whether we want to be happy or not, so to say, hell or heaven, is a choice we all can make. And on the other hand, redemption can be found by anyone who seeked it, the question is, are you ready to be redeemed? Because a lot of people are so cornered in their dark place that they are too blinded to see that they could get out of their darkness, sadly. Those people need someone, someone who can see beyond everyone else, someone who can come into their lives, take their hands, and guide them into the light…

So, do you think you are redeemed?

Hmm. I might not be, but I'm in a happy place… I smiled And that's all that matters

I love it when you smile.

Thank you Mrs lopez…

She opened the door to walk away, then halted at once when her hands abuted on the door knob Logan?

Yes?

She pinpointed her eyebrows, lacing her face with a dart of amazement Why do you prefer the boys quarter?

I stood up from my rickety chair, and opened the curtains before the big window; the landscape was beautiful, colorful plants, trees, animals, you could see squirrels chip about, birds tweet and the wind always pierce through the soul.

Mrs Lopez, peace… I turned back to her with a grin. Here gives me peace more than any other place in this mansion. And I'm never alone, my ears are always blessed with the tunes of the birds, and the waves of the stream down the valley.

You're a fine man, Logan. I wonder when you will get married mmm? Or you want me to find one for you? She smirked.

I immediately objected, throwing my hands in the air, in a joking manner. No ma'am , thanks haha

Well, I'm always around. I doubt you will need a wife, as long as I'm around she seemed pleased to hear those words from her mouth, and she was right.

I chuckled Me too

Your bath is ready and the servants will serve you food there, whatever you want, please call me if you need anything at all

I shook my head, shying away oh my oh my! I can do those things by myself… I damp on the chair You're not my mom… I stressed the last word.

"I haven't even done anything for you, compared to what you have done for me

, Logan."

I stood up from the chair and walked close to her, and with my arms extensively Come here mrs Lopez and with a broad smile, she invaded the little space between us and walked into my arms

Your body is so warm, ohh I feel like staying like this forever

I will always be here, Mrs lopez.

I know… she patted my back, and opened the door.

I wonder what I would do without you

I hope we will never find out a laughter, shared by the both of us issued in and she exited through the door.

I had more than five servants, and honestly, I didn't know if they were really servants, everyone lived well, even better than most people.

Mrs Lopez had been my best friend, and a mother to me. I saved her twenty years ago from her husband who was a gangster, he beat her like an animal, and was going to kill her. She was just a small restaurant owner, the restaurant became my favorite spot because of her, because I felt her pain, and needed to take it away from her.

I saved her, but she didn't know I killed her husband after, he didn't deserve to live, if he lived, he would only trouble them more.

And since then,I have been taking care of her and her three kids, who are all grown ups, in their mid 20's.

Sometimes they say I never age, so I left my hairs, both my facial hairs and my head, so that I could look older. I also tried to use the foods, and herbs as an excuse for always looking young, additionally, I hadn't no worries. But some nights were brutish, when memories of the past hunted me.

When I looked at them, I see peace. They were the reason I was still sane. I smile everyday knowing that I had them, that I had such a lovely family, and I would do anything to keep them safe.

But again, somehow, I didn't see them in my story, and the fact remained, I was very different from them, and it sent the willies to my bones knowing that one day I will watch them grow old and die, and I would be left alone.

I had been living like a morsel even among them, just to keep them safe, because if I was ever sought after, they could be affected.

I left the boys quarter and found myself walking