Sold To The Alpha
A Love spoken Chapter 14

'Why don't you want me' Gabriella demanded again, stamping her foot in anger and heart break, her f The stranger just looked back at her silently, pain evident on his face before slowly reaching out a har Flinching away, Gabriella growled angrily, 'you don't get to act the way you are and then touch me Rog Drawing herself up to her full height, Gabriella glared the stranger as she ignored her howling wolf, lo man fell to his knees in anguish, tears falling from his eyes as he silently howled in pain. Standing there, Gabriella waited for him to stand and accept, but the Rogue just stayed on the floor, h 'You are not even going to have the good grace to accept and let me go?' the Princess demanded angr 'Gabriella?!' came a worried shout from the forest edge, turning back toward the noise, she found hers 'Are you OK?' Nate asked, his voice worried as he checked her over quickly.

Spinning back around, she found herself alone, the volleyball laying on the ground where the strange turned back to the others, who were all watching her worriedly.

'I'm fine, was just looking for the ball and got a bit side tracked' she said with a forced smile. 'Are you sure you are OK?' Nathaniel asked again, suspicion evident on his face.

'Of course I'm sure' Gabriella replied, as she walked the few paces and picked up the ball, 'now lets ge

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led up by her side as she glared at the mute man in front of her. ard her.

e spat, her venom dripped words causing the stranger to flinch away from her. him in the eyes as she said, 'I Gabriella, daughter of the Alpha of Silver Cross pack, hereby reject you, the unnamed Rogue as my mate'. She watched as the

his chest as he rocked himself back and forth.

ting with herself not to step forward and shake the Rogue with her bare hands. rounded by her brother and friends moment's later.

ropped it as he grabbed his chest. Pain sliced through her as she remembered his anguished face from her rejection before she shook herself mentally and

before the meat burns on the barbecue' she added as she pushed her way through them and led the way back into the grassy area.

m view. He had forced himself up and fled at the sound of her friends voices, knowing he was not allowed to be seen by the pack.

Outside of the territory, Rowan found a secluded copse of trees, and dropped to his knees again, hidd Crying silently, he rocked back and forth trying to deal with the pain that was still flowing through him His mind wandered to the memory of her face that was already burned into his mind, she looked so li had smelt her scent, Lilies and cherry blossom, it had been intoxicating but he had fought himself no Moving within the branches, he had accidentally snapped one, drawing her attention He had then rea bristled in jealousy, though he hadn't realised who she was as he had yet to stare into her eyes. Days later he had come face to face with her, his stupid reckless Rogue helpers had decided to enter Silver Cross territory, Rowan growled at the memory, he had been explicit, no-one was to enter the territory or he would deal with them. But they had decided to go against his warnings, and then one of them, Tobias, had threatened her, he had thrown himself at the scrawny mutt as he tried to hurt her, making him submit immediately.

ella at that age. The first time he had seen her, she was running through the forest her pure white wolf only marred by one black patch on her right ear, he to her, he was only in the trees to check on Isabella and her family, just as he did every year to make sure that she was safe.

hat she was Isabella's daughter as she shifted back into a carbon copy of the woman he had loved for so many years. When a male called to her, he had

As Tobias had fled, he had looked into those piercing blue eyes and heard the word he had dreamed of, 'MATE'.

He couldn't believe that after all these years, he had finally found her and just as he had opened his mouth to intuitively shout the word he had waited decades to speak, his voice had failed him.

He had been scared, figuring that was why he couldn't speak, how could the daughter of the woman who had held his heart for so long be his mate? Seeing her, he had realised how wrong he was about his feelings for Isabella, they were nothing compared to this woman in front of him. He suddenly scented the warriors and fled, he couldn't get caught, he didn't want Isabella to know that he was still alive or what he had been forced to do all these years, and now he didn't want his mate to know either.

He had needed to return though, desperation to see her, feel her had consumed him, but again his voice had deserted him when faced with her. she had finally rejected him when he had not been able to claim her, taking his silence as disinterest, tearing his heart out of his chest and he hadn't even been able to utter a word! Why? Why couldn't he speak to her?

He had tried, with everything he had, he had tried to talk, to call to her, grab her in his arms and never let her go but his body would not react, he had been pinned silently in place. He had only been able to reach for her at that moment as it was a movement of sympathy to try and calm her pain but she had flinched away from him as if he was a contamination.

Gulping for air, he stumbled to his feet, swaying slightly as he edged his way out of his hiding spot. A short buzzing noise and vibration by his stomach caught his attention, pulling the old fashioned pager from his belt, he growled angrily, knowing who it was. 'Return to the Council immediately' was all that scrolled across the screen, pulling a small bag from his pocket, Rowan quickly stripped off his clothes, throwing them and the pager into the inside and tying it to his leg before shifting into his large grey wolf and running our of the shadow of the trees toward his handlers and whatever new horror they had in store for him.

He hated who he was, what he had become, but he was bound, whatever the council demanded of him he had to do. As he ran, images of the last twenty five years flashed through his mind, the lives he had taken, families destroyed and he had been powerless to stop himself. Pushing the memories from his mind, he put on a spurt of speed, running flat out to cover the terrain that would bring him back to the people he despised the most.

Hours later, he sloped into the dark streets that surrounded the building of the Council members, slinking into a side street, the wolf shifted back into his human form and donned his clothes.

Stepping back out, he pulled up his hood to hide his face from anyone who might give him a second glance, he was not called the Ghost for no reason.

Entering the foreboding building, Rowan walked down the familiar corridor until he reached the end, tapping lightly before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Looking up at the table, he could feel the fear and worry rolling off of the council members, the air around them tangible and causing the hairs on Rowan's arms to rise.

Walking up to the table, he dropped to one knee and bowed, just as he had been taught to do all those years ago. His training had been rigorous and violent, he knew the price for insubordination. 'Ghost' the head of the council growled angrily, 'you took your time returning'

'Apologies High Council, I was quite a distance from the building, I ran as fast as I could once I received your message' Rowan replied humbly, keeping his eyes down.

'Where were you Rowan?' One of the elders asked suddenly, leaning forward slightly in his chair, eyeing the warrior suspiciously, 'you have had no targets this past week, so you should have been close.

Rowan didn't miss a beat with his response, 'just checking on your assets sire, making sure that those that are indebted to the Council do not forget. The lie came easily, he had spent twenty five years making sure that they did not know of his association with Silver Cross and he fully intended to keep it that way, especially now he knew that his mate was Isabella's daughter.

The elder went to speak again when the high councillor cut across him, 'enough of this side chat! We have an urgent problem that needs to be sorted' he shouted angrily.

The elder went to speak again when the high councillor cut across him, 'enough of this side chat! We have an urgent problem that needs to be sorted' he shouted angrily. Looking up surprised, Rowan took in the High Councillors anxious expression, confused about what could make the old man so tense.

'Ghost, you have failed us' the High Councillor muttered angrily.

'Sire?' Rowan replied surprised, he had done everything that he had been instructed to do by these evil cretins, there was no way that he had messed up a mission. Glaring down at him, the High Councillor spat out three words, 'Moon Stone Pack'

Rowan's mind immediately flooded with snippets of scenes, fractured images that caused his breath to hitch. Men, women and children laying around him, some dead, others gurgling as they took their last breaths. Warriors defending the innocent as he had ripped through them all, unable to stop himself. Walking into the pack house, leaving no-one alive as he destroyed them single handedly, his immortality making him invincible to even the strongest of warriors.

'I did my job Sire, no-one was left alive as ordered' Rowan replied, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

'No Rowan, one survived' the High Councillor bit back, his eyes mere slits as he glared at the werewolf in front of him, 'the one person that we needed to get rid of, they survived and have been protected for the last twenty two years' he snapped furiously. Rowan shook his head automatically, 'no sire, that is not possible, I scoured the pack house three times for survivors, there was no-one!'

The High Councillor stood up and walked around the table, his heavy footfalls causing Rowan to cower slightly, stopping in front of the warrior, the councillor crouched down, bringing his face in line with Rowans.

'You missed one Rowan, you made us renege on our deal with our client, made us look incapable' he whispered in a quiet emotionless voice.

'I apologise Sire, I shall make it right, please let me make it right' Rowan begged desperately.

'Oh you will make it right Rowan, I am sure of that' the councillor replied softly, 'but first we must make sure that you never disappoint us again'.

'No sire, I beg you, please' Rowan croaked, as the High Councillor pulled a small device out of his pocket and pressed the button, elongating a silver bar that pulsated with energy, which he placed against the werewolf's skin. Pain seared through the warrior's body, he fell to the floor writing in agony as his screams echoed off the walls around them.

'Please sire, please! I will sort it, I will not let you down! Please!' Rowan begged, the tears cascading as he fought the blackness that was trying to envelop him, knowing that to pass out would make his torment worse. Glaring at the squirming werewolf, the High Councillor sneered, allowing the pain to continue for a few more minutes before releasing Rowan and standing up, kicking the warrior in the stomach as he panted on the floor. 'Find them, whoever they are Rowan, and take them to the Witches Coven' The Councillor ordered, 'fail us again and you will spend your eternity in more pain than you can ever imagine'.

Scrambling to his feet, Rowan nodded in defeat, 'oh and we have word from our client, you will head to the Vampire King's castle, it seems our customer has friends in high places, she has found you an ally to help with the collection, obviously her belief in you is as low as my own' the High Councillor sneered.

Covering his surprise, Rowan bowed with difficulty to the table of elders before turning and limping out of the room. Once outside, he leaned against one of the cold stone walls, checking his ribs to see a deep bruise already showing, telling him that the kick had broken his rib.

Shivering slightly, he straightened up as best he could and set off, pushing his own concern to the back of his mind, anyone who had contacts with the Vampire King must be powerful, their customer was stronger than Rowan had been led to believe.