Despite my stubborn words earlier, he still got me to follow him to my pack.
Dressed in my normal jeans and blue shirt, I look like how I've always looked like. No one will notice any change in me, as the changes aren't physical.
Physically, I'm as if I've always been, but mentally, I'm not the same Alpha who was title baptized.
"Cheer up a bit," the rogue made to touch my face, but I slapped his hand off me, a dark glare leveled at him.
"Don't dare touch me," I growl at him, my fangs elongating a bit.
"And you think you can challenge my authority just because we are outside the pack?" He scoffed at that," Know this, Mek. Should you continue meeting me head-on with that challenging look, I won't be held responsible for what I'll do to you." He threatened as his eyes changed into the pure, strange silver colour.
"You can make use of the punishment word to tame me for as long as you see fit, but know this, you can't do that forever," I frown at him.
He laughed, "try me, love, and you'll see our forever." He whispered close to my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks and exposed neck.
And like always, I shiver at the strange but pleasant sensation I got from his proximity.
I don't know why my body reacts to him the way it does, but I just can't help the shiver that always runs down my spine whenever he whispers something close to me.
Most of the time, I'm eager to feel his breath and the shivering sensation. And that made me feel more embarrassed than I normally feel whenever he spanked me.
We exited the house.
"Let's go." He commanded those standing at the door as if they are statues.
They are six in total, each bulkier and more built than the other. They look like men who are conversant with the wild and the things in it.
These are the type of werewolves I want in my group of defendants. They are the ones capable of answering such a name, as their faces and body structures are enough to send anyone that so much as tries to scent their way, packing.
And to think they are rogues.
I scoff at that thoughts.
They would have been better than normal Werewolves than the rogues they are now.
At least as normal wolves, they will be able to gain the recognition they deserve. A recognition the rogue currently looking at me can never give to them.
Bowing to their Alpha, the males all morphed into their wolves, and as I did, they ran towards the forest.
"Where are they going to?" I turn to the rogue in question.
"To your pack. I have more than enough of my pack fighters there, but those were sent as messengers to the ones at the pack."
" Wouldn't it have been better to catch them off guard?" My eyes brightened at the thoughts of that.
" I trust my pack." He said before morphing into the largest Wolf I've ever seen.
All my life, I've never seen a wolf as bulky as he is. Not even the rogues that were here earlier can compare to the strength of the one in front of me.
And for the first time since I became the Alpha, I was reluctant to change to my wolf in front of others.
Had it not been for his size that's intimidating me, I would have changed into my Wolf with pride.
The rogue wolf turned to me in question. It seems he's trying to know why I haven't changed to my wolf when I was eager to have a run most long ago.
Like it depicted, that was long before I noticed how larger than life the rogue's wolf is.
"You know what, can I sit on your back?"
I bite my teeth at my words. How can I be so stupid as to ask that?
Not only will he not allow me to do so for fear of being stabbed in the back, but this is another way of telling the universe I can't take care of myself.
He growled once more before he lowered himself to the floor. A clear invitation that I can sit on his back should I care for it.
I stood next to him as decisions took hold of me.
Should I climb on his back, and save myself the embarrassment of being mocked because of my size, or should I change in front of him to show him I'm not intimidated by him?
I stood there, lost in thoughts of what to do. I weighed the pros and cons of the decision before I chose one.
Without a second thought, I climbed on his back.
"You can carry me to my pack's boundary, but I want to walk the rest of the way to my pack."
I won't want my pack to see their Alpha on the back of another, as this is humiliation at its highest level.
An Alpha relying on someone is something that hasn't been heard.
Not for once in the history of wolves.
Alphas are the predators and protectors. We rely on no one.
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I'll confess, riding on his back is much more fun than running on my own. The feeling is unlike any I've ever had. It's indescribable!
I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs at the sensation I'm currently feeling, but I stopped myself from doing so when I recalled who it is that has me on his back.
Shouting in Glee now will not help my case in the, it'll only give the rogue enough leverage over me in the future.
As I requested, the rogue stopped right at my pack's boundary and lowered me to the floor, so I can climb out from his back.
With my heavy body gone from his back, he transformed back to his human self.
"How was the ride?" He asked in a smug tone.
The best ride of my life.
I thought.
"You could have done better." I turned and started walking to my pack.