Page 17 of Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter

Finally, with a loud click the collar opens and I am able to remove the metal from his neck.

“I thought I said to stay away from him!” Atticus growls out as he backs the Hummer with the trunk open towards us.

“And I thought I did not agree to that!” I argue back, gently running my fingers through the wolf’s fur. His breathing has even out but his brown eyes glare at my Uncle.

“You can trust him. He and I are going to bring you away from here.” I assure him, bringing his attention to me. I see the internal battle in his eyes, the wolf at least six feet in length from snout to tail debating on if he can believe me or not. I guess his decision is taking too long as Atticus takes the silver collar from my hand using a silk handkerchief and throws it into a dumpster before returning and hauling the black wolf into the Hummer without a second thought then throws me into the passenger seat before zipping to the drivers side and speeding away from the warehouse just in time for the doors to open again and two men walk out, cursing that the black wolf they disposed of is now gone.

“Just like your father, always wanting to save the Damned.” He mutters angrily and I smile, leaning onto his shoulder and placing a kiss on that flawless cheek of his.

“Thank you, Uncle.”

?Chapter 15-Albot the Rogue?

“So why can’t we go into the garage?” Blake asks, his bright eyes shifting to the door that leads to the garage. I sigh, scooping a large portion of rice and steak slices into a bowl for the new guest in my home before scooping out some food for Blake and Alice.

“Because Crystalline decided to save a Rogue used in a dog fighting operation last night.” Atticus chimes in, his fingers flying across his laptop. Since returning home and spending all night last night and most of the day, my uncle has not left his seat at the breakfast bar while I tended to the Rogue, making sure he made it through the night alive. He is relentlessly trying to get to the bottom of the illegal wolf-fighting ring and help save those Rogues being abused for the amusement of Hunters. I glare at him, not liking the monotone voice he uses to answer Blake, before turning to smile at the pups and bringing a glass of orange juice each to them.

“You both already know I am the Lost Princess, I explained it to you on our drive to Toronto.” I start, watching them both nod.

“So because of this, it is my duty to help the wolves in need. The Rogue needed me to help him, and so I helped him.” I explain, watching as Alice accepts my answer while Blake mulls it over before eventually accepting my explanation as well. Smiling, I ruffle his hair, happy with the progress Blake and I have made. I hope that soon he will come to trust me without having to second guess if my words are honest or not.

“Uncle Atti, keep the kids away from the garage, please.”I ask as I collect the food and a few cold water bottles for the Rogue in my garage, my uncle just waving his hand dismissively.

“You know I will, darling. They listen better than you do, anyway.” He answers with a sigh. I roll my eyes at his words, deciding that I will have to play the cute niece card later for not listening to him and going near that Rogue last night. But I just had to get that silver collar off of him so the healing process could start.

Making sure that the pups promise to stay in the house, I leave them in the kitchen to eat and make my way to the garage door just inside the entry way, dodging a few boxes that still need to be carried upstairs. Opening the door slowly, I pause when a low warning growl greets me.

“It’s me. I brought food and water.” I call out gently, waiting for the growling to stop before entering. With the door firmly shut behind me, I lock it so that the pups can’t follow and slowly walk towards the injured black wolf, his brown eyes following my every step.

“It’s not much, just some rice and steak but I don’t want you to over eat while you are healing.” I explain, settling the bowl of food in front of him. He sniffs it, giving me a curious look before taking a tentative bite. I smile, glad to see this wolf trusting me as I sit on the cold concrete, placing the second bowl down and filling it with fresh water from the unopened water bottles. He watches me as he eats, letting me push the water towards him as he takes a deep sip.

“I hope you are feeling a little bit better. It took me all night to make sure you didn’t die. You have some nasty wounds on you that made helping you hard.” I sigh out, brining my knees to my chest and waiting for the wolf to finish. I want to take a brush to his fur, to help smooth it out and comb out the knots for him. To take him for a bath andhelp clean all the wounds. But I need to gain his trust first.

“Would you mind if I shift?” I ask, wondering if having another wolf lay near him will help quicken the healing process. He eyes me, his distrust evident as he thinks over my words. After a few moments pass, he nods his approval and I smile. Slowly getting up, I make my way towards the other side of the garage behind a few boxes, removing my clothes including my necklace and placing them just outside the protection of this makeshift wall so that the Rogue can see.

Then I shift. My bones realign themselves quickly and within seconds I re-emerge and carefully trot towards the Rogue. A look of shock is on his face as he realizes I am a runt, barely four feet in length compared to his six feet long wolf, and I can see him softening towards me. Once I am three feet away, I slowly lie down, careful to inch my way forward until I feel his tongue flick across my forehead.

Looking up in surprise, I see his deep brown eyes studying me for a moment, before he motions me to come closer, and so I do. I carefully move until I am lying beside him, his large fluffy tail coming to cover my body as he settles his head across my neck.

The Rogue accepted me and I can’t help the happy feeling that has my tail wagging gently. Feeling content, I close my eyes.

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The feeling of someone grooming me wakes me from my slumber and I open my eyes to see the Rogue move his head just in time to avoid an accidental head but from me. Wagging my tail, I move my muzzle to gently lick his cheek, seeing him look away quickly. I have a feeling that he isblushing.

Carefully untangling myself from him, I stretch, motioning to my clothes to indicate I am going to shift, before running behind my makeshift wall again and allowing my body to change back into my skin form and quickly dress. Returning to the Rogue, I see he is standing, his legs a little shaky but smile as I realize he almost reaches my five-foot-five frame with the tip of his ears just below my chin.

“Do you want to go for a shower and clean your wounds?” I ask, walking over and gently scratching behind his left ear. He closes his eyes and lets out a noise of content before nodding his head and I smile.

[Are the pups in bed?] I link my uncle.

[Yes, why?] Atticus replies quickly.

[I am bringing the Rogue inside for a shower.] I can tell my uncle wants to protest, but I shut off the connection before he can go on lecturing me and slowly walk towards the garage door, unlocking it and opening the wooden door to see an extremely disappointed vampire staring at me.

“Hi.” I cheerfully greet, feeling the rogue behind me look past my body.

“Don’t “hi” me, young wolf! You know I disapprove of this.” My uncle hisses, his burgundy eyes set in a grim stare. I sigh, motioning to the Rogue to calm down when he starts to bare his teeth before looking back at my uncle.

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