Page 1 of Rogue Alpha Prince

Prologue

Ihave two major goals in life that I have been pursuing for as long as I can remember. Well, I had—I've just realized they are no longer achievable.

I can't believe that making every decision in my life, with them always in my mind, somehow I ended uphere.

I am standing in the great throne hall in a silly modern-princess dress with my long strawberry blonde hair up in some traditional braids. I have a polite smile plastered to my face. Wondering if the son of the enemy who stands before me—in his full combat attire with a smug expression, pitch-black longer-on-top hair, and dark tanned skin; is feeling the same true mate pull to me, as I am to him.

We are werewolves from two different worlds. My father—the Alpha King, his father—the Rogue King.

But they are not really rogues. Not anymore, at least. They grew in power a long time ago.

Our kingdoms have been in constant war longer than I've lived in this strange world. Negotiations, fighting, pushing the border one way or another…

We had enough. We, and apparently them too. That's why they are here—at my father's palace—ready to negotiate for the last, final time.

Two hostile kingdoms in one not-so-tiny room, whose kings are so fed up that they are finally willing to strike the biggest compromise there is. Sacrificing their oldest children's happiness for the union that hopes to unite them once and for all.

I stand to my father's left, Rogue King and his son to his right, directly in front of us. I hate them. I hate them all!

I hate themso much that I no longer know how to keep the promise I made to my father this morning. To go with it willingly for the sake of our kingdom. I was the one who received their proposition and forwarded it to him, but I'm still in shock he had the guts to ask his daughter for something like this. Arranged marriage. Glorified human trafficking. But he is the Alpha King first, before anyone else, before being a dad, so I shouldn't be surprised.

I'm not going to lie; I was waiting to meet my promised true mate. The one who was made for me with the blessing of the Moon Goddess. I'm a werewolf, after all, with the most pure alpha blood there is. My father is the king of all the werewolf alphas that exist—excluding the rogue ones standing in the throne hall before us. I was waiting to meet my soulmate—some noble, handsome alpha with a pure heart, I know I deserve.

And here he is, finally, standing before me. The fucking Rogue Alpha Prince.

No pure heart in sight.

Chapter 1 – Lone Wolf

A few hours earlier.

Ican't fully comprehend that this dreaded day has finally come.

I am standing in a hallway ready for the most important meeting of my life, all werewolves' lives, for that matter. We are doing this for them, and that thought is the only thing that keeps me together, and away from any escape ideas.

There are a lot of werewolves in the world hidden in plain sight alongside humans. Well, only on the Main Continent where real wolves exist and it's easier for us to hide. Even the most introverted of us don't want to be the lone wolf in the other habitable parts of Earth where only humans live. We thrive in packs under our Alphas' commands.

We are shifters from generation to generation, and no one knows how it started. How was the first werewolf made? Was it the Moon Goddess' pure creation? Was it just a result of an unfortunate bite of some mythic Lycan or a sick wolf? Was it anything like in the movies that humans make for their entertainment?

They don't know we exist. It's the ignorance they have chosen for themselves. They used to know—way before all the modern technology was even invented, but they no longer believe in fairytales like this anymore. 'Too smart for that.'

Good for us.

Alphas, the strongest of werewolves, are natural leaders who ensure we all have good and safe lives. If any werewolf threatens that, they can face the worst punishment. Exile over the border. They become the filthy, unwanted rogue without the pack to help keep their sanity.

At least that was the case before the worst of the exiled—the ones with pure alpha-blood meant to protect us wolves—started gluing themselves together into one big, broken pack of traitors who started hurting us instead.

And now I was about to marryone ofthem. Theworstof them!

Nothing can calm the uneasiness in my tightened stomach I've felt since I realized I have to betray the one who is waiting with hope to meet me, his other half. He has no way of knowing we were brutally robbed of our happily-ever-after.

My whole life, I had been waiting to see who my true Goddess-given mate would be. The one true soul-bonded love every werewolf is given once in a lifetime. That one person for whom your whole body and mind are tuned. That one person who makes everything make sense in your life—that one person who is perfectly made just for you.

I imagined. I dreamed. I wished. How perfect he isfor me. How funny, smart, and strong he is. How attractive he is. How good it would feel to finally be his… No worries in the world because we would have each other, and that's the only thing that matters. Right? Only me, him, and maybe three little pups running around us with smiles on their just-like-daddy little faces.

But I've never had the chance to meet my true mate, and now I'm getting married to someone else. The enemy. The Rogue. The one I've never met either, but somehow hate more than anything in the whole wide world.

The last few weeks of waiting for the Rogues to come sign the proposed treaty have been pure torture for me. All the weird sympathetic looks I've gotten from my siblings and servants, complete silence from my inner true wolf self, all the tears my mother shed while begging my dad to find another way…

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