Fated To The Rogue Alpha: Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid

Camille

"I love to watch the sun set. Certainly not for it's beauty or breathtaking spectacle, but because I hope tomorrow arrives, and I can witness it fade without it becoming my end."

She inscribed these words into her old, battered diary, a cherished gift from her grandmother, before snapping it shut with a soft finality.

Camille had no clue what sparked these thoughts, but she'd cultivated a habit of jotting down whatever floated through her mind.

You could call it a small act of rebellion or refuge. She had no idea which was wielding her thoughts.

Moving a thumb over her temple, she tried to soothe the pounding headache threatening to fracture her skull as she made her way toward the balcony of the pack's den.

She was fine. Truly. An indifferent sort of fine, tinged with a flicker of anxiety.

At least, she'd like to believe she had been better before her mother's abrupt summons pulled her downstairs, abruptly canceling her carefully planned practice with Devon.

Rosalind dismissed her frown as she relayed a sudden meeting with her father, ignoring the storm of emotions flickering behind Camille's eyes..

Recalling the letter from the academy made her face brighten with pride. Getting accepted into the academy wasn't just an achievement; it was a milestone-like a precious gem finally unearthed from her dreams.

She wondered which border of the pack's territory the patrol team was guarding now. It was already four hours since they set out for hunting, led by her brother-Devon Loeka, the formidable Alpha heir of WhiteMoon pack and Conrad, the spitting mirror image of Alpha Loeka; the most handsome man in our pack. At least, that's what the women believed, and they would go to any length to end up in his bed. Yes, her nemesis.

She was the odd one. Her features looked nothing like Rosalind nor alpha Loeka.

Like her father, Conrad's disappointment on the night of her shameful shifting ceremony had twisted into a bitter disdain for her very existence. She was reduced to a thing, an object: worthless, undeserving, for being deviant, for bringing disgrace upon the family.

"Lost in one of your silly daydreams again?" Rosalind's question sliced through her thoughts, snapping everything into sharp focus, save for her pounding heart.

Camille felt her pulse quicken at the familiar uneasiness that always stirred when she was around Rosalind. Rosalind's gaze burned into the back of Camille's head, icy and cruel.

Gruesome. Malevolent. However it was, Camille had learned to conceal her true feelings, to mask the turmoil beneath her surface, just as she had learned to hide parts of her life from the world.

Turning with practiced aloofness, she said, "Better than wasting my time at a pointless tea party, chattering aimlessly, dear mother," emphasizing the last words with a deliberate stretch, a subtle reminder of the relationship she clearly did not have with Rosalind.

"You little devil..." Rosalind yelled, her eyes widening with disbelief.

Rosalind was a strange sight. A beauty wrapped in unthinking complacency; a woman who lacked her own voice, her own will. Camille's insides churned at the thought as she stared at her mother. How could anyone endure living like this?

"You'd better mend that rotten tongue of yours before I..." Camille cut her off before she could finish.

"You want your little one to come after me? I've had a long day, and I need this meeting with Father to be over so I can do something else," She said her face and emotionless mask..

"No wonder the goddess took away your wolf," Rosalind snapped, a jab aimed straight at her feelings-a subtle reminder of the pain she carried daily.

Rosalind continued, "With a tongue as poisonous and rotten as yours, you clearly don't deserve a wolf," she retorted, her fury bubbling over.

She kept talking, but Camille tuned her out, her mind drifting into the woods, something that made her happy-recalling each hunt she'd embarked on. Each moment that had brought her peace

"Are you listening?" Rosalind demanded, frustration thick in her voice as she yanked at Camille's arm, jolting her out of her reverie.

"Obviously not," Camille replied with a feigned yawn.

"That's very unfortunate for you," Rosalind sneered, resentment curling her words.

The wind tousled strands of Camille's hair over her face as she watched Rosalind, refusing to let her mother's usual tirades break her today.

This night was cool, the air crisp and calm. There was no need for the heated exchange. Not today.

"Your father has requested your presence. Be ready in ten minutes," Rosalind said grimly. "Oh, and put on something nice so the guests don't think you're one of the servants," she added, turning toward the door.

"Guest? Who said anything about a guest, huh?" Camille asked furrowing a brow, her mind fixated on the latter part of Rosalind's command.

"What guest are you talking about?" She asked, irritation flickering in her voice.

"Not that it's any of your business, Camille. At least for now," Rosalind replied tersely. "But you'll see for yourself when you get your fat ass ready."

What was going on?

Camille should have suspected from the moment alpha Loeka asked to see her alone. That was unusual and certainly a first.

Camille

Every meeting with her father-Alpha Loeka had always included her brothers; Devon and Conrad.

Camille could tell something was definitely off.

She arched a brow. "Apparently, it's my business now," she quipped.

"Rather than stand here arguing with your mother, which is a proof of your arrogance and rebellion, you should know better than to keep your father waiting. You have five minutes more," Rosalind said, her fake smile cracking rapidly as she walked away.

"Whatever," Camille muttered, heaving a sigh of relief.

With her mother gone, she pressed her palm moist with sweat to her face. What special guest did her father need her there for?

Pulling her hair back into its strap, she hurried toward Alpha Loeka's study. If she needed answers, there was no point in boxing her brain for something it had no idea about.

Two more strides and she would be in front of his study when an unfamiliar, languid smell hit her nostrils.

Camille, this wasn't unusual. her sense of smell was unnaturally high. She could even pick the smell of insects.

It didn't smell like a member of WhiteMoon pack.

Her father's guest was here.

But when? she hadn't seen any car drive in. Or had Rosalind's little time distracted her from noticing?

Camille tapped on the door twice, immediately followed by the turning of the knobs. She didn't wait for Alpha Loeka to respond; she opened the door to his magnificent study.

Alpha Loeka's guest was here.

His back turned to her as he sat facing her father.

His heavy-built shoulders made a statement through his well-tailored suit. He looked athletic.

Camille inhaled deeply.

*She didn't just notice that. Did she?

She didn't just check him out.

Certainly, not. She'd never done that before. she could promise it wasn't anything serious,* Camille thought.

She was just... anyway, who cared?

Alpha Loeka lifted his eyes to face her, Mr. Stranger's expression remained fixed as he stared ahead, as if no one had interrupted his meeting.

"Good evening, Father," Camille said, her voice hoarse as she bowed showing her respect

"I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting, but Mother informed me you sent for me," she added, standing straight.

"Very well, then," Loeka said returning a stifled smile, his eagle eyes on her choice of outfit. Camille hadn't changed from from her training suit.

"Mmmhh..." he grunted, obviously clearing his throat as if it were clogged. "Why not come forward so Alpha Sigewuf can see you, darling?"

Alpha Sigewuf? Darling?

Darling? That was insanely strange, but there was no time to rationalize things. She stepped forward toward the area where he held out his hand to her.

"This is Alpha Sigewuf of the Darkstar Pack from the North," Loeka announced with a proud smile on his face, like he had just earned himself a golden fish.

Camille wanted to roll my eyes but didn't.

"Welcome to Lakenheath, Alpha Sigewuf," she curtsied, catching a side view of his face. Chiseled cheekbones with thick brows, dark hair falling slightly above them. He looked...

Hot!

Did all the alphas from the North look this deadbeat, eye-catching handsome?

"Thank you," he said with a blank stare that wasn't thankful, tilting his head so that his full face was visible, giving me her his complete attention.

Emerald eyes shone, fierce and dark.

Camille turned away.

Those eyes reminded her of something. Someone? she couldn't remember. Her mind tuned out again, only coming back to the present when her father began to speak.

"Alpha Sigewuf just finished signing the final contract," Alpha Loeka continued.

"Contract?" she asked, feeling the air in the study shift.

If her father needed someone present to sign a business contract, wouldn't Conrad have been the perfect witness?

Camille thought, except this wasn't a business contract....

Camille suddenly felt her stomach knot with anxiety. She didn't like the sound of that.

Alpha Loeka nodded, a confident smile on his face.

"What contract would that be, Father?" Camille asked, already feeling her chest tighten with dreaded suspicion.

The goddess, it shouldn't be what she was thinking. She prayed silently.

An eternal second of uncomfortable silence followed.

"Your marriage contract..." Alpha Loeka announced then paused before continuing, "Alpha Sigewuf has just signed the final contract. The mating ceremony will be held tomorrow at Slantville."

Camille felt her heart stop. The blood drained from her face, and her legs suddenly felt like butter underneath her weight, unable to keep her upright. Steady.

Alpha Loeka continued to speak, but she could not hear him. Marriage? The word echoed in her head as her consciousness drifted.

If death could only come now. Take her. Seal her. Keep her from this evil.

She was going under.

And probably, this time, she was gone.

Camille

"M A R R I A G E ?" The word was threatening to choke the life out of her.

No. Her father wasn't going to betray her like this. He knew how much she dreaded getting married.

She had never attended any of the districts gala to even see if she would find her mate.

Marriage was one thing she had never anticipated. She had made it abundantly clear, even to the men in the pack, that she wasn't ready to let any supposed ship sail.

Not even when Devon had tried to talk to her about sex.

She craved to scream, to lash out, to grab hold of something, anything, yet her feet felt cemented to the floor. Her body was unwilling, refused to respond; she couldn't even feel it anymore.

Opening her mouth to voice a protest, she snapped it shut when no words came out. Why did her tongue always betray ger at the most critical moments?

She saw alpha Loeka still droning on, but her mind was floating away.

Snap!

Feeling those familiar gentle tremors course through her veins like jolt of electricity, she jolted back to reality.

"What...?" The word exploded from her lips.

With a quick turn of her head, a derisive snicker escaped her lips. "This is some kind of joke, right, Father?" she declared, seething with mounting frustration.

Camille looked from father to the breathtaking stranger sitting down calmly, clearly an irritant now, as she saw his eyes claw over her body, obviously eye-fu**ing her.

His eyes were roaming every curve of her body. from her collarbone to her perfect breast-not small or too much, just perfect.

This was normal. Sge got it all the time. But right now, it infuriated her.

She had an amazing face and body. At least the gods had spared her that lot but had left her wolfless!

Trade by barter, right?

Even the men in the pack were learning the hard way to keep their lust to themselves.

Two weeks before the academy resumed in the fall, and this is what she was getting from her father? Marriage?

Was this his twisted form of punishment for her being wolfless?

Rage pulsed within her, hot and furious.

"I apologize for my daughter's unrestrained behavior. She isn't always this poorly behaved," Alpha Loeka said, directing his gaze toward Alpha Sigewuf.

What about her? Didn't she deserve an apology for this life-damaging news he'd just served her?

Alpha Loeka completely ignored her, just as everyone else in the family did-dismissing her very existence like she was nothing more than a ghost.

He passed on his piece, expecting her to shove it down, following suit like a lamb heading toward her own slaughter.

But no.

she was not going to do that.

Alpha Loeka's labored breathing radiated tension, thickening the air around them, but Camille knew he was desperately trying to rein in his fury in front of Alpha Sigewuf.

Her own anger was unnerving.

My eyes turned to face the stranger, whose full lips suddenly made the words in my throat choke right there.

Goodness! He was attractive.

Mind you, she had never checked out a man in her entire life and she ad no idea why she was doing that now

But it was a waste! This stranger, his handsomeness, all of it was a waste of her time.

She did not need an attraction that was going to change the course of her life.

Camille couldn't tell why the one stranger who made her unsides tinkle have to also be the reason why an important part of her life was about to be shattered.

He stood up. A perfect 6 feet".

It didn't surprise her he was that tall, almost making her own height insignificant.

The packs in the North were mostly lycans. The special breeds.

Lycans were hybrids and higher in the power-ranking. They were more brutal, and their pride-well, it probably would come Summa Cum Laude if it were a person graduating from college.

It was almost like the separation between the districts had been intentional since creation. The southern districts were made up of packs with wolves, while the northern district was made up of packs with Lycans. And then, the human district-the city, which she rarely heard about.

Alpha Sigewuf's tall frame was clearly imposing as he stood above me.

A slow, predatory smile unfurled at the corner of his lips. A smile that was unpredictable and unpredictability made Camille uncomfortable.

He yanked her arm, pulling her to himself.

She didn't like the mixed feelings ravaging her from being this close to him.

"The gods seem to have taken a liking to you," he smacked his lips, "decidedly choosing you as my mate," he muttered, placing his face around the nape of her neck as he sniffed in her scent.

Camille chuckled, freeing herself from his grasp as her disbelief rolled into another chuckle, then a short laughter.

Mate? A Lycan alpha as her mate?

She couldn't belief it.

First off, she was wolfless and couldn't prove what she'd just heard him say except for the mixed feeling circling her.

secondly, she wasn't even interested in a relationship yet, more worse, marriage, or finding out about a living-breathing-lycan mate.

Alpha Sigewuf's eyes darkened.

Was she trying to play hard to get?

"With all due respect, I..." Camille began but was cut off as he cut her off,

"Shhhh," he shushed her, placing his hands on her neck again as he pulled her closer to himself, sniffing harder.

"She smells perfect!"

"Absolutely" Alpha Loeka concurred, a mischievous smile on her face

Did they realize she was here? standing before then?

Lycan or werewolf, if he thought he could impose himself on her, he had another thing coming.

Camille pulled away from his grasp, "What exactly are you doing?" she snapped, looking him in the eyes.

"You can't come here acting like a freak and..."

He gripped her neck. His whole fingers pressed deeply, cuting her words of mid-sentence.

A flicker of something dark appeared on his face as she tried to pull away from him

"Being my mate does not give you the right to speak with such condescending words!"

"Mate?" I scoffed through clenched teeth

She turned to alpha Loeka to come to her rescue, ask him to take his hands off her but he looked away, avoiding her gaze.

Camille felt her lungs choke with betrayal.

Alpha Sigewuf released his fingers, eyes watching her like a hawk.

Camille didn't cower, her audacity even more as she spoke again, "With all due respect, alpha, I am no mate of which you seek."

Hs lips tilted upward, "You can't deny that when I'm this close. I can smell that musky-floral mixed in hot chocolate scent"

Camille rubbed a hand around her neck, "Well, I can't pick yours" she spat

Alpha Sigewuf's face twitched with surprise. "You... you can't pick my scent?"

Suddenly, the chasm between them felt agonizingly small.

Shit!

She should have just kept quiet.

His presence was suffocating; a heavy, oppressive weight bearing down on her, yet I remained rooted to the spot.

He moved closer, the tenderness she'd seen his eyes a few minutes ago was gone.

'You're wolfless," he yelled, tone laced with disgust. "You're fu*king wolfless!" he snarled, smashing his fist into the wall behind her.

Camille shut my eyes.

Hearing those words repeated made her sick.

This was the only thing that got to her.

She was a wolfless fighter and that made her everyone see her as insignificant as the humans.

She was nothing without her wolf and that hurt badly.