“Why?” Elora’s voice cracked with pain as tears streamed down her face. “They already killed me, they already killed my wolf. Now even my name is forever stained, despite them knowing that an omega will never survive rejection and pack banishment. Even in death, they don’t let me rest.
Why?”
Mary’s heart broke at the raw emotion in Lora’s words. She reached out, pulling Lora into a gentle embrace, offering whatever comfort she could. “I don’t know why, Lora,” she whispered, her own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, people do things that we can’t understand, things that hurt us deeply. But you are not defined by their actions. You are strong, resilient, and worthy of love and respect.”
Elora clung to Mary, her tears soaking into the nurse’s shoulder as she released all the pain and frustration that had been building inside her.
“My nephew Tim will visit us today to bring your documents and I would like you to meet him. I know you said that you didn’t want to do anything with the packs and other wolves, but he will not let it rest until he is sure that you are not trying to deceive me.” Mary told her, conflicted.
“It is OK, Mary, I understand as I know about rogues. I told you about my experience in the forest so it is fine,” Elora replied, in a tired voice.
“OK, then, clean yourself and let’s eat breakfast.” Mary told her before leaving her.
The day passed in a blur for Elora and Mary as they busied themselves planting flowers in the front and back gardens of the cottage. Despite the calming activity, Elora’s nerves remained on edge, her mind constantly plagued by the fear of encountering another wolf. Mary’s reassuring presence helped, but the underlying tension never fully subsided.
As Mary disappeared into the back shed to search for flower seeds, Elora remained in the front garden, preparing the soil. Suddenly, her eyes snapped to attention as she spotted an unfamiliar SUV pulling up in front of the cottage. Her heart lurched in her chest as a massive blonde man emerged from the vehicle, his imposing figure sending a chill down her spine.
Frozen in place, Elora watched in silence as the man strode towards her with purpose, his every step echoing with an air of authority. Despite the absence of her wolf, she could feel the intensity of his presence, a palpable aura that seemed to envelop her.
When he reached her, he removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing blue eyes that bore into her soul. Elora’s breath caught in her throat as he spoke, his voice low and serious. “You must be the rogue.”
Elora’s mind raced with a flurry of emotions as she struggled to find her voice. Every instinct urged her to flee, but she forced herself to stand her ground, her heart hammering in her chest. With trembling hands, she met his gaze and nodded hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes,
I am.”
Tim never anticipated what he would find when he set out to visit his aunt and meet the rogue she was harboring. As he approached the cottage, he couldn’t shake the image of a cunning and vicious individual from his mind. Yet, when he laid eyes on the girl, all his expectations were shattered.
There she stood, a petite figure trembling with fear, her big green eyes holding a look of innocence and vulnerability that he had never encountered before. It was a stark contrast to the image he had painted in his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of empathy for her plight.
Tim observed her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her heart raced with apprehension. While it wasn’t his intention to scare her, years of dealing with rogues had taught him to approach with caution. After all, it was better to be safe than sorry and the looks could be deceiving, so he addressed her a bit harshly.
Still, he had to admire her courage for not running away, as she held her ground in front of him.
“Timothy Kent, stop scaring the girl!” he heard a commanding voice, and when he turned his head he saw his aunt Mary.
“Aunt Mary,” he smiled at her while he took a few steps towards her and hugged her tightly. “I really missed you, and I was not scaring her, just greeting each other, no?” he replied with a wicked smile.
The tiny girl just nodded her head as she lifted herself from the ground, as she removed her gardening gloves.
“Let’s go inside and have a cup of tea,” Aunt Mary said, while opening the entrance door.
As the rogue busied herself with preparing tea, Tim couldn’t help but observe her every move with keen interest. Her long blonde curls framed her delicate features, and the few freckles scattered across her nose added a touch of innocence to her appearance. Despite the tension that hung in the air, Tim found himself momentarily distracted by her petite yet shapely figure. Even with the modest clothes that she was wearing, she was a beauty.
Definitely he would have hit on her if she was not a rogue. His eyes lingered a moment too long on her plum ass as she turned away, and he was caught off guard by the sudden slap to the back of his head. Startled, he turned to find his aunt giving him a stern look, her expression conveying both amusement and reproach.
“Hey, what was that for?” Tim protested, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
Mary shook her head with a knowing smile. “Pull your mind out of the gutter, Tim. We’re here to help her, not scare or ogle her. You might have authority in the pack, but here you are on my ground.”
Tim flushed with embarrassment, “OK, Aunt Mary, but was the hit really necessary?”
“You are a big boy, you can handle it,” his aunt replied, amused.
Elora, unaware of the exchange between Tim and Mary, continued to focus on her task, pouring steaming water into each cup with practiced precision. After she finished, she brought the cups to the table and took a seat cautiously.
“There is no need to be scared by him, Lora, he is more bark than bite.” Aunt Mary said, while smiling in the girl’s direction.
She nodded and, getting courage, she looked directly into his eyes.
Tim realized that maybe he took all this intimidation game a bit too far, “Hi there, I am Tim. I presume you are Elora.”
He noticed how she slightly flinched when she heard her name as she replied, “Nice to meet you.
You can call me Lora.”
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