Claiming his Untamable Rogue

Reader Warning: This story will have a more mature theme as well as several trigger warnings. If you cannot handle such details, please do not read further.

Also, this is the sequel to Mated to my Bully Alpha, so in case you want to, or feel lost in some cases as to who certain characters are, please read the first book in the series. It would make my day. And please do leave a review. I love hearing all your feedbacks.

Alex’s P.O.V

“You sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Derek Roland, my friend and sparring partner, asked as he tipped back his last glass of bourbon and got off the bar stool.

I nodded on a sigh, hoping that the glass I had in my hand would help me get intoxicated. It was hard for a wolf to get high in a human club, but since the Alpha was away, I couldn’t risk going too far out of town in case there was an emergency. As the future Beta of the Ocean Runners pack, I was tasked with secondary defence and I had to directly report to the future Alpha and the current Beta, my friend Sarah’s father.

“Sure.” I answered him half-heartedly, taking a gulp of my drink.

“You know, the last time you said that, I had to come back in the middle of the night to drag your raging ass back to the packhouse and send five hunky dudes to the ER?” Derek raised his eyebrows at me, to which I just shrugged before tipping back my own drink.

“Another,” I told the bartender, who gave me a concerned look. “I’m not nearly drunk yet, man. Get me the strongest you got.”

“Fine, call me if he gets in trouble.” Derek handed a card to the bartender before looking at me with narrowed eyes. “Don’t cause any trouble, mate.” He waved back at me before making his way back out of the club, sliding right through the mass of swaying bodies.

My wolf growled inside my head; angry and irritated at the word ‘mate’. At twenty four, I was the only one in my group who hadn't found their mate yet. Even Derek had found his mate three years ago, while attending Uni. It was a guy named Sawyer Hudson, two years older than him and from a relatively small wolf pack in Somerset County.

I was happy for my friends, all of them, but my wolf wasn’t. It felt left out and hopeless and with each passing day, that hope kept dwindling little by little. My wolf was getting angry, agitated for no apparent reason. My packmates were worried about me; I could feel it, even though they didn’t question me about it outright.

However, both Cameron and Freya were exempted from that rule. Not only did they show open concern towards my well being, but both of them were doing their best to make me feel comfortable. Cameron had even been crazy enough to suggest that I take a year off and go travelling, especially to the Blood Moon Festival that was held for a course of fifteen days in a remote part of North Carolina.

However, as ridiculous as the idea had sounded at first…I was now tempted to take him up on that offer. My wolf was already unstable, growling and snapping at every person possible, I couldn’t risk waiting too long. There are rumors that wolves over thirty with no mates often turn rogues, a wolf who has completely given in to their animal instincts. These rogues can no longer differentiate between friends and foes and everyone around them becomes endangered.

“Hey handsome…” a woman came to sit on the stool that Derek had occupied not too long ago. She looked up at me from behind thick lashes, her hazel eyes mischievous and the curve of her lips seductive. “Wanna dance with me?”

I looked at the woman up and down. Her little black dress was just the perfect size, not too long as to seem ‘safe’ and not too short as to leave nothing to the imagination. I gave her a lopsided smile. “Why the hell not?”

Drowning the entire glass of whiskey in one go, I laid out a hefty tip for the bartender and got off the stool, holding my hand out for the woman, who looked to be about the same age as me, if not older.

Her smile was wide as she placed her hand in mine…and yet, I felt nothing. No spark, no anticipation, no connection. She was just another faceless body that would help me take the edge off for the time being. But she wasn’t my mate.

My wolf grumbled, but settled for this woman for tonight. Just like most nights when I came to a club. It was either the women or a bloody fight; but I was fine with it as long as it took the edge off.

Now, I guided the woman to the dance floor and almost instantly, she began moving against me, swaying her hips and grinding her ass against my front. It was clear what she wanted from me and I had no qualms about giving it to her.

Wrapping an arm around her front, I hauled her to my chest so I could lean down to whisper in her ears. “How about a little adventure?”

My free hand rose up from her thighs to move under her dress…and straight to her womanhood. Fuck! She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Her gasp of pleasure was enough to tell me that this is exactly what she wanted. So I parted her folds with my fingers and dipped into her drenched core. Looks like the amount of alcohol she had had was making this a lot easier for me. I hated foreplay and for her, I wouldn’t be needing much.

“Let’s get outta here.” I whispered again, and this time my voice was all but a growl.

She nodded enthusiastically against my shoulders and I heard another moan leave her lips as I removed my hand from her folds.

Taking her hand, I took her out of the club, avoiding all the grinding bodies on the dance floor as best as I could. And then we headed straight for the parking lot, where I had parked my jeep.

“In the car?” She asked huskily as I opened the door to the backseat.

“You want to wait for another twenty minutes to head to a hotel?” I asked her, a bit rougher than needed.

“No.” She swallowed, reaching for me. “I want you now.”

“Perfect.” I let her get in first before entering the car and slamming the door shut. Leaving the rest of my clothing on, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants to my knees, followed by my underwear. My shaft sprang free from the restraints already hard from wanting release. I heard her gasp from beside me.

“Come.” I held out my hand for her.

Swallowing at the sight of my erection, she came to straddle my waist, hoisting her skirt up to her waist. Without delay, I positioned the blunt head of my cock at entrance to her wet folds and slid in with ease, her inner muscles squeezing my shaft like a glove.

A scream tore through her lips as she clutched onto my shoulders and I hung onto her just as desperately.

I needed this. My wolf needed this. Wanting and needing…were two completely separate emotions.

As I found my release inside the warmth of her womanhood, knowing full well that I wouldn’t even remember her face by tomorrow morning…my wolf howled for its mate…a mate that it has been searching for, for the last six years.