The Luna's Rogue Alpha
OV- Four
dge of the Great Lake, shaded by a gnarled tree, its low hanging branches dipping into the water. I picked a piece of
scended through the fog, spooked from their morning meal. I looked up
sniffing and pawing at the sand. It looked up, its
, who raised its head to stare back at me. I
olf was unnerving. I decided I wouldn’t move until the fog had lifted off the water, which would give me a better view of the lakeshore. I hoped
if it’s
s had told me about rogues, especially the ones about pretty yo
st stories told to keep people from wandering too far from the
osed to be ou
hing out to grab something, anything, to stop me from falling into the water. His arm was around my waist in a
s dark hair was pulled back with a yellow ribbon, and his cheeks were rosy from the chilly morning air. He smiled sof
He held the twig between his fingers, picking a few strands of my g
ured, his eyes d
ed, blushing deeply as I tr
, crossing his arms and peering at
go for a morning stroll? Y
he first time, that he was dressed for a journey. He was wearing a rough, dark gray riding jacket and
ds his riding jacket. His wry smile evaporated instantl
a
osed it again, shaking his head slightly. A few pieces of dark, loose curls fell loose from his ribbon, and I
l his musky, green scent. He smelled like…morning. Like green things and wet earth. It was delicious, intoxi
g away. F
oxicating haze lifting like the fog rollin
staring into my eyes. I could see the pain behind the deep
ut
ay from me slowly, dropping my hand from his grasp. “I mu
going dry. “Randall, i
ooked out over the lake, sighing deeply
betrothal to Randall’s older brother hadn’t been my choice, and it woul
it in some way. To have a chance to
Cavendas
” he answered, and th
t the trunk of the tree. “Promise me something,” he said, a
he throat thickening as he pushed off
It’s not safe. I wouldn’t wan
the lake. The sun had risen, and light gleamed off the calm wa
I thought, feeling stupid a
ness in the trees that lined the border between my family’s manor and the Cavendash Estate. Randall was the wild one, his long curly
of society, and Randall…well, he was the second born son to the Alpha. He w
been enou
o catch a final glimpse of him before the fog rol
sen to be the next Lady Cavendash, and eventually the next Luna. My f
. I looked back over the lake once more, watching the calm water split and bubble as fish began to explore the surfac
head, a smooth, deep howl piercing the mo