Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0240

It doesn't take long to find rogues when you are roaming through free land. They tend to stay away from the packlands of Alphas if they can help it, because they would be attacked and punished for trespassing. Punishment for rogues was never humane... though I have to say, I quite enjoyed it. I also quite enjoyed hunting the weaker rogues down. They were always good to take my anger out on, and rarely had much strength to fight back. Always gave me quite the thrill...

And after running from my pack, I was soon on free land, and immediately picked up the overwhelming scent of rogues. There was no denying that stench. A werewolf has an individual scent, one that can identify them... usually pleasant, especially to its mate. But a rogue, their stench was nothing but horrendously sickening. Foul. A combination of death and rotting garbage. I certainly did not choose to spend time with them if I had any option, but today I found myself with no choice. My father had left me with no choice when he had ordered my pack members not to follow my orders...

I followed the stench, and it wasn't hard. I found a small camp within the deeper reaches of the forest, which told me this had to be a cluster of rogues. And the moment I stepped into their camp, they were all upon me... but the moment I shifted back into my human form, they withdrew. Evidently uncertain why I would shift when they were still in wolf form and could attack. And while the need to talk to them was strong, and it was urgent, I knew I must gain their trust and assistance. In order to do that, I had to resist the urge to attack them all.

I found myself naked and surrounded by a group of angry wolves, but thankfully none were attacking. All watching me curiously. I took a deep breath hoping they might listen to what I was about to offer. The bag Jet had been carrying in his mouth was on the floor, so I bent down to pick it up, and pulled my wallet out, taking out some money and dropped it on the floor in front of me.

Figuring I would lead with that, as money talked for most rogues, I looked up. "See that?" I questioned, looking them all in the eye confidently, one by one. "There is more where that came from. But, I need your help."

A number of the wolves turned to look at one another, before they were suddenly shifting into their filthy and grimy human forms; the very thought, let alone the sight of them, made my skin crawl. One man, tall and dark, moved forward, eyeing me suspiciously.

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I shrugged. “Soon, yes. But right now, my father is Alpha and has ordered my pack not to help me. My fated mate has escaped me. I need your help to bring her back." I explained.

Their faces looked at me in

confusion. "But fated mate not run

from their mate. They want to be together A young woman said from

behind the man. I noted their speaking skills were basic, making

me question if these ad

been born as rogues,

than

having been kicked from a pack.

I nodded. “You would think, but she will not come back to me. She wants to be a teacher instead of being my Luna. I need her to come back to me."

I know my words are excluding

much of the truth. But, in my mind,

they do not need to know the full details, because then they may never help, or they may demand more money. Right now, I need their help for as little as possible. And I had not expected them to ask so many damn questions!

"But why she not want you?" the man who had stepped forward asked. "She not just leave for no reason, no?"

I frowned. "You want the money or

not?" I demanded, getting increasingly tired of their questions already. If they weren't willing to help, it would not take me long to find some rogues that would.

I saw the man's eyes drift to the cash on the floor, a hungry look within hs eyes. "What we need to do?"