Chapter 2

Mateo

The war with the Royal family has been raging on for about three years now and I have a feeling that this year is the one where we are going to bring those bastards to their knees. I know what it was like to deal with those bastards who never seemed to give a damn about any one of us and I hated them. I don't know why they couldn't just leave us alone or if they would do the proper thing and not kick out the innocent.

Unfortunately, that did become a big thing that we had to deal with as they were kicking out the bad guys. I wanted to scream and let it all out, but I should have known that they wouldn't make it easy on me. I have been the leader of this pack; they call me the Rogue Alpha. We have no status as an actual pack, but I have been allowing in Rogues that have been outcasted for nothing. I have heard wild stories and of course, I do end up checking it out because someone can lie to me but it's not easy to lie when I have a witch on my side who can read mine and intentions.

Unfortunately for us, nothing has been going to plan and it seems like nothing is making the kingdom budge. We don't even want to take over, we just want to be treated with just a little bit of respect and not get our pasts thrown in our faces. I hated it because it made me feel like I was weak and like I had done nothing for the people who are looking up to me now.

I have kept everyone safe, and I have laid down laws. I enforce them as well and no one dares to try to stand up against me because they know it won't end up well for them. I don't show mercy towards those who continuously want to fuck up all those around me and I make those intentions very clear from the beginning. I have been through so much lately and I know how they must be feeling with everything that has happened but even my story can't compete.

My father had been a warrior in the King's army, a noble man who would do everything and anything for his pack. All someone could do was respect him because he just had that thing about him. He didn't let things get to him nor did he allow things to screw him over. I hate to even think about what might end up happening if I allowed all of this to happen, but he did things differently.

He started noticing how the kingdom was treating different people and he didn't like it. He made sure that everyone knew how much he didn't like it either and he kept trying to make that known as well. I love dad and I am so grateful to have him in my life, but he was not thinking very well when he decided to do this. He should have known that this would come to bite him in the butt and there was just nothing he was able to do about it from there. I wanted to ask him what the hell his problem was and why he even allowed all of this to happen.

I keep thinking that maybe this is going to turn around and bite me in the butt, but his actions made me who I am. He showed me that if something doesn't seem right, then you need to speak up because you might be the only one who does so. I wanted to ask him what he meant by that and why he didn't let me talk about anything else, but the worst thing happened to him before I could ask many questions.

He was convicted on treason (he did nothing of the sort), and he was sentenced to exile. He left willingly but the night we were going, he was killed. I can remember seeing the terror on his face when the blade pierced his body and right through his heart. I remember screaming his name, screaming for his help. I didn't know what was happening at that moment, but I was afraid. I was afraid for him. I was afraid of what was going to happen next.

Dad died that night, and I was unable to even grieve for him.

The rest of us were cast out, no longer able to reside in the one place that we called home. I hated them for what they did to us because our parents didn't do anything. Dad didn't commit treason. Mom didn't deserve to lose her mate. She did though, and there was nothing that I could do about it. There would be nothing that I would be able to do about it. There would be nothing that I would be able to do to make sure that nobody else died.

Mom died about four months later and I knew it was due to heartbreak. I had to be there for my siblings and make sure that they were safe. They were younger than me. They had to look up to me because I was the only one who could protect him. I was the only one who could remain at their side and make sure that they were alive. If I did that, I think that I could honor my parents' legacy and I would make sure that nobody else got hurt.

It was the right thing to do. I thought that it was going to go the way that I needed it to, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. Everything that I have done. Everything that I have built up to. I lost it all. I lost everything. I lost everyone that I cared about, and I lost the people I cared so much about.

They were murdered by Royal guards for straying too close to the border. But it wasn't them who had crossed it. When I came across their bodies as the Royal guards were doing whatever they wanted, I ended up killing them and that's when I swore that I wouldn't allow them to do this anymore. I wouldn't be able to stand it.

I won't let my family get screwed over the way that they died, and I would not let their deaths go in vain. I had to make sure that the Royal Kingdom would pay for this. They couldn't just get away with it. There's no way…

Unfortunately, some things don't go the way that we wish it to. I have been through a lot in my life, and I have done things that I'm not proud of. I have spilled blood and I have shown no mercy. I couldn't because if I did, I would be deemed weak and I couldn't let that happen. Not now at least. I'm sure everyone could understand where I was coming from and why I didn't allow all of this to happen but what I don't get is why this had to happen.

"Alpha," One of my men barges in, something you don't do but he must have to say something important, "you need to see this… We caught a Royal…"

Now that I wasn't expecting at all.