The sun was searing my eyes out of my head as it lit up the back of my eyelids. I was just about to force myself up when Marcus burst into my room, the door slamming into the wall loudly, the noise rattling my already pounding headache.
"Ah, good you're up," he says just as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wave him off, but he doesn't leave. Instead, leaning on the wall beside my dresser.
"What?" I ask, my head pounding in my skull. I look around my room to find some redhead in my bed and groan, praying I used a rubber. She was tangled in the sheets, and just seeing her there irritated me. Stupid dick; why does it always pick bimbos.
"The rogue girl in my room, where did she go?" Huh? What the fuck is he talking about? I was too hungover for his dramas this morning. I stare at the woman in my bed. Her hair spread out on the pillow while ignoring my Beta.
"Oi, whatever your name is, get up," I tell her shoving her shoulder. She groans, rolling over flashing us her tits. I growl at her, and Marcus snorts.
"Get rid of her," I tell Marcus, getting up to pee. I push the bathroom door open, my senses coming alert. I could smell some faint scent in here. It made my mouth water but was so faint, making me wonder what chemicals the cleaning lady was using.
"Valen, the girl in my room, where is she?" Marcus asks, following me to the bathroom.
"What girl?" I mutter, shaking my dick before pulling my pants up. I spot the trash can and see a used condom, thank fuck for that. I think to myself.
"The rogue girl, Everly. I picked her up last night and brought her here," Marcus says, and I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to remember last night.
My head was pounding, but I remember coming home, and the slag in my bed was whining about a rogue before it clicked, coming back to me. But I couldn’t remember her face. However, something was nagging me about the situation.
"Wait, you brought her here?" I ask, peering over at my Beta leaning on the bathroom door.
"Yes, and she has a name Everly, her and her son; I found them sleeping at the train station."
"What?" I ask, horrified looking at him.
"She had no kid with her," I tell him, and he looks at me, his lips pulling back over his teeth.
"Valen?" He growls; if he was anyone else. I would knock him on his ass for taking that tone with me, he is lucky he is my best friend, or he would be lying unconscious on the floor.
"Grab my keys; I didn't know she had a fucking kid. I never would have kicked her out last night if I had known," I tell him.
"Are you fucking serious? It was pouring with rain," Marcus snaps at me.
I suddenly felt terrible, praying I didn't hurt her; I couldn't remember. My memory is hazy, and I am sure I was still pretty intoxicated with the way the ground kept moving as I walked.
The woman in the bed stirs, sitting up and rubbing her eyes before running a hand through her hair. I roll my eyes at her grabbing some shorts from my walk-in and a shirt.
"Get your shit and get out," I snap at her, scooping up her dress and chucking it at her.
"Baby, what's got into" fuck me, why they gotta be such cling ons.
"Don't baby me, get the fuck out of my bed and packhouse," I snap at her. She wasn't one of my pack members. God knows where I picked her up from.
"Out now!" I yell at her, forcing my Alpha aura over her. She jumps up, tugging the dress over her head before grabbing her shoes. She shoulder barges Marcus on her way out the door, and I grab my keys off the dresser. Hoping I didn't destroy my car again driving home drunk.
"You're not driving; you still look half tanked. Hurry up, maybe she went back to her car," Marcus says. I feel guilty as shit knowing I kicked the girl out in the rain with a baby. If Marcus brought her here, she must have been in dire straits because Marcus never brings anyone to the packhouse.
"What did you say her name was again?" I ask, wondering why he was so interested in this rogue.
"Everly, she smelt familiar…" he says thoughtfully.
"And I can officially say you aren't the only freak with eyes like your father."
"What do you mean?"
"Her son, he had the same eyes as you, freaky as fuck, could almost pass him off to be your son," he chuckles.
I shove my feet in my shoes, growling at his words. That's the last thing I needed, an illegitimate child. It would be another thing for my father to breathe down my neck about.
"What you never know, you have a new girl on your arm every night probably have fifty kids you are unaware of," Marcus laughs.
"How old is she?"
"Dunno, but I could tell she hadn't shifted yet, so must be young," he says with a shrug.
"Well, not mine then; I won't go near jailbait."
"She wasn't that young, probably eighteen. Well, nearly seeing as she hadn't shifted," he says.
"Did she say what pack she is from?"
"Well, come on, let's see if we can find her. Maybe they might have room at one of the hostels to put her in for a few weeks" They really need to get rid of that law. We have a few what the other packs would call rogue whores in our Pack, disgusting how the other Packs just turn their backs on them.
I sat in the passenger seat of Marcus's car, the motion making my stomach turn as I press my head against the window. I must have nodded off because I woke up to Marcus shaking my shoulder. Looking up, we were pulling into the transition on no man's land.
“That is her car,” Marcus says, pointing to a rundown wagon.
“Well, go on, see if your damsel in distress wants to be saved,” I tell him, waving him off. It was pretty overcast today; the storm last night was massive, giant puddles in the car park had ducks swimming around in them, making my guilt worse knowing I forced a woman and baby out in this weather. He looks in the windows, and I sigh, tossing the door open and walking over to him.
“She isn’t here; I wonder where she went?” He says, looking around before walking off toward the train station.
“I will see if the guards are on and if they have seen her,'' He sings out over his shoulder. I peer in the windows of the busted-up wagon. The thing looked like a death trap.
The car's rear was like a mini grocery department of baby items, tins of formula, and nappies. Canned food, a duvet, and a pillow. Hardly any personal items, yet I could see a photo album jammed between the passenger and driver's seat.
Marcus comes back, shaking his head. CCTV shows she left this morning with a bag and her son.
“Might have gone home?” I suggest, and he shrugs. Walking to his car. He opens the backdoor before pulling out a baby capsule. I help him by placing it beside her car before rummaging around for a pen and paper.
“Leave a note with your number. You think she would contact you?” I ask him, and he nods, finding an old envelope, scrawling his number on it, and putting some money in it to use a payphone if she hasn’t got a phone. He places the note inside the capsule; I look around at the clouds. It looked like rain was going to come back.
“It will get wet, give the note and car seat to security to give to her,” I tell him, and Marcus nods, walking off toward the train station with the capsule in his arms. Not much we could do when she wasn’t here, and I needed to go crawl back in bed or get my stomach pumped; either would do if it meant getting rid of this sickly feeling in my guts and this pounding headache.
Everly POV We settled in the room, and I washed Valerian down with a wet cloth. It was a little too cold today for me to give him a bath right now. Once Valarian had settled and was napping, I had the longest, hottest shower in ages. Trying to wash the memories of last night away. I found my mate, saw him, and he didn't recognize me. But worse still was knowing he was with another woman. The agony that it caused as I ran home was heartbreaking as well as painful. When Marcus took me there, I hoped that he would recognize our son and get the help we needed, that maybe everything could be fixed, especially once I realized he was my mate. Allowing hope for the first time in ages, and I caught a glimmer of it only for it to be taken away, and now I was failing my son once again, that much I did know.
I spent all night writing a list for Valerie of everything that I noticed needed doing around the place, but it was a little challenging, considering I didn’t know what half the place looked like. I also spent a good chunk of time listing ways to advertise the site once it was up and running. I didn’t even know this place existed until I drove past it in the taxi on my way back to my car. Lived in this city my entire life, and I never realized there was a hotel on this side of the City and on the main street. Valarie would not need this information until the place was ready to open, which was a long way off. And that is if it passed the health and safety inspections first because this place was literally falling apart at the seams. I managed to get a hold of Macey and Zoe; they were keen to find work. Both of them were floored with the amount Valarie was willing to p
Not long after the truck leaves my car in the parking lot, I am waiting on the curb. Zoe got out of the taxi first as it stopped beside me. Zoe pays for the cab, and I help her grab her stuff from the trunk. “I never knew this place was here,” She says, looking up at the vast hotel, "kinda creepy, it looks haunted,” She adds, and I chuckle. “Anyway, I am so glad to see you again. I have been so excited I barely slept a wink last night,” Zoe tells me, giving me a hug. “So, is this everything?” I ask her looking down at the pram and duffle bag. “Yep, that’s everything, our life in a bag. Pathetic, isn’t it?” “No, see that pie
Valen POV 2 months Later Her hands kept clawing at my clothes as we stumbled into my room. Her fingers fiddling with my buttons and her lips licking and sucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman's touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before giving her a shove making her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I had to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flailed about. Yeah, that was sexy, not! Stripping my pants off, I climb on the bed and tear her panties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn't care less. I needed to burn my anger off. Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But I was already regretting bringing this bimbo home as I climbed between her legs, shoving her legs apart. I wanted as little of her touching me as possibl
Everly POV It always came out of nowhere. One minute I am sleeping; the next, I am awoken by agonizing pain. My heart pumping in my chest erratically, and my stomach cramping terribly. I clutch my stomach and bite down on my lip to stop from screaming. I didn't want to wake Zoe. I know I keep her up at night, and she always hovers worriedly. Usually, it wasn't too bad, but tonight it was the worst it had been in two months. I knew he was sleeping with someone. I could tell by the pain ratio. Usually, it's just like an upset tummy, but tonight I felt like my heart was being pulverized and my stomach twisted in knots. I cry out in pain. Unable to help it, and the lights flick on. Zoe wasn't going to keep believing it was just period pain. Not after tonight.
10 months later Weeks turned into months, and the Hotel was nearly unrecognizable. It was just four rogue women and three babies doing what I thought was impossible when we started. At times we saw no end in sight, and all of us wanted to give up. Fix one thing, find another issue, yet we managed it. We had four days before the health and safety inspector came out to check our progress, the first time he came out. He gave us a list of issues and snorted his laugh at us when we told him it was only us fixing it up. He shook his head and said it was impossible and that the place should be bulldozed. Nearly a year had passed, in that time, we had fixed all the hotel rooms into immaculate rooms that simply matched or surpassed the other Hotels in the City. Macey and I went hotel shopping, as we called it, and sussed out the other Hotels in the City.
Another two months later. Today was the day, the last inspection to say whether or not all our hard work had paid off. Macey, Zoe, and I watched as Valarie talked to the health and safety inspector from the balcony. He had walked around the entire building with his measuring tape and torch, his clipboard tucked under his arm and pen behind his ear as he went over every nook and cranny in this place. We secretly called him the birdman. His nose looked more like a beak, his beady little eyes too far apart. Macey snorts when a gust of wind has him clutching his toupee. It was chocolate brown and not even close to the greying on the sides of his head. Valarie watched over his shoulder as he wrote on his clipboard on the front lawn, giving the place one last scrutiniz
A week later, Alpha Kalen, Valarie’s mate, stood across from me as we watched her get lowered into the ground at the rogue cemetery. Zoe and Macey stood beside me, and Macey’s mother watched our kids at the Hotel for us. Four people and the tow truck driver were the only people who attended and her lawyer. I tried my best not to look at the man responsible for her death. We all spoke, sharing our stories with Valarie; her mate said nothing and remained silent. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he hate himself as much as I hated him? To do this to such a wonderful woman angered me. The coroner said she died from organ failure caused by the mate bond; there were no other health issues or any explanations. It pissed me off that he was healthy and alive because he was an Alpha an