CHAPTER EIGHT

I went ahead with my business ignoring the annoying Alpha. What's wrong with him anyway? I mean, who on earth growls at their saviour? That's his problem not mine.

I wiped the blood off my dagger and then turned around to leave only for several more rogues to appear before us.

Seriously! Today was a bad day for me. I cracked my neck and pulled up my sleeve, ‘who’s first?’ I asked. No one needed to tell me that this group of rogues was here to fight, it’s just a simple law of “the jungle” as I like to call it.

One of them stepped forward his eyes scanning the length of me, well not in a good way.

His lustful gaze made me felt disgusted, Only then did I realize that half my shirt was gone.

Mister Alpha seemed to have a problem with the way they were looking at me for he growled, the type of growl I was just too familiar with, that of a predator.

The rogue with the dirty blond hair stepped forward his look not so different from the rest of his team. ‘Miss it’s not you we're after but