Alistair

I have a strange feeling about this.

Somehow, I don't think this was the only time I'd ever see that boy from the waterfalls.

Though I very much would prefer it that way.

If I never see any obnoxious pack boys again, I'd be happy about it. Though Tristan was a little intrigued by the boy who couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Not that he commented about it with me, but I can tell he was curious about him.

I guess it's normal considering we never get to interact with other people our age. Sure, there were men and women at the cattle farm, but they were all adults.

The kids probably reside in a separate part of the farm that we didn't get to see. It's not like we were given a grand tour, we'd just show up and do the assignment.

It's fine, we weren't there to socialize. But the point is I think it's normal for Tristan to be curious about it. Him.

I'm a little intrigued myself as I've never seen any other omega like me. Maybe in different circumstances, that boy and I could be friends.

Who knows. Preferably, if he stopped thirsting after Tristan. I mean, I've never seen something quite like that. Someone so forward.

All it'd take was a bat of an eyelash and that Lex would've thrown himself at Tristan, no doubt about it.

Yeah... not a fan of his. But I wouldn't mind talking to him about the ups and downs of being an omega. I'd very much welcome that.

Anyway, the crisis was averted. Now, we're back to our normal routine of building and kissing when we're alone-ish.

At night inside our tent, the two of us are talking about recent events.

"You're hoping to meet that Lex again, aren't you? I can tell you were intrigued by him." - I started, a tad jealous.

Tristan laughed at this. Christian is trying his best to stay out of the conversation as he lies to my back.

"I don't know if I want to see him again. I just never met someone so forward like that." - He replied, bashfully.

"Neither have I. He was practically throwing himself at you." - I grunted in a sour mood. Tristan caressed my face, giggling.

"You don't need to be jealous. I'm not gonna trade you for some pack boy I'm not even allowed to see." - He assured me, sweetly.

"Oh so if you were allowed, you'd see him. Is that it?" - I accused with a sassy attitude.

He laughed at my remark.

"No, I meant you are irreplaceable my dear Ali. There's no one I'd rather be with." - He spoke and I melted. We kissed for a while.

I know our options are limited. We don't know much of the world yet, which is why I don't want to be seeded in the first place.

I don't wanna get stuck with a pup while he gallivants around, possibly discovering new places and people.

Like I said, momma raised no fool. I know he's saying that right now because we're stuck with each other.

But he's already 18 and though I find it very unlikely that he'll abandon his parents and the only family he knows, I'm not so sure he'll stay with us forever.

Who knows, he could even decide to join a pack someday. Honestly, I have no idea one way or the other. But I'll take the kissing I'm afforded now.

I like it very much.

We drift off to sleep enjoying each other's company.

When momma wakes us up the next day, I'm feeling the sun shining on our tent as if it was summer.

Apparently, we're in for another unusual hot autumn day. Too bad we can't spend it at the river like last time. I liked that so much.😏

I greeted my friends good morning as we yawned, getting ready for another bright day.

Tristan kissed me before we left the tent, only this time something odd happened. He couldn't stop kissing me once he started and I felt so warm for him like I don't usually feel.

Yes, I always find myself attracted to him. But this morning my attraction seems uncontrollable. We make out intensely and Chris starts ogling us with a weird expression on his face.

"Guys, that's enough. We need to get out now and have breakfast." - He said in an annoyed tone.

But we didn't stop. On the contrary, we got more intense, feeling each other's bodies up and down. It feels incredible to be touched.

And I want more. So much more.

Tristan lifts up my shirt and kisses my neck, my chest.

"What are you two doing? Your momma is going to enter and catch you both in the act. Stop fooling around!" - Chris chastised us, not that we could listen.

We were in our own world. And in this world, we wanted more touching, more contact. I need him inside of me now.

As I begin to feel his hardness for me, Chris starts to get freaked out. This isn't normal behavior for either of us.

"Martha!" - He yelled for momma, sounding worried as he looked at us nearly naked.

Momma opened the tent, peeved at the delay of our exit, mumbling something when she saw the scene inside and immediately got worried.

"He's in heat. Don't touch him!" - She exclaimed in a desperate tone.

"Joe! Come here quickly!" - She yelled for Tristan's father, who rushed to see what's happening.

When he did, he also got spooked.

"Help me get Tristan away from him now!" - She told him, before they crammed into a small tent to separate the two of us.

Momma pulled me away from him as Joe grabbed his son, none of us willing to be parted from each other.

We whimpered from the loss of contact, as momma dressed me quickly before dragging me out of the tent. Joe did the same to his son.

Momma sat me down at the table, taking my temperature with her hand.

"Sarah, fetch me that tea please! Ali is in season!" - She yelled in a concerned voice. Though by now the entire camp is aware of the situation as everyone is restless looking at us.

Joe got Tristan some water to cool down. Sarah brought in a tea for me to drink, which momma practically force fed me down my throat.

After a moment, we all started to eat breakfast though momma is still looking worriedly at me.

"I'm sorry for what happened earlier, ma'am. I didn't mean for it to have occurred like that." - Tristan apologized to momma, feeling guilty.

"It's fine, Tristan. I'm glad we caught you two before it was too late." - She replied without much thought.

Both of us gulped at her words.

"Me too." - I muttered, mortified.

"Are you feeling better, sweetie?" - Sarah asked me from her seat at the large table.

"Yes, I am. Thanks for the tea by the way. It was magical." - I replied with a chipper tone. She really is a wizard with herbs, though I still would like very much to ride Tristan if I were given the opportunity.😳

Momma confined me to house activities for the day. She doesn't want me working with the men for fear of an incident.

However, I insisted on going to the river to fetch water since I can't do hard manual labor. She wouldn't let me out of her sight, so she came along while Sarah looked after the kids.

We walked together in silence for a moment. That is until I apologized to her for the trouble, but she said it's not a bother.

She already expected it to happen and has prepared accordingly. I love my momma so much.

We made it to the river without a hitch and fetched a few buckets for supper. If there's a constant in the camp is the need for fresh water. We need it for almost everything.

And the women don't allow the kids to go to the river to bathe, so they prepare a bath inside of the house. We can't expose them to the potential dangers of the woods and I don't mean the wild animals.

"Is that where there's a waterfall?" - She asked me pointing upwards at the river. There are two levels of the river. First, the waterfalls then a cascade of water fills another portion of land.

It's ideal for a bath or to fetch water since it's calm and still. But if you want fun and adventure, you go under the waterfalls. It's delicious to feel the water dropping on you like a cold shower.

"Yes, it is. Right over there." - I pointed in the direction, before picking up the now heavy buckets.

Momma sighed for a moment, then picked up her buckets. We start walking the long way back to camp.

Damn, I don't mean to complain but I wanted running water at times. Or at least to camp near the river, but it's too dangerous. We'd be too exposed to outsiders.

As we walked on, we picked up a foreign scent. We tried to carry on like business as usual, but momma gave me a troubled look.

I can see the cold sweat trickle down her forehead. We're alone, still too far to call for help at this point.

Three wolves came in howling at us, one showing teeth and the others barking in a threatening way. For a moment, I thought they'd be pack wolves doing a patrol or something.

But no such luck. These are no pack wolves. These are rogues like us.

"We're just walking here, passing through. We want no trouble. Please, let my boy and I go." - Momma stated, fear drenching her words as she drops the buckets carefully onto the ground.

I can see their threatening stances. Their angry gazes. But why? They know we're not pack werewolves. Leave us alone.

The three of them start to shift back into humans, one by one. We averted our eyes from their forms as much as possible, though momma is wide alerted.

"What do we have here, fellows? An omega in heat?" - A caucasian brunette man spoke first, lusting after me. I'm incredibly uncomfortable under his piercing gaze.

"Please, it's his first heat. He's only 17. I'm sure you can find someone else to satisfy your needs. Leave my boy alone!" - Momma spoke in a pleading tone, voice shaking.

"Are you offering?" - The second man came closer to us, smiling mischievously at her who flinched at his proximity. He is dirty blond, lean and tall.

"No, I ain't offering anything except leave now and you get to keep your lives!" - She threatened them, really angrily.

They laughed at her. One of them rubs his palms together, salivating at me. I can see their pupils are dilated, same as the men at camp. I can smell their sexual drive intoxicating the air. It's actually nauseating to me.

But I don't think I can fend off any of them from getting their way with me. But I'm certainly gonna fight like hell.

"I think I want the mom first. Then, I can have the son later." - The brunette guy said, grinning naughtily at us while his friends made a move on me.

As the brunette guy advances on mom, she plunges a pocket knife that I didn't know she had onto his neck. It happened so fast, he barely had any time to react.

She removed the knife in one instant and the man dropped on the ground, bleeding out profusely.

"You fucking bitch!" - A dark skinned fellow shouted at her, eyes glowing with rage.

They both move against her. She drops to the floor in a surprising move and plunges the knife in one of the guys' feet, shocking them both.

And while this man is convalescing over his foot, she jumps at the third bloke striking him down with a headlock, before knifing his left eye violently.

He drops dead and the third man tries to walk away, limping. Though he can't get very far from her. Not fast enough.

"I said you people could leave with your life, didn't I?" - She walked up to him, playing with the knife that easily jumped from one hand to another so expertly you'd think she does this for a living.

"I said don't mess with my pup, didn't I?" - She continued, rabidly angry.

She comes closer to the man, foot bleeding, who tries to take a swing at her but misses.

"I've told y'all. Don't mess with my pup!" - She snarled at him, sliding her very sharp knife across his neck. Afterwards, she cleaned it with her shirt, retracted and put it back in her pocket.

Then she turned to me and said:

"Pick up the buckets, we're gonna need them today." - She collected her buckets as well.

"Yes, momma." - I said and did as told, avoiding looking at the men lying on the ground.

As the men bleed out, we walked away from the scene back to camp. I'm so incredibly proud of her for not letting them get away with what they wanted to do.

I was incredibly scared for us, of course. Petrified. But to her point: don't mess with her pup.

You don't get to live for 20 years as a rogue without some serious survival skills. I had never even seen that pocket knife before, but I'm glad she had it.

I think it is one of those things you pray you never have to use, but can't leave home without it.

Oh and before I forget...

When she was a teenager, momma dreamed of nothing else than to become a warrior like her pappa. She trained with him ever since she can remember.

She spent her high school years preparing and training hard to one day achieve the same position as her father.

When she came to the try out for a warrior position, momma was well prepared. She knocked out opponents and well connected candidates for the job.

But when it came to announce the approved candidates, she was passed over for less qualified men in her pack.

Momma was incredibly heartbroken. She left her pack and vowed to never depend on any man for anything ever again.

It was going well until she met my dad, fell in love and got her heart broken once again when he left her with a pup to raise alone.

But she persevered. There's no other choice when you have a mouth to feed and only you can do it.

Years later she found Sarah and they joined forces. Then, the Maldonados. Lastly, Christian and Elodie's family.

Families with only one goal: unite to survive, each with their own strengths. And stories. Pappa was the last to join in. He was a lone wolf until he met momma.

He said he never met a woman quite like her.

When we arrived at the camp, everyone smelled blood on us and momma told them what had happened - the little kids were playing and didn't hear any of it, of course.

Everyone was appalled by the events, especially the women. Tristan wanted to hug me but couldn't. No man can touch me for the time being.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, Martha." - Sarah comforted her friend with a hug. She gave me another mug of tea.

All the women offered her some form of comfort as the men commended her bravery. Pappa also joined in on the affection and embraced her.

"I'm so sorry, my love." - He spoke while close to her.

"It's fine now. I had no choice but to protect my pup." - She said, looking at me with affection.

"I'm sorry, momma." - I spoke, remorsefully.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, son. I pity the one who comes for any of my puppies." - She spoke, boastfully looking at all her children.

I know, right? Best momma ever!

Don't mess with me because I don't walk alone.

A|N: I never said rogues had it easy.

I'm having a tough time naming some of these chapters. Ironically, I heard of this artist by an intern at work and when I was researching for a song to name this I remembered her name.

Great song cause I had no idea what to name this. Next one is called Bad Blood.

Oh Ali, this picture. Those eyes... *swoons*

Love,

Léo.