The Girl He Marked

Chapter 19

Phoebe's POV.

'Miss You need to wake up.'

I groan as the voice keeps repeating itself.

Why won't it shut up

'You need to get up or we will carry you.'

'Fuck off,' I grumble and roll over, smashing my face into the grass.

I let out a groan as my upper arms are gripped firmly and I'm lifted up. I'm placed on my shaky feet and

a wave of nausea washes over me.

'What the fuck' I mumble as I open my eyes.

It's bright as fuck. It is well and truly morning.

I'm still in the same clearing, but this time, there are three armed guards surrounding me. Two are

holding my arms.

'You're trespassing on Alpha Hyde's territory.'

Fuck.

'I didn't mean to,' I reply and try and pull my arms free. 'Yo, let me go!'

They hold onto me firmly.

'The Alpha will decide what is done with you, we will take you to the cells. Hold out your wrists for the

cuffs.'

I scowl and do as they ask. There's three of them, one of me and I'm hangover.

I don't have a chance.

They clip cold cuffs around my wrists, and I let them lead me further onto the territory.

'I've done nothing wrong,' I tell them, hiccupping at the end of my sentence. 'Just tell your Alpha that

I'm sorry and let me go.'

I'm stumbling all over the place. I can hear the guards sighing with irritation at me, but I don't care.

They hold onto me tightly and keep me upright.

It's a busy Sunday morning and a lot of people witness my shameful ass getting frog—marched to the

cells.

They put me in and lock the door behind me. At least they take my handcuffs off.

Still tired, I lie down on the floor and go back to sleep.

Maybe, when I wake up, this will all be some horrid dream.

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Oberon's POV.

'Alpha, a rogue has been picked up at the border. They're bringing her over now,' my Beta, Anthony,

informs me.

I look up, vaguely interested.

'Her What's she like Why do you think she was on the territory' I ask him, putting down my pen.

'I don't know. Apparently, she's a bit...inebriated.'

I glance at the clock.

She's drunk at 9 AM

'Interesting. Put her in the holding cells and I'll come down when I'm finished with this,' I reply.

Anthony nods and leaves my office.

After completing the form, I lean back in my chair.

A drunk, female rogue on my territory.

You really can't predict what will happen next when you're Alpha.

I'm rather curious as to why this female is on my territory and why she's intoxicated so early in the

morning.

Maybe she never stopped drinking last night.

I get to my feet and make my way over to the cells.

The guards open the doors for me, and I take the steps down. Currently, the cells are empty. Our

drunken rogue is the first trespasser that we've had in weeks.

I approach the bars and cautiously look into the cell.

The rogue is lying on the floor on her side. Her ebony hair is covering most of her face, but I can see

that her eyes are closed.

She's wearing a small top and an even smaller skirt, with a pair of very high heels.

She's been out partying. That's why she's drunk. She probably never went home.

I feel vaguely irritated that she let herself get in this state. She's so vulnerable.

She's lucky that my patrol found her. At least she can sleep off the alcohol in here.

I gesture for one of the guards to come over.

'Please ask the kitchen to get a glass of water, some aspirin and a sandwich for this rogue. We need to

sober her up.'

The guard nods and sets off on his task. I sigh and lean back against the wall, choosing to wait.

The rogue rolls over and pushes her hair out of her face. With a groan she sits up and blinks a couple

of times.

I watch, with amusement, as she scowls and kicks off her killer heels. I don't blame her, they look

painful.

Her eyes land on me and narrow. They're an enchanting hazel and I find that I can't look away.

'Where am I' She asks.

Her voice is thick, so she clears her throat. I push up off the wall and approach the bars.

'You are in the cells, on my pack territory. I am Alpha Oberon Hyde of the Hyde Forest pack.'

Her eyebrows knit together as she frowns.

'Oberon Like King of the fairies, Oberon'

My lips twitch upwards with amusement. Growing up, I've always had people recognize my name from

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

'Yes, like that.'

'You're an Alpha...that sucks.'

I don't manage to ask what she means by that insult, because she pushes her hair back, revealing all

of her beautiful face to me. She has pixie—like features, with a cute, upturned nose, covered in

freckles. Her lips are pouty and full.

She's stunning.

The rogue stretches her arms above her head, making my eyes drop to her breasts, pushed up in her

pathetic excuse of a top.

'What is your name' I ask her.

She cracks her neck and sighs. 'Phoebe.'

'Like Phoebe Buffay' I tease back and she glares at me.

'I'm twice as weird and half as funny,' she retorts.

The guard returns with a tray containing her food. I take it from him and unlock the gate with my

fingerprint.

She stands up when I enter the cell with her. Her eyes land on the door and I can see her mentally

judging if she could make it.

'Don't even think about it,' I comment dryly. 'You are going to eat this.'

She scowls and sits down on the cot—bed. I place the tray next to her and finally, I inhale her scent.

My whole body goes rigid as I inhale the honeysuckle smell.

Mate.

She tenses too, and I know she has caught my scent.

'Oh, fucking fantastic,' she mutters under her breath.

She stands up and bolts for the door.

I'm too fast for her. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and lift her in the air. She kicks her

legs and scratches at my arms, trying to get free.

'Let me go, you stupid brute!' She shouts.

With one arm around her waist, I capture her wrists in my other hand. I carry her to the wall and then

press her against it.

Pinned between me and the wall, she stops fighting. She huffs in irritation and blows her hair out of her

face.

'Let me go!' She protests, wriggling under my grip.

'No,' I reply firmly. 'I'm quite enjoying this position.'

She scowls and wriggles some more. What she doesn't realize, is that she's rubbing her delectable ass

against my crotch.

She freezes as she feels just how much I am enjoying this position.

'Get your wood out of my butt,' she snaps angrily. 'I can feel it!'

I smirk. 'I should certainly hope so. He's rather big.'

'Ugh! Could you be any more obnoxious!' She cries, trying to get free again.

I pin her harder, until her face presses against the wall.

'Fucking brute,' she murmurs.

'Is that any way to talk about your mate' I ask teasingly.

I won't hide it; I'm enjoying this immensely. I'm just so happy that I've finally found her.

'I don't want you as a mate!' She yells.

Now, that hurt.

'And why not' I ask through gritted teeth.

'Because you're an Alpha! I've dated one of you before. You're fucking controlling,' she snarls.

She attempts to head butt me, but I push her face against the wall until she groans in annoyance.

I purposefully brush my lips against her ear, enjoying hearing her breath catch in her throat. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

'What's wrong with a little control' I ask, taunting her.

She scowls again.

'I like my freedom, Alpha. So please, be a lamb and let me go.'

I chuckle at her overly polite request.

'But I'm not a lamb, little mate. I'm a wolf and I'd quite like to keep a hold of you. I hold onto what's

mine.'

'I'm not yours,' she says through gritted teeth.

We'll see about that.

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