A Rogue For Four Alphas

Chapter Thirty Two

As soon as I start reading, the words begin to blur.

"You hateful little bitch. I gave birth to you, and now you're too good to even send a message to me. I know you can help, I'm trapped here and the only way to help me out is for you to kill those men your are staying with" Ugh, how did she know that, my rogue senses are sharp but I have never witnessed or senses anyone spying or stalking me.

I should have told the guys the truth about my family but it's so shameful and embarrassing. I also won't allow my past to interfere with my present or these four amazing men, besides they are fucking Alpha's if I try anything silly. Horny or not, they will kill me within a wimp.

Even as I'm reading still deep in my thoughts, another one comes in.

"You're such a filthy little slut. I raised you better than that. I gave you that hot body that you can use to to help your family but now you act like an insatiable senseless whore. Alphas can never be entangle with rogues. Like you're better than us. Well you're not. You're a selfish little whore."

Regardless of who this imposter is, the Woodson words brought back memories I'm trying to busy and it hrustys so badly, I crumble against the side of a building, my chest so tight that I think it may burst. My head hurts and my ears are ringing, and any joy that I'd felt a few minutes ago is so distant that it may as well be another lifetime.

I left home as soon as I was old enough. I would have liked to get further away, but I wanted to stay close for my sister's sake. I purposely never told my parents where I was living when Ibecame an outcast, but it doesn't matter, because it turns out she can break me with a few text messages after years of the incident.

Horrible memories, that I keep buried deep, push right to the surface like they just happened yesterday. Good times with my mother that turned dark getting away from her would let me forget, but it doesn't work that way. Even when she's not hounding, her voice is always in my head, telling me what I'm doing wrong and reminding me of all the ways I'm a bad person

The worst thing is when she tells me I'm just like her.I start typing out a response, barely able to see through my tear-filled eyes, when someone puts their hand on my shoulder. "Jasmine? What's wrong?"

It's Alpha Harry, his dark eyes wide with concern.

I stiffen, my mind calculating the odds of covering my distress and quickly realizing it's hopeless. Instead, I crumble, an ugly sob bursting out of me.

Alpha Harry's arms immediately go around me, one hand on my head, sheltering me against his chest, the other making long, soothing strokes on my back.

His offer of comfort coming so quickly and easily only makes me cry harder, my tears soaking through the cotton of his shirt.

"What can I do to help?" he asks after a minute of holding me and letting me cry.

I shake my head, my tears starting to dry.

"Nothing."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

There's a large wet spot on his shirt now. I pluck at the fabric, pulling it from his skin, feeling the warmth and solidity of his chest beneath it. "No," I say. "Maybe later." "Do you want to go home? We can leave."

I'm so grateful for his kindness that tears threaten to start again. I shake my head and try to give him a smile to let him know I'm okay. "I'm having a good time. There's just ... stuff going on in my family that I'm having to deal with."

"I'm here for you anytime, Jasmine."

"I appreciate that. Thank you."

I'd pulled back a few inches, but Alpha Harry envelops me in another warm hug, his strong arms making me feel like everything's okay, even though I know that's not how things work.

"What the hell's going on?" Alpha Damon 's angry tone, which I am unfortunately all too familiar with, startles me out of Alpha Harry's embrace. Alpha Damon gestures toward the ride we'd been on. "We're over there waiting, and you two are over here cuddling? What the fuck?"

"Shut your mouth, Alpha Damon." Sweet Alpha Harry's voice is colder and darker than I would've thought possible.

"Still working your way through all of us, I see," Alpha Damon says, directing his full attention at me. "Now it's Alpha Harry's turn?

Alpha Harry shoves Alpha Damon's shoulder. "Back off. You don't know what you're talking about." While Alpha Damon 's glaring at Alpha Harry, Alpha Harry's eyes flicker to me, and I sense his conflict. He wants to explain things to his friend, but he doesn't want to betray my privacy.

I start to open my mouth, but Alpha Harry speaks first, as he issues Alpha Damon another warning look. "We'll be over there in a minute."

It's a dismissal, and to my surprise, Alpha Damon takes a step back, his chest and shoulders relaxing into a normal posture, and then turns to go. Alpha Damon's always acting like the boss of everyone; it's nice to see that he respects his friend. I was so afraid they were about to get into a physical fight, and I'm not sure I could have coped with that today.

"I'm sorry," Alpha Harry says, reaching out to rub my arm. "Why are you the one apologizing?"

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Alpha Damon's a good guy, and he means well. He's just a hothead sometimes."

I shrug. I know all that, but it doesn't excuse his behavior.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" Alpha Harry asks. "We don't have to stay here."