My Human Mate novel Chapter 36

"Don't be Love, my parents were assholes. Reece's family is the second best thing to ever happen to me." He told me, reaching across and placing a large hand on my knee. Quickly glancing my way, he smiled warmly at me. My cheeks instantly heated up and once again I was speechless and had no clue what to say so I asked another question hoping it wouldn't invade into personal things again.

"If rogues hate alphas and following rules, then how can there be a rogue pack?" I asked, praying that my cheeks would go back to their normal colour soon.

"They pretty much just led a group of rogues who hated packs and wanted pack life to be hell. They just stirred things up and caused trouble, even making some of the smaller packs declare war against one another."

"Oh," I said, not expecting that as an answer at all. "So, if it's such a big deal to trespass, what happens when you do?"

"If a rogue is caught trespassing they get killed on spot, no questions asked." He dryly stated.

A small gasp escaped my lips. "Killed?" I questioned in disbelief. A small part of me was worried for Michael. What if that happened to him? Had it almost happened to him before? A million questions were running through my mind.

"Yes. Wolves tend to not care if they kill someone, especially rogues." He said with a shrug. "Unless they have a mate, then shit gets ugly." He said with another small chuckle.

I couldn't help myself. "Have you ever killed someone?" I blurted out.

"Of course, I'm a rogue." He said with no emotion on his face but his tone said duh. I stared at him in disbelief and felt my heart skip a beat. His killed someone. Michael is a murderer, and the most frightening part is that he openly said it and didn't sound like he regretted it at all.

I shifted my knee slightly, making his hand fall off it as I pulled it in closer to me. My eyes were wide as I realised that he was even more dangerous than I had thought. I've always had the feeling that he hurt lots of people judging from the episode on the beach, but killing someone brings him to a whole new level of dangerous.

Being deep in thought, I hadn't even realise the car pull off the highway and stop about four hundred meters down a side road until his gentle hand on my shoulder made my jump almost out of my skin. As I turned to face him my heart was thumping out of control. Was he going to kill me now? Did I know too much? Did he change his mind about the whole mate thing and is going to kill me right this very second?

"Alana, I'm not going to hurt you." He said calmly, his face expressionless as his eyes bored into mine. I didn't speak and I just stared at him. I was either going to die right now from Michael, or die from having a brain attack, if that's even a thing. My mind was racing and I couldn't think straight.

"D-don't t-touch me," I stuttered edging myself even further away from him. Instantly, Michael's face flooded with one emotion; hurt.

"Alana," he growled. "Were not doing this again. I'm not going to hurt you intentionally, ever." His eyes flashed red for a small second before returning to their normal colour. "Understand that. I have killed many wolves before in my life, but all for a reason. I was either protecting myself or someone I care about."

I gulped. "Many?" I weekly asked.

As much as I wanted to get away, as much as I felt as if I shouldn't be anywhere near someone who kills people and doesn't show any remorse, I couldn't bring myself to feel as scared as I knew I should. Even being in a serial killers arms I still felt a sense of security. I was trying to bring myself to kick him where it hurts a man, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Alana," he growled lowly. "Stop this nonsense and quit trying to run." His tone was demanding but I wasn't having any of it.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked staring at him with scared wide eyes, still moving in his grasp. I already knew the answer, I just needed to hear it again. I felt frantic, scared and safe, emotions that shouldn't go together.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. Releasing my waist and taking a step back like he had just been punched. Hurt was written all over his face and it made my heart break in to. I stumbled backwards and cradled my wrist into my chest that he had grabbed roughly.

"You really think I would do that?" his voice was an almost whisper laced with hurt.

"You've killed many people before," I hissed. Shut up Alana!!!

"Wolves, I've killed fucking wolves because they've deserved it. There was an attack against Reece and I helped a brother out. A few rogues attacked my house because I wasn't living the right way a rogue should live. Every wolf I've killed was either "them or me" situation, and I'm not going to fucking regret killing someone who was out to kill me." He yelled. His eyes were bright red and the anger was evident on his face.