The Alpha and The Vigilante novel Chapter 40

He grabbed a pen and a legal pad of paper, handing it to me. I rolled my eyes and looked at him as if to say, "What do you want to know?"

"What is your name and what pack do you belong to?" He asked coolly, now taking on a more business-like tone.

Sarah Madden, I wrote giving him a fake name, lest Alpha Cain called around looking for me. I'm a rogue.

"You are what many packs call the Reaper. You kill rogues violently and are notoriously known for your black mask and cloak." He spoke this as a statement, not a question.

I shrugged. Aren't black cloaks and masks in style?

He rolled his eyes, "No, they're actually so last season." He sarcastically responded and I chuckled. I wondered why he wasn't my mate and why I was stuck with Alpha Asshole. He seemed much more relaxed than Alpha Cain, and I was sure that when he got a mate, he wouldn't be as possessive as Cain. I could tell by no marks on his neck that he was unmated.

As if reading my mind, he said, "You're marked. Where's your mate?"

I glared at him. Dead. I wrote.

"You're lying. I also can tell you haven't been a rogue long. Did you leave your pack to escape your mate?" He asked, and I nodded, surprised that he was so observant.

"Why?" He interrogated me, and I just glared in response. This was none of his business. "Is he the one who scarred your eye?"

Deciding to tell the truth, I wrote, No.

He looked relieved, but continued to press the topic. "Has he physically hurt you in the past?"

Yes, I wrote, but I instigated most of it, and damaged him more than he hurt me.

He raised his eyebrows at this, but decided to drop the topic of my mate. "Take off your cloak and mask." He commanded, and not wanting to push him, I obeyed.

He sharply gasped when seeing the scars and bite marks that littered my body. He reached out and touched the jagged edge of my halved ear, before recoiling his hand.

"You look like you've spent your whole life in war," He mumbled, and looked visibly sick. "If I found my mate in that condition, my wolf would kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on her."

I shrugged. I can handle myself. I don't need some big macho Alpha mate to kill my enemies for me. I prefer their blood on my hands.

"I can tell," he mused, recalling the way I was so quick to violence in his forrest. "I can see why your mate would have a hard time reigning you in."

I raised my eyebrows and wrote, you don't know my mate.

He looked pleased. "Correct, young one." Fear struck my heart when I realized how powerful this Alpha truly was. Magic was the most blessed gift from the Moon Goddess, and it was no surprise how Blue Moon is the strongest pack.

Are you going to kill me ?

Thane laughed. "I wouldn't do that. Your mate would kill me."

I raised an eyebrow. I find it hard to believe that anyone could kill you.

"Maybe your mate is stronger than I." He suggested, and I detected a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and smile.

Enough about my mate. I never want to go back to him again. Either give me a place in your pack as a Pack Warrior or kill me where I stand, for I would rather die than go back to him.

He looked concerned momentarily by what I wrote, but his face quickly turned amused. "That's no way to ask an Alpha to join their pack."

I shrugged. I won't beg.

"No, I can't imagine you would," He grinned widely at me, and I was surprised by how informal this Alpha was. "I'll let you know by tomorrow night what my decision is. Until then, you may stay in a guest room, as long as you don't kill my pack members and what not, Reaper." He winked knowingly.