Marcus's POV
I was heading back to the pack house after patrolling all night, and I was tired as hell. Not only because of the patrolling, but also because of the thoughts of my mate. Who is she? Is she really a rogue? And if Shadow's instincts are right, then is she really an omega?! An omega in the wild? I am scared and worried at the same time. I don't know what to do.
"Maybe go to your room and take a nap. We found that our mate is a rogue and, according to my instinct, an omega, and on top of that, we have been patrolling and keeping our borders safe all night. Let's sleep, I am exhausted too," Shadow said, and I agree with him. We suddenly have a lot on our plates.
"Fine! I will go directly to my room instead of meeting my parents like I planned to do after patrolling."
"Good little human," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I am not the dog; he is, but I am too tired to argue with him right now.
I go to my room, freshen up, change, and head to bed for a nice and long nap or sleep or whatever consumes me right now to rest. It was a long night, and now, all I wanted was some sleep. Some nice sleep with the dreams of my mate. Yeah, even though my parents or the pack won't accept her, I do. I just hope she isn't like the rogues I grew up hating or like the ones I kill without hesitation and she is an omega in the wild, then I will do everything in my power to make her feel safe with me again because the wild isn't kind to even a beta or an alpha, let alone an omega.
And just like that, with the thoughts of my mate, I drifted to sleep with what I think was a noticeable frown on my face because of all the events that happened last night.