Think about what the rogues would say if they knew what a massive catch they had on me! Of course, I will not be accepting it soon. If I accept this role, I am the future queen of the wolves. Then again, I run out on him. He probably has a chosen mate at hand. That's fine with me.

I bang on the cell door and call for the guard to come. His teeth are yellow and brown, and his breath smells like a butt. The rogue seems to have one missing eye, an eye patch can be.

The filthy rogue, who is a little overconfident approaches my cell. "You...