Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy

We all dealt with our situation differently. Mara was naturally curvier, all hips, thighs and breasts despite our meagre food rations. She enjoyed attending the Black Hall despite everything. She allowed herself to forget, for a few hours, lost in the heat, muscle and power of any man's touch. Her rounded thighs bore the mark of different hand prints every time . Elvie wanted love. Above ground, during spring she refused to associate with any man. She was the only one of us three who still looked at the horizon and imagined living over there, away from the cold and the fear. Underground, she dived enthusiastically into the anonymous antics every full moon. I have never ventured inside the Black Hall. My wolf pushes me to feel something, anything but I can’t cross that line. I have enough fear in my life without risking someone I despise taking the last of my dignity from me. I doubted I would enjoy the dark, unrecognisable touches even if I allowed my heat to overwhelm me. “You

The scent of terror mixed with the metallic tang of blood. We had all heard that last hail of bullets. I was crouched with Elvie in one of the grey shelf-filled storerooms. We didn’t lock the door, hoping anyone searching would just casually glance and walk away. The shouts and sounds of those being gathered up echoed throughout the building. “Where are they taking everyone?” Elvie whispered. “It must be the Black Hall, that’s the only space big enough for everyone?” “They might be setting us free, lets go!” Elvie whispered quickly. Her long silvery hair had come out of its bun and hung around her shoulders. “Are you insane! We’ve just survived a massacre! They’ll be setting up a firing squad next!” “If they’ve killed Valdis, I’ll bow down and give them anything they want,” Elvie muttered, “those guys can’t possibly be worse.” I thought of poor Mara. Valdis has almost completely broken her spirit. His Beta’s too. Ronan and the rest had made our lives hell. I don’t think about

Only when Declan left the room did I shakily exhale. Even when he shot Warren. I was drawn like a magnet to that bearded, grizzled face. He viciously smeared Ronan against the wall, I still couldn't stop staring. Those dark eyes had a power I had never experienced before. Would he really shoot us too? If not him, what about these eleven new men? All of them, clad in black leather, look pissed. Especially when Coraline outed me, I could feel the heat of their eyes. Declan promises freedom but that is an easy declaration to make at the start of a Freeze. He could be lying through his teeth. Elvie immediately walked off, chattering excitedly with another girl about freedom. Punishing me for not leaving with the Beta’s into the Freeze. Mara had passed out on my legs, her body hot and clammy. Corina stood over me, a grin of triumph on her face. “You know, I’m going to introduce myself properly to Declan. My life won’t be changing here so neither will yours.” Then she trotted off do

I'm still the queen of this hellhole. The past two weeks have been a tightrope walk. The Rogues appear to be telling the truth about being non-violent. There have been no beatings, no floggings conducted. I think they’re fools. The Freeze arrived the same night they came and murdered my father. I pretend not to care but the metal doors clanking shut for the last time always makes my heart sink. It is so…final. We are now entombed under tonnes of ice and snow. You know it has hit the severest depths when the wailing wind of the storms above falls silent. Like a submarine, if shit goes down underneath the surface, there is absolutely no way out. Fire, starvation, flooding. Even if you got the bunker doors open you can’t get through the metres of ice. So I say a few floggings, maybe a throat slitting of a few slaves is justifiable to keep peace. Especially since I have no fucking idea where my father kept the safe codes for the back end of the stint. Ronan is the only one alive wh

I stand by everything I said. Lyra bristled with anger, not that she looked at me. Howen simply raised his eyebrow and strode away. I replayed my words, perhaps a bit brutal but still the truth. It wouldn't matter if she was my damned mate from the Moon Goddess herself. To yield again would be a betrayal of everything my family suffered. I repeated that same thought as her footsteps reappeared. Yet my gaze flew to her anyway. Her shapely, slim legs. The in and out of her hips on show in that purple dress, carrying a box too wide for her arms. Her long black hair was still damp, loosely trailing past her shoulder blades. It gave me unwanted visions of her in the shower. Soapy, dripping, yielding to my presence. My cock jumped to attention, my wolf gnawing at me to say something. “Do you need any help?” She either doesn’t hear, or is too pissed off with me to answer. She vanished round the corner instead. Ignoring the irritation from my wolf I remind myself some distance would be