Dear readers,
Thank you for giving “The Rogues Who Went Rogue” a chance, and for following through to the very end. I hope that this sequel was entertaining enough to keep you engaged, and empowering enough for you to draw strength from it whenever you need the boost.
To those who followed the story as I was updating the book, thank you so much for your patience. And to those who have taken the time to point out my mistakes, thank you as well! Most of the time, I see these comments and go, “Goddess, bless these readers. How did I not see that?!”
To anyone who dropped comments with encouraging words from time to time, thank you. You have no idea how helpful these have been on the days when I experience severe fatigue or writer’s block.
Now, with regards to what’s in store for the next book in the Lucianne Paw Series, it’s this - in Book Three, we’ll be acquainted with hunters and a potential duchess, but the publication date cannot be confirmed as of yet.
I am discussing the contractual terms of a writing project with another platform, and if that proceeds, I would be working on that book in the second half of this year after completing and recovering from my April exam (it was postponed from February due to the pandemic). Book Three would then be published next year (in 2023). As much as I wished I could be one of those authors who write one book after another without much of a break in between, or those who can handle more than one book at a time, I have to admit that I haven’t developed this particular ability yet.
The silhouettes in the River of Heres of the Forest of Oderem and the circular carving on the spooky room in the abandoned castle serves to foreshadow the sequels to come. In Book Three, we’ll be meeting hunters; Book Four, witches and other magical beings; Book Five, merfolk; and Book Six will be an integration of all the species. We will see how the worlds of each species collide with the lycan kingdom, and whether the creatures from two different backgrounds and cultures ever manage to interact in peace and harmony.
Before we part, I’ll leave you with what I kept at the back of my mind as I was writing this sequel, which were two thoughts - in Margaret’s situation, it was “no one chooses to be in pain, but we can (at our own pace) choose to leave and grow from it”; and in Greg and the mavericks’ case, it was “no one wants to screw up, and those who work for a second chance could be worthy of that chance”.
It has been a pleasure to share this story with all of you. I hope you enjoyed it. Have a great weekend, and see you all in the next book!
P.s. please drop a few gems if you can XD, and spare a few minutes to rate this novel and write up a review if you have the time. Thank you!
UPDATE: Book Three - The Indomitable Huntress & the Hardened Duke - is out!
When the sun was setting at dusk, Alpha Tate ran through the woods in his brown-furred wolf, along with Beta Mannon’s black wolf and Xiera’s grey wolf. They caught sight of a few rogues and were chasing them down. This rogue-hunting expedition already lasted eight months, yet he and everyone else doubted that they caught every single scoundrel there was in the Kingdom of Mondeideal. Most of the wolves were getting tired and impatient. How much longer did they have to do this? When they said there were still hundreds out there, how many hundreds were they talking about exactly? It was exhausting! And the constant need to be on one’s toes was still the reason that some of the smaller pack’s leaders remained anxious despite the many rogues already secured behind bars in lycan territory. Tate was probably the only one who didn’t mind continuing the hunt. Apart from pack business, hunting rogues kept him busy, preventing his mind from inadver
‘Tate, everything alright?’ Lucianne’s concerned voice came through their link. Unless urgent help was needed, Tate never linked her this late at night. As awkward as it was for Tate to speak to Lucianne, who he had been in love with for years before she met the king and became queen, Tate persisted to answer as normally as he could, ‘Yeah, yeah, uh…we caught another three today but...it looks like we’re entering uncharted waters from here. One of them is a minor.’ There was a pause before Lucianne's link in her authoritative queen voice came through, ‘How old?’ Tate sighed in dismay and muttered, ‘Thirteen.’ ‘He or she?’ ‘She.’ Another shock pause before Lucianne's voice came out softer, ‘How is she?’ Tate's brows arched in uneasiness as he studied the girl with sympathetic eyes, and he replied to Lucianne, ‘She looked shit
As soon as Lucianne ended the link with Tate, she felt a strong pair of hands massaging her shoulders as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her head turned to the side, and her mate trapped her lips in a sweet kiss. His hands moved down the side of her body, feeling her perfect curves before his arms circled her waist, and his thumb brushed her skin through the thin nightie. When their lips parted, Xandar buried his face in her neck to take in her scent before his deep voice rang through her ears, “Who was it, baby?” “Tate. He said ‘hi’,” Lucianne answered simply, and immediately felt Xandar’s grip around her waist tighten. Her hand reached to stroke his muscular arm assuringly as she continued, “One of the three rogues they caught today was a thirteen-year-old she-wolf.” She met her husband’s confused orbs and continued whispering in worry, “We didn’t find any minors in Wu Bi Corp, and none of the rogues behind bars
The next morning, Xandar and Lucianne kissed baby Reida goodbye, and left her in the safe hands of the 300-year-old babysitter, Mrs Parker. Lucianne took Xandar’s private jet with three lycan warriors, and they made their way to White Blood. Tate came to pick them up from the open field where they landed. On the passenger’s seat in the car, Lucianne noticed that her friend was feeling uneasy, like he was hiding something. Since he was driving, she didn’t think it was a good idea to bring it up. As soon as Tate parked outside the pack house, Lucianne turned to the lycan warriors in the backseat and said, “Phelton, August, Fiona, could you give Alpha Tate and I a moment, please?” “Yes, my Queen,” they obliged, and got the cue to get out and wait. As soon as the door shut behind Phelton, Tate continued to stare at his windscreen as he blurted, “I let her sleep in my basement last night.”
Tate was already pinching the bridge of his nose in dismay. His wolf wanted to do everything to protect the teenager but how was he going to protect her from the law when he had already vouched to stand with the law when he took an oath as the newly-elected Deputy Defense Minister (Wolf Division) just several weeks ago?Lucianne was careful not to look too ominous when she delivered the truth, “Then she has to be fined or…kept in custody in accordance with the law.”‘Kept in custody’ was a nice way of saying ‘jailed’. Stella knew this, too. “NO! NO! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! PUT ME THERE INSTEAD! PLEASE!’Lucianne sat closer to her and wrapped her arms around the girl to comfort her with a hug. Stel
Lucianne mind-linked Xandar after everyone was on the plane, telling him what she just witnessed, except for the part when the rogues almost pounced on her and Xiera. Xandar heaved a frustrated sigh at the mention of Tate’s bonded mate. When the king secretly prayed to the Moon Goddess to give Alpha Tate a mate, he didn’t mean a rogue. Wasn’t that an understood part of his prayer?‘Please be careful, Lucy,’ he reminded her, undeniably worried since the rogues onboard outnumbered the warriors who went with her.‘We’ll be fine, Xandar. If it comes down to it, I can always use the Authority on them.’‘Thank Goddess for that. So, how’s Tate taking this?’ Xandar was genuinely concerned. As much as he didn’t l
The vampires back then had no intention to rule over the lycans and werewolves, and this was explicitly stated in black and white in their treaty. All they wanted was to be recognized as the better and more superior species, so that lycans and werewolves of the future would think twice before pissing off a vampire by criticizing their abilities, culture, habits, etc. More importantly, it was to ensure that they weren’t bullied in terms of business and economics anymore. Since the vampires had a better chance of winning, a significant part of both werewolf and lycan populations went on demonstrations in most towns and streets, pushing for the Lycan King and Queen to swallow their pride and give in, threatening to turn against the rulers like many of their kind already had by going rogue if their demand was refused. The lycan
Every government minister, lycan warrior and the highest members of the police force was informed about the meeting, and it was decided that only half of the ministers went, along with ten lycan warriors and the chief of the police force. Lucianne managed to persuade Xandar to let Stella’s mother and the rest of the rogues to be kept in holding units in the police station instead of a prison cell, for the sake of the teenager and her Alpha friend. Stella appeared a little less worried, and Tate was utterly grateful. As the policewoman brought Stella’s mother into the holding unit, Tate followed them in. Stella was brought to another room to be questioned, and Lucianne had to ensure her that everything was going to be okay before the girl reluctantly followed another smiling policewoman in.