A Rogue For The Alpha Twins Novels & Stories

But fear. “…You’re sure?” his voice cut through the quiet. One of the rogues nodded quickly. “I saw it myself.” The Alpha’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…Say it again.” The rogue swallowed. “She’s not normal.” A low chuckle escaped the Alpha. “None of them are.” “No,” the rogue insisted quickly. “This one is different.” That caught his attention. The Alpha tilted his head slightly. “…Different how?” The rogue hesitated, glancing briefly at the others before speaking again.

Their faces were twisted in savage delight, a reckless feral delight. One of them, a tall scarred male matched forward, he sneered at me, his red bloodshot eyes made him look even more terrifying. If this was any other day, I am certain I would defeat these rogues even with half-breath. “Well, well,” The rogue sneered, “If it isn't the mighty Alpha. The Alpha with no land, pack, or home. The mighty Alpha Trent or should we say, the mutt without a pack?” My eyes dilated drastically.

We walked past cells filled with common criminals until we reached the interrogation room at the end. ​The rogue was strapped to a metal chair. He was skinny, malnourished, with wild eyes and teeth filed to points. He smelled of dirt and desperation. ​"So," I said, leaning against the doorframe, letting my Alpha aura flood the room. "You like playing with silver?" ​The rogue looked up. When he saw me, he didn't look afraid. He grinned. A manic, broken grin. ​"The Broken Alpha," he giggled. "The one who threw away his heart."

Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice. "Alpha... no, former Alpha," my Gamma stepped forward—their former Gamma—looking at the twins with pure disdain. "From the day you hurt Lady Ivy for that woman, we decided to leave the Silver Moon Pack and pledge our lives to Queen Ivy." "You are now Rogues, spat upon by every tribe. You are ghosts with no home. And that head? It doesn't prove your love. It proves you are monsters who will kill anyone to save your own skins." Alexander and Lucas broke down completely.

“And about Alice. And when you did, I worried you’d come for me. I’m a fucking rogue, and you’re the Alphas. I needed to surround myself with people who could protect me.” It is not the whole truth, but if they buy it, that is all that matters. Honestly, I knew exactly what I was doing. The twins are known for being benevolent Alphas, for giving people second chances. If some of those rogue guards could get back in their good graces, then maybe they would invite them back into the pack. Once they were a part of their inner circle, they would turn on them one by one, taking them down from the inside, and I would move in and take over as Alpha. There would be no innocent bloodshed, just good o

It was someone from the Crimson Snow Pack, and if I'm not mistaken, it's the second-in-command, Laurence's right hand in everything. "Beta Monteverde!" I screamed my lungs out, even if it might have been a futile effort, considering how I hadn't even seen him here yet. "Beta, please—" Just like a domino, the trees that encircled us all fell consecutively at the same time that a cool aura passed by. "Who are you to mess with our pack's treasure?" Beta Carl questioned the rogue before he punched his chin upwards, making him fly to the other side where his troops were.

The memories rushed in, uninvited. I was just a boy when the Blood Nest Pack tore through my family. Their warriors were ruthless, led by Damian’s father, a monster who cared for nothing but power. We were outnumbered and outmatched. I had watched my parents fall, their blood staining the ground, while I was dragged away by survivors. That night had forged me, turning me into the rogue Alpha I was now. Wandering, scraping by, building a pack of misfits and outcasts. And now Lyra, Luna of the very pack that had destroyed mine, had walked into my camp with an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Standing over him was the big brute they’d hoped to capture, and the twins focused their entire energy now on him. The other rogues seemed to guard him in the same way their own warriors guarded them. Why did they act so much like a pack and still smell like rogues? It didn’t make any sense. Garrett and Cole both managed to kill another two rogues each, attempting to get to the brute, who danced easily out of their way as his rogues held them off. But then, the tide of battle turned. The pack warriors managed to kill every other rogue - and led by their Alphas, they closed in on the beast.

Then Alpha Robin replied, "Don't be too confident, his designation is indeed Rogue, in our hierarchy he is certainly a weak wolf. But that doesn't apply to Rogue king Alex. We all know he's working with Lord Dee. That creepy demon." Alpha Edward said, "It's best not to argue if you want to help me save my brother and nephew." The two Alphas who had been arguing fell silent. Their footsteps, along with an army of Scouts and Guards, from each pack and the Silverhide Alliance, echoed in the quiet night. They arrived at a small land area where they could pitch a tent. After a while, Alpha Edward, Alpha Robin and Alpha Daniel stood around a wooden table with a large map spread out on it. The air

But the mention of a rogue stirred something within her—a flicker of curiosity and unease. Alpha Rowan, the Alpha of the Red moon pack, stood at the pack’s main hall, his presence commanding as he observed the rogue being dragged in by two warriors. The rogue’s head hung low, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of defiance in his posture. “State your name,” Alpha Rowan ordered, his voice firm. The rogue lifted his head slowly, his piercing green eyes locking with Rowan’s. “My name is Corbin,” he said, his tone calm despite his circumstances.