A Rogue Of One's Own の小説・ストーリー

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

"And I hate sleeping alone now." I turned to face him, snuggling into his warmth. My bed was smaller than his, forcing us into an intimacy that made my heart race. "What did you do all day?" I asked, tracing the line of his collarbone through his shirt. "Pack business," he sighed, closing his eyes. "We had a sighting. A Rogue." "Rogue?" The word sent a shiver down my spine. "A wolf without a pack," he explained, his voice thick with exhaustion. "They go feral. The isolation drives them mad. They attack packs, hurt people. They’re dangerous, Luna."

"Are you not a part of a pack then?" "Ha, Goddess, no, we are all rogues here." "Rogues?" I felt dense, but I needed to know what the troupe was talking about if I heard these words. "A rogue is a werewolf with no pack of their own. Sometimes it's by choice, or they are forced to leave their pack. There are many reasons for someone to be a rogue. Once I became a rogue in France, I decided to come to America for a fresh start. Once I stepped foot on this soil, and I saw how many rogues there were here, I decided to make a home for as many as I could."

Tilly Drops her hands and steps back. “Onyx, do you think I am dumb?” Her question catches me off guard. “Of course not. But you are not a rogue.” “Yet.” she says softly. “And becoming a rogue won’t suddenly make me useless and dumb.” “You misunderstand. Rogues can not have a leader amongst them. It’s part of their punishment.” It is more and more obvious to me she has no idea of the world she is convinced she is going to end up in. “They are meant to feel lost, never fully finding a purpose because there is no one to guide them. It’s not a glorious life.”

I think I’ve covered everything. “What’s a rogue? Someone called me one,” she mentioned, frowning. Clearly not. “A rogue is a wolf without a pack. They’re no good and mostly get killed on the spot because they’re dangerous,” I told her honestly. “I’m not dangerous,” she stated. “I know you aren’t, but because you don’t belong to a pack, it makes you a rogue. Most wolves are programmed to kill a rogue when meeting them,” I sighed. “So, why am I still alive?” she asked.

I was going to die here or be raped by some perverted psychopath that would force me to have his child. Suddenly, a door flew open, startling me as I realized there wasn't a handle on the inside. The loud clang of metal hitting the wall made me wince. I instinctively curled up into a ball, attempting to shield most of my exposed body. The rogues who had abducted me entered the room. Rogue One, the one who seemed like he was in charge, tossed clothes in my direction. "Here, put these on," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Mmmm you're a pretty one," the other one purred in a way that instantly made me want to vomit.

It was evident that he conveniently disregarded my explicit statement that this rogue was different and nothing like the rogues who lived just beyond our pack territory. Those rogues living there were weak, almost devoid of their wolf instincts. Even if a whole group of them would have attacked Gamma Raymond and his men, they wouldn't have escaped unscathed from the warriors. However, this lone rogue had managed to take down all the men, leaving them with life-threatening injuries. "I made myself clear, Roman. This rogue was distinct, and definitely not part of that community," I stated calmly, my fingers tapping irritably on my thighs. The rest of the men around the table remained silent, g

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.