A Rogue Of One's Own Novels & Stories

When I turned around and looked at Luke, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath, this next part was not going to be easy. “I’ll do you one better.” I said, trying to sound confident. “I, Alpha Hudson Evergreen, hereby resign from being Alpha of the Red Ridge pack and declare myself a Rogue.” I fell to my knees, gritting my teeth and panting heavily to fight the pain that surged through me. Occupied with the pain, I almost didn’t register the shocked gasps and voices coming from the crowd.

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

"My name is Wade and I'm a rogue werewolf. A rogue werewolf is a werewolf without a pack, and a rogue werewolf roams around alone and is considered to be a wild and unpredictable wolf. That is all very true because wolves are created in such a way that we are all bound to each other and in that way we create a pack. Wolves aren't meant to be independent because we depend on others around us for our strength. I won't go into detail about why I'm a rogue because it's something I'll only share with my baby when she asks me but a wolf is never a rogue by choice. When that bond of love is broken between a wolf and his pack, it drives the wolf and the man within the wolf mad." "No pack will take i

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Viera orders the rogues. Grinning the rogues close in further. I’m trapped, taking down 15 rogues is impossible even if Madeline were here. But I’m not going down without a fight, I promise myself. The first rogue reaches out and I swipe him with my claws. He pulls back but I’ve angered him, “You’ll regret this….” He comes for me again, the others creating a barrier. It’s him and me. I might be able to beat him but then there’s 14 rogues left and Viera. I push the thought down. Kill this one first and then see what happens.

But what was a rogue? “I used to be a rogue. Crazy life I must say,” Verona spoke up. “What's a rogue?” “Rogue wolves. They don't belong to any pack and are living at dangerous and lonely places. They're bad, scary, terrorists and killers. They usually attack innocent wolves that wander out of their pack,” Aida answered from nowhere. How did she get to the living room so fast? Verona shot her a glare and she clasped her hand over her mouth. “Not all rogues are killers,” Verona retorted.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o