Almond Cookie X Roguefort Cookie Novels & Stories

I slept with rogue, and despite being an alpha, he was still widely known as a rogue. “How dare you! How shameless! I can’t forgive you for doing this to me, Bethany. You allowed yourself to become one of his whores, and it’s the most despicable thing to do for the pack! Starting today, I will strip your status as my heir, and you can leave the pack immediately.”

He packed all of his belongings into duffle bags next to the door. “Cookie?” He holds up a basket. “The Luna made em before we found out the Alpha was missing. She bakes a lot. These ones is the best.” I take a cookie out of the basket and take a small bite. Sweet toffee flavor bursts in my mouth. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. “Oh shit. That’s good.” “Yeah.” He raises his eyebrows and laughs. “I’ve had to fit in extra training so I don’t gain too much weight.”

Completely ignoring my existence as I perched in the bottom of the bed, watching each of them through my hair. “What are you doing in here Alice? I ordered every member of the pack to stay away from the rogue.” Growled the alpha, his eyes flashing in anger. The woman flinched, her voice soft and clearly fake. “Alpha Dorian, I only came here to see if she wanted to be friends, I didn’t mean no harm.” I scoffed at the lie, earning a growl from the great alpha ‘Dorian’ as his midnight eyes finally landed on me, my scowling face hidden behind my knotted hair.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

I hope Ander never finds out about this. In the morning, I get up early despite sleeping late. I realize that there’s barely any ingredients to make breakfast, so while Ander is sleeping, I take the car and go to the nearest grocery store. Once there, I buy eggs, bread, pancake mix, butter, cheese, and anything else I can think of. Things are good. Even Dexter paid me last night, and it’s good money. I keep walking through the aisles in hopes of finding some things I can take home with me. I opt for a few packets of cookies. I know Ander will love these. I’m just getting to the meat section when someone touches my shoulder.

“Alpha. The shipments have arrived, and we need your signature.” Mason, the beta of the rogue pack, said to his Alpha. The man in question looked up from his desk and eyed his Beta, his jaw set in a frown. He is what every young lady would consider hot, with an aura like that of a god and a well-chiseled face that has been sculpted by the moon goddess herself. “Alright. Give me a minute, and I will be there.” He replied, returning to his work. “Meanwhile, another request just came in from the Blood Moon Alpha, and he is requesting our services.”

she asked, suspiciously. “Cookies,” Michael said, offering the plate like a knight presents a recovered crown. Rebel narrowed her eyes. “From?” “From the store,” Mex said quickly, too quickly. Then signs “Gina.” Rebel’s took a cookie, bit into it, and closed her eyes a second longer than necessary. “Horribly good, at least it's not poisoned” she said. Catya took one, too, and sat on the arm of the sofa, watching the boys rebuild the fort with fabric swatches now declared to be banners. Her gaze asked me a question I answered with a nod: yes, we’re okay.

He plunged the celestial silver dagger into my arm. I screamed, thrashing against the chains. He wasn’t stabbing me randomly—he was carving something into my flesh. The pain was unbearable. I slipped in and out of consciousness, the room spinning around me. Finally, it ended. I gasped, looking down at my arms and legs. On my left arm, carved in blood and pain, was the word 'Rogue.' On my right arm, 'Luna.' On my left leg, 'Tenebrosi.' And on my right, again, 'Luna.'

Everything from riverbanks to ridge lines was recorded. At its center was a carved figurine: a wolf painted red. Redmaw. And beside it, a new one—recently added. A crescent-moon shape carved into its side. Silverpine. Matthias followed his gaze. “Still planning to send word?” “Yes. We can’t afford another front. If Silverpine’s Alpha listens, we might get resources—or at least a temporary alliance.” “Or we bring another enemy to our doorstep.” Kade nodded. “Either way, it’s better than silence.”

The sweets were softer, meant for tiny hands and adventurous palates: honey cakes, soft berries, milk cookies, and pear slices enchanted to sing lullabies if bitten a certain way. Aurora stood at the edge of it all, bouncing Lucian lightly on her hip while Phoenix tried to climb the gift table behind her. Aries intercepted him mid-leap. “He’s not even two,” Aries muttered, grinning in disbelief as he wrangled his son. “Do they make energy-proof armor for toddlers?” “I’m already looking into it,” Aurora said dryly. Then the music changed. A sweet, soft flute began playing a melody Allie had always hummed during the long winter nights—one that Alex always fell asleep to.