Almond Cookie X Roguefort Cookie Mga Nobela at Kwento

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

"My name is Laureffaine and I've tolerated you for so long- "If you want to know whether she's really our boss, check her wrist, there's a tattoo of the sun meeting the moon. You know what that means right?", One of the rogues said. "Rebellion against the Packs and the Moon Goddess", Kate fake gasped. "How dare you rotten piece of shit", Laureffaine yelled. Her eyes were blazing like fire. The disrespect for her name had to stop. Tears slowly fell. "Why are you denying everything master", a female rogue shouted.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

The sweet trill reminded me of the birds and she had an intense curiosity burning through her green and bright eyes. She grinned at me and opened the box eagerly. “Look! These are the cookies Lisa made them all by herself.” She quickly picked up one and shoved it into my mouth. “Lisa is the best dessert chef in the world!” I stared at her for a moment, too surprised to say anything. “Who are you?” I swallowed the cookie, forgetting the danger of rogues for a moment. “Adelaide. I’m a friend of Kalen’s,” she replied and plopped down on the cot next to me.

He took a deep sniff of my neck, his dark eyes widening in sudden realization. "I know this scent," he whispered, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "I know exactly who you are." "Let me go," I pleaded, trying to yank my head away. His grip only tightened, bruising my jawbone. "You smell exactly like Alpha Richie," the rogue leader announced to his men. The other three men immediately laughed. It was a cold, cruel sound. "Alpha Richie's little princess," Kael sneered, stepping closer. "Out here all alone. Did daddy kick you out?"

“I’m no longer part of a pack.” His smirk deepened. “That so? I wonder what you did to actually have yourself be exiled like this.” He crossed his arms, his gaze piercing through me as if he could see everything I was trying to hide. Nevertheless, it is not something that should concern me. I guess that makes you a rogue now, too. Unless of course you have different plans, which I assume since you're walking around by yourself, you do not.” I didn’t respond. I knew what rogues were, savages, criminals, wolves who had been cast out for a reason. But standing here, abandoned by my own family, left for dead by my mate, I realized something.

" They're in the kitchen on the bottom shelf. Carla made them Tuesday." Donatella looked at me suspiciously. "Are you having some kind of episode?" she asked. "Goodnight, Tella." I turned her around and began to lead her towards the door. “I have a meeting tomorrow.” "Lorenzo—" "Goodnight." She looked at me for a long moment with the eyes that were exactly my eyes and saw everything mine saw, and I held her gaze with every resource available to me. "Almond cookies," she said finally. "Okay." She pointed at me. "We're talking tomorrow."

"But you already have two pieces of earings on you, then how on earth did you find this one?" I was getting tired of her cautiousness and silly questions, she's a child for goodness sake, I could take care of her. I have many types of her at home. With a changed face, I looked at her with deadly eyes "Look here child" I said and she looked at me with shocked eyes but I didn't care then I continued "You better eat up your food or else..." She didn't even let me finish "Or else what?" NOW ON THE ROGUE ALPHA'S QUEEN

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.