Alya Rena Rouge Novels & Stories

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

**REIKA/ZARA** A shrill horn pierced through the silence of the evening. Outside, the sky had begun to darken and a cool breeze blew through the open windows. Arya placed silver jewelry around my neck before running a brush through my thick red hair once again. The image in the mirror nearly sent me flying. The body I was in was magnificent, with the dress hugging her generous curves, full red lips and thick lashes framed large doe eyes. It was evident why the Alpha kept her as his mistress over his fiancé.

Kael lowered his voice. “Alpha… she smells like storm magic.” Ryan said nothing. Kael continued. “And something else.” Ryan’s jaw tightened slightly. “Yes.” Kael studied his Alpha carefully. “You felt it too.” Ryan didn’t answer immediately. But his silence confirmed everything. Kael exhaled slowly. “That girl is an omega “the lone wolf But something’s not normal.” Ryan looked down at her again. Her breathing was weaker now. Barely there. “I know.” Kael stepped closer.

The stranger smiled smugly as she glanced at Nicklaus who didn't take his eyes off his mate. "It's okay Raph, she's Aaliyah..." Elias walked towards them alongside Celine... Raphael raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The scarlet witch?" "Why? Is there a problem with that?" Aaliyah untied her shawl and placed it on the nearest drawer, her blue eyes glided from Raphael to the girl on the bed... "Nope....not at all...." Raphael raised his hand in the air as he lost his defensive stance.. "Actually... You look younger than I thought..." Raphael blurted before he could stop himself..

" The girl is slightly taller than I am, probably about an inch or two at most. Her hair is dyed in two different colors. One half is dyed blue and the other black. Her hair is a short bob with a fringe. She has big round eyes, the color blue. I can't help but think the color of her hair does indeed bring out her eyes. She has a small nose and a full mouth. She sneers at him and then turns her attention to me. "Is this the girl the Alpha brought?" She asks, peering into my face. "She looks better than I expected. You are pretty," she says casually as if she just told me the time. My cheeks redden immediately and I am instantly bashful. I bend my head and look at my feet. I know I am supposed

“Hi, I am Sylphia Klein. It is nice meeting you. You are…?“ Hearing her voice that made Lea stop a bit. But then a gentle smile escapes her lips as she saw the girl wearing a black and silver pants style gown. “Allea Ruie, it is nice meeting you too. Sylphia” “What a beautiful name… I think I heard it somewhere before… but it seems like… it wasn’t really. I mean.. I know someone with a name almost similar to what was yours… you also have the same facial features… I wonder if the two of you are related…”

I was all excited but seeing Layla’s horrible expression on everything, seriously ruined my mood at core, though i didn’t show it on my face but deep inside, i was hurt. I dressed up in denim joggers paired with a mustard coloured crop top, and my white shoes. Stick my hair in a ponytail, and a light make up to enhance my features. I always loved dressing as simple and comfortable. Whereas Layla wore a tight fighting bodycon with pumps, like she is attending the grammy here. “Are you ready?” I asked her. “Yeah, almost done.” she replied while putting a lip gloss over her red stained lips. After she was done with her makeup, we left for breakfast. The toast and the juice welcomed me.

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

A maid responsible for the raiding of a pack? Impossible. How could she have gotten to the mountain rogues and even manage to convince them to do her bidding? Those wolves answered to nobody except their leader. There was only one Alpha whose reputation alone commanded that much authority, enough to bend the mountain rogues to his will. “Amelia is just a puppet on strings. There is no way she could have planned all this herself including contacting the rogues. She doesn't have that influence but I know someone who does and she is definitely working with him. It's Alejandro. He is the one she is working for.”

Because I had him. Reagan. My mate. My home. My Alpha. And once again, I am Guinevere—daughter of the Crescent Howl pack. Luna of the United Bloodlines. The Rogue Alpha’s Bride. The End.