Alya Rena Rouge Novels & Stories

She wore a pink tank top that hardly looked like a top as her breasts were barely clad in it , Rosalie was certain , a tug and the top would end up torn with a matching studded handbag and a skirt that smaller than a handkerchief . " I will get straight to the point" said the woman smacking her glossy lips together . " That would be excellent " said Rosalie with an arched brow " Names Layla " said Layla as she turned to look at Aiden's direction and flashed him a smile , Rosalie's wolf's raised her hackles but Rosalie's concentration was more on the way Aiden winced when Layla smiled at him , Great , Just what she wanted another confrontation with her husband's whore .

“ Madam , what did you ask me here for ? “ said Ayla . “ I have the thing that you requested for . It’s here . “ said madam Dahlia smiling . She handed over a file with the name mr Brown up on it . When Ayla saw it , she couldn’t believe her eyes . “ Is this really……… “ said Ayla . “ Yes it is and…..I even got an appointment with him . “ said madam Dahlia with a smile . “ Really ? Oh madam Dahlia , thank you very much . Thank you ! “ said Ayla smiling happily with a grateful expression . “ I should be the one thanking you instead Ayla . You helped me a lot today with those annoying old men . I must say that you really have it in you . You should continue to develop your abilities as you alre

The omega girl was beating the Alpha's intended bride. Aurora raised her sword for the finishing blow. Victory was within her reach. But just as Aurora was about to strike, Lyra grabbed a handful of dirt and sand and threw it into Aurora's eyes. Aurora screamed as the sand scratched her eyes and blinded her. She could not see anything. Everything was dark and painful. Lyra's sword hit Aurora in the side and knocked her to the ground. Aurora tried to get up but she could not see where she was or where the attacks were coming from.

Claude looked up from his phone as he heard the door click. A small smile swept across his face as he eyed the beauty before him. "Well, don't you look lovely." He couldn't stop himself from throwing out a praise as his eyes travelled up and down her frame. Ayla was donning a deep red gown with an A-line silhouette. There was a slit running up on one side, leaving part of her right leg bare. She was barely wearing any accessories, though she didn't need to. Her blood smeared lips were enough to garner anyone's attention.

And she’ll be mine. But then, a memory came, a shadow from his past. A face. A name. Pain. He closed his eyes and shoved the thought away. Not tonight. The past is dead. Ayla is here. She is now. He stood up and walked to the window. His eyes looked up to the sky. The moon brightened his face as if it was out for his sake. And his heart, usually cold, was burning. Burning with desire. ******** AYLA Ayla stood in front of the mirror. Her gown was soft, silky, and lilac-colored. It clung to her body like a second skin. Her golden hair flowed down her back, reaching just above her round bottom.

The next day, [Rina P.O.V] The morning air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of the ten percent Soul Erosion still gnawing at my chest. I smoothed the front of my red Ignis uniform. The heavy, high-collared fabric was stiff, smelling of new wool and expensive enchantment. My fingers traced the sharp gold buttons and the silver embroidery on the shoulder-cape, ensuring every thread was in place. I then reached up, checking the sleek black Alice band that held my silver hair. The waves cascaded down my back, perfectly managed, a stark contrast to the hollow, dead-eyed girl who had crawled out of that grave.

His eyes weren't the liquid fire of the Faded Moon royalty; they were a sickly, jaundiced yellow, swirling with the madness of a Rogue who had spent too long eating from the scraps of other packs. "The King’s little songbird," the Rogue Alpha hissed, his voice a lethal, vibrating low that lacked any trace of Silas’s rough velvet control. "We’ve been tracking the scent of the Prince for weeks, waiting for a crack in his border. We expected an Enforcer patrol to test the line. We didn't expect a 'Rare Supernatural Species' to fall right into our laps like a gift from the original night." Ayla stepped back, her hand flying to the silver flute tucked into her silk waistband. Her heart skidded ag

She’d loved Lucas once, loved him enough to bind her life to his in blood. This pack has a tradition that bound their alpha from having a rogue as Luna. It would bring a curse on the alpha, so I thought Lucas would simply banish Lena, but he killed her instead. And now, this new woman. This is Rose. She was meant to be his cure; I knew that much because I had read about it—the Prophecy of the Second Bond. Only the rogue with red hair shall cleanse the Alpha’s blood of death. But the texts had said something else too. Something Lucas didn’t know.

She knew me so well. I walked over to the rack with my name on it and started skimming through the selection. One caught my eye rather quickly. It's a burgundy chiffon dress with spaghetti straps. There's a large slit that goes up to mid thigh. It has black tulle lace and a see through skirt that goes over top of it. Not a whole lot of bling but it's elegant, sophisticated and sexy. The perfect combo to knock my mates socks off and to be presentable as Alpha to visiting packs.

The other girl giggles, pinning more pink extensions into my hair, to get the right look and the big hair Ryan wants. I bite my lip.. I mean yes he is sexy, but I do not like the way she is saying it ... or the way she looks at him. Masha is one of these girls that ... Well kind of oozes sensuality. She is pretty with red hair and rather big boobs, the kind of woman that makes me feel like a little girl. “Come on Luna ... let's go get lunch girl”. Logan calls coming towards us. Masha gets up, stopping him with a hand on his chest. “Do you have something for me to ... nipple on too ?”