Alya Rena Rouge Novels & Stories

The moon goddess was not so cruel as to leave me in the hands of that monster and I suppose that was one thing I should’ve been grateful for. "Has Alpha Jackson chosen a luna?" I found myself asking purely out of curiosity. "And why is that any of your business, Rogue?" A woman’s voice butted in from behind me. It was snarky, full of contempt and self-importance. Already I didn’t like the owner of that voice. She was shorter than I was with black hair tied in intricate plaits, hand on her hips, glaring at me, assessing me almost. I felt a challenge in that glare and it took every fibre of my being not to try to knock her down a few pegs.

We walked inside and were immediately surrounded by rogues. “Check them for anything suspicious,” one of the rogues growled. He was the bulkiest of the lot, wearing a jacket with a wolf insignia. Maybe he was the leader. Once the rogues finished checking us, we were guided inside. They quickly led us through the halls until we reached a vast open room. The room was shaped like an oval, with columns about ten feet apart. All pointing to the room’s far end, revealing Alaia sitting on a deep red Victorian-style chair. She wore a long black cloak with a hood covering her face above her lips. To her left stood Omega Lisa, holding a sleeping Arias in her arms.

Alaeric’s Pov I sat at my desk, the heavy oak surface covered in maps that I couldn't even see. My eyes were fixed on a single ink blotch, but my mind was miles away, trapped in that dusty, dark room with her. I could still feel the phantom heat where her fingers had brushed mine. I could still hear her voice not the quiet, broken whisper of a servant, but the roar of a woman who had been pushed too far. “My name is Alyse! Stop calling me Red Hollow!”

I finally collected the cup and took sip, She brought a chair closer to the bed and sat on it. "Firstly, I will start by telling you my name, I am Anastasia." She suddenly introduced and I froze a little it Why does she bear with that ancient and evil witch that Laura is destined to kill?. Wsit, what if this young lady was…. "I am the greatest enemy of your dearest mate, Laura!" The cup fell from my hands and my eyes widened in shock. What!!! TBC

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

There were people in the corridor, humans, so I had to control myself so as not to shift in anger and show this crazy bitch who was stronger. She ignored my question and continued in her slander. "You're not even pretty, I could understand if you were pretty, but you're not. Not even slightly attractive. You are nothing but a filthy rouge" she hissed at me. "Okay listen up little-miss-not-so-perfect" I snapped moving closer and pushing my face into hers. "I don't know who are you, or whatever the fuck you want, but if you ever cross me again you can see why so many people fear rouges" I threatened her.

The maid working on my collarbone gave me a knowing look that I chose not to acknowledge. The knock came and the door opened before I’d even permitted them. I looked up in the mirror and it was Selene. And behind her, Liah. Both of them standing in the doorway in the particular way of people who have rehearsed what they were going to say and are no longer sure it was the right speech. Selene spoke first. “I’m here to make sure you look beautiful,” she said. “For our Alpha.” She said it like someone reading from a card they’d written carefully and were committing to regardless of how it felt coming out.

"Can we trust the alpha's choices?" Alya Dawn stood at the ledge's edge, her auburn hair disheveled and damp, strands clinging to her forehead like battle scars, framing her amber eyes that burned with a fierce, unquenchable light—eyes flecked with gold that reflected her inner storm of emotions: rage at Veyra's escape boiling like the river below, profound sorrow for the dead that twisted her heart, and a steely determination to press on, tempered by the vulnerability of leadership's isolation. At twenty, her athletic frame bore the marks of the fight—scratches on her arms, her emerald tunic torn at the shoulder, blood—both her own and enemies'—staining the fabric in dark patches. Her cresc

If the rogue was looking at rain, then this was going to be worse than what I thought it was. "I said the same thing, and Owen was very certain that the rogue was looking at Rain and not them." Dennis said, and when I looked at him, I could see the anger that he held in them that Luna's life was being threatened. "I want to know where this rogue came from and who, if any, sent him" I said with authority and both Alex and Dennis nodded their heads standing up and walking out the door. I let out a sigh, looking out the window, and thinking back to this morning and all the anger that has just built up with the new information that Rain might be the target and that my baby is in trouble. I look

"Some latent magic, some bloodline. I don't know. But I didn't choose this, Vera." Vera. So that was her name. She studied me with those cold eyes. "What's your name, girl?" "Mira." My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Mira Chen." "Chen." Something flickered in her expression. "Chinese?" "My father's side. My mother was—" "It doesn't matter what her lineage is," Kael cut me off. "She's human. The bond is a mistake. I'll find a way to break it."