Amy X Rouge Novels & Stories

This was seriously bad there were a lot of warriors down and still 6 rouges left. “Axel, these guys are insane be careful I called in more warriors there were a bunch that just left awhile ago.” I heard Beta Lex mind linking me. What did they want, I mean they took omegas quite a bit but this was out of the ordinary for them, they never looked like this. I began running towards the rouge I was gonna take down when I heard my brother yelp in pain I slowed looking in his direction. The rouge he was fighting had torn into his side drawing a lot of blood. That fueled my anger even more, while the rouge was still turned with his back to me I took off jumping into the air landing on his back.

“What happens?” “Things just got a little rough tonight. But don’t worry, I won.” He gave me a gin. His lip was busted, and his eyes were red, a few scratches could be found on his cheek. His arms carried bite marks and mud. This beautiful chest was covered in blood, and the gashes looked deep. “If you think this is bad, you should see the other guys.” He offered me a smile. “I don’t care about the other guys, only you.”

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

That was how I liked it. My name is Allister Rowan. I am twenty four years old, and I am the Alpha of the Moonshine Pack. We are the last line of security for the werewolf royals, which means my pack is one of the most powerful in the region. But power only means so much when you are alone. I do not have a mate.

“I can smell it ..." Rogue? ***

They were a lot different from the ones he saw from the last time, this time, they looked extra juicy and more expensive that the last set. He had already began salivating, imagining the taste of each wine bottle that sat beautifully on the vault. The colours of each one of them shone beautifully, it was as though they were calling his name, dragging him closer to themselves. "Oh... I know your poison", Richard pointed his fingers at him, as he said to him, smiling and laughing as he opened the vault and brought out a bottle of brandy. Labelled as Brugerolle Cognac and it's beautiful golden design on it's bottle, it's shinny colour shone even brighter as Richard began pouring out some of its

I gestured for the waiter standing in the corner to come. He approached with a huge smile and asked what can he get us. " One salted caramel milkshake for her and an americano for me please." Amya smiled at me and said, " It's like a restaurant inside your mansion." I chuckled at her innocent comment. " It is, yes." I said nonchalantly and Amya's jaw dropped in amazement.

“And what exactly is a rogue?” “Rogues are all those who are expelled from their packs. If another pack includes a rogue, it is fine, but most packs do not include a rogue in their community. A rogue can be a woman who gives birth out of marriage or out of mate bond. A rogue can be a man who runs away from the pack for his benefits. And a wife, husband, daughter or son of a rogue would be a rogue. So, yes you are a rogue.” The way his words came out, I felt like ground slipping beneath me.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

"You have the traitor's blood. You lied to your Alpha, deceived us all. You will die like a traitor." "I, Alpha Xander of the Shadow pack, reject Zoya Ironwood as my Luna and a member of the pack." The moment he says that, something snaps inside me. The skin above my thigh where he marked me burns. I double down, shutting my eyes. Rejected. Rejected. Rejected.... Red lights burn in my head. I bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as an excruciating pain washes over me. No...how could it be. Xander is my mate....