Emerald Rogue Mystery Man Novels & Stories

"If you did, you would not be so confident right now. You'd be looking out that window, worrying." That caught Samir's attention, but he said nothing. "My husband is a member of the League of Rogues." Samir seemed a little confused. "Rogues? Does that not mean criminal?" "It means they do not play by the rules. I doubt you've ever heard of them. If you had, you would know what sort of man you are dealing with." Her captor's lips twitched, amused. "And what sort is that?" "A man who no doubt has already freed himself from your prison and is taking out the ship's crew one by one." She struggled to stand, still holding her dress together as she faced him boldly.

I won't blame her because she wasn't the one minute ago that had two dangerous rogues on her tail, or was her mate trying to kill her. "No it isn't. Now go pack your things." I repeated, threading my hands through my hair. I needed to be out of these pack immediately for all I know more rogues could be waiting out for my blood or they must have found the dead bodies and come back for a revenge to end what their other brother couldn't finish. " Why are we leaving all of a sudden Emerald and in the middle of the night, what’s wrong,you go out for a run and all of a sudden you say we are leaving,why is that. “she insisted eyeing me suspiciously.

"The master." The mirror shimmered, revealing a live projection from inside a small, shadow-draped cottage in the lower district of Ironvale. On the screen, Mirelle Ashen was sitting at a crude wooden table, her face pale and streaked with dried tears. Standing across from her was a towering man clad in a dark leather mantle—the same rogue in the black cowl who had handed the box to the lodge attendant. The rogue slapped a heavy bag of silver coins onto the table in front of Mirelle.

“Well…very few people know my real name. If I tell you, you have to swear not to speak it outside of circles where everyone knows. Right now, with me, you and Brax, it’s fine but when we are around others, you use my code name. I know it’s annoying and confusing but it is necessary. Promise me.” The severity came through in the man’s tone and only made Adira more curious about his past. What had happened to him? Why was his name such a big secret? What kind of ‘missions’ did he go on that created such a risk? It was like the longer she spoke to him, the more questions arose, and that thought frustrated her to no end. “I promise.” He searched her eyes with his own, checking for any hint of h

“I’m Todd.” I accepted his hand. I felt my head tilt to the side. “Claire,” I told him. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I don’t think we’ve met before.” I was unsure before, but I was certain now that he wasn’t a Moonstone member. I was fairly good with faces, and even though Moonstone was a larger pack, Todd’s extraordinarily good-looking face would have at least registered as familiar if I had seen him in passing. He looked uncomfortable, shifting slightly as he dropped my hand. “I’m actually a rogue,” he said.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

o Emerald doesn't ask or think to. She slides the folders to me. "The rogues that attacked me last night and another five my team captured." Dean puts his arm around Esma, beaming as they fell in love yesterday. Declan starts glancing through the folders. I think more to remind me he's here, watching over her. "Emerald likes to see their files. Everything we can find on them. To know why they went rogue, their strengths and weaknesses, and if they can be tamed again. She digs through them to see if any could be intergrated into our pack."

I stopped myself when I was approached by a male Omega. “Are you gentlemen leaving so soon?” He asked, worried. “Yeah, we didn't really get what we came here for.” I said gently. It seemed like Alpha Richard and his pack really did a number on their Omegas for him to behave so timidly around me. “Were you here about Elijah? Have you found him?” He whispered. I frowned. “No. We were looking for a Rogue girl. About 5’6, dark hair, pale skin and green eyes.” I said. “She was trespassing here, but the Alpha said that he executed her.“

My mind was racing, my wolf pushing to the surface, demanding action. Minutes stretched into an eternity before Ethan finally spoke. “Got something.” I turned sharply. “Talk.” Ethan rewound the footage, pausing on the fake waiter. He enhanced the image, sharpening the features until the man’s face was clearer. Then, he froze. “…Shit.” I narrowed my eyes. “What?” Ethan exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I know this guy.” I stalked over. “Who is he?” Ethan turned the laptop toward me. “He’s a rogue. Used to run jobs for different packs. Paid to make people disappear.”