Escaping The Rogue Alpha Novels & Stories

“The packs must see unity, strength. If word spreads of an Alpha entangled with a rogue, the foundations of our order will tremble.” Silence met my words. Agreement. Fear. Both. “Then what do you propose?” Veyra asked. I leaned forward, the firelight catching the hard lines of my face. “The Alpha will be reminded of his duty. He is already bound to Selene Whitmoor. That bond must be deepened. Completed.” Several heads nodded. “And the rogue?” another elder asked. I paused, letting the silence stretch before answering. “Rogues are shadows. Shadows are best burned.”

A group of rogues had gathered around a fire, their voices carrying through the still night. “...waiting for the signal,” one of them said. “What signal?” another asked, irritation clear in his tone. “We’ve been sitting here for days.” “The Alpha promised it would come,” the first rogue replied. “We just have to be patient.” I frowned, my mind racing. The Alpha? Rogues didn’t follow alphas—they followed their own chaotic rules. “What do we do?” one of the warriors beside me asked. I hesitated, weighing our options. We could attack, but the rogues outnumbered us, and we’d lose the element of surprise. Or we could pull back and report what we’d learned to Miguel.

My Gregory. “Same thing,” I tease. He pretends to sigh. “See, this is what I get for loving a smart woman.” “You love it,” I reply. He shifts a little, making the water ripple around us. His chin brushes my shoulder. “I do.” His fingers move slowly over my arms, not in a hurry, just tracing patterns like he is reminding himself that I am here. That I am real. I relax into him. “Still,” I say, “you should have heard the report. Rogue Alpha is moving pieces. Quietly. Too quietly.”

The Demilune Pack's ancient laws decreed that any member who committed a heinous crime, such as betrayal or defiance against the Alpha King, would face banishment from the kingdom, condemned to live as a Rogue in a distant land far away from the sanctuary we once called home. As the firstborn son of Alpha King Avalon, I was offered a chance at redemption, an opportunity to repent and continue my life within the fold of our pack. But, Tania, my spirit could not bear the weight of compromise. I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue.

"But even if you fail, I won't hold it against you." "Whether you're the most powerful Alpha or just a rogue with nothing to his name — I'll always be right here." I was so tired that I drifted off mid-sentence, so I never heard the last thing he whispered. "I will become Alpha. I will keep my promise to you." The days blurred together in a rush, until one evening I watched Adrian pull on his jacket and head for the door. He scooped me up and spun me around, his eyes bright with excitement. "Mira, an Alpha from one of the big packs has agreed to help me. Wait for me — I'm going to keep my promise."

"I'm trying to save him. From himself, from his terrible choices, from the woman who's slowly destroying him. He'll understand eventually. He'll see that everything I did, I did for us." "If you say so," the rogue said, skepticism clear in his voice. "But lady, you're playing a dangerous game. These Alphas—they don't take kindly to being manipulated. If this goes wrong—" "It won't go wrong," I interrupted sharply. "Not this time. I've learned from last night's mistakes. I've adapted, planned for contingencies. This is going to work." "Your funeral," the rogue said. "Or his. Either way, I want the rest of my payment before things go down. Half up front was the deal."

They were packless beasts relying on themselves to survive, unless. Now that Maddox concentrated, he picked up the unmistakable stench of testosterone. The rogue is an Alpha! This means that this attack has been carried out by a pack. The rogues must have united and formed their own family. Falling limp in the rogue Alpha's jaws, Mikhail desperately hoped Elena was coming. What he was going to do would probably kill him if he didn't have back up. Taking a deep breath to brace himself against the pain, Mikhail forcefully twisted his neck, tearing his own skin as he clamped onto the rogue Alpha's shoulder, biting in as hard as his jaws could, and feeling his teeth touch bone. But the rogue did

Paige pressed her palm against the glowing runes of the stone. “I am here. For a moment, I was merely calculating the political fallout of your stupidity. You cannot expect to spin a web of lies to escape an Alpha’s wrath now. My counsel is to return to the medical center, drop to your knees, and claim you were frozen by panic. Feign absolute remorse. Your foster parents still hold a soft spot for your years in their hall; if they perceive genuine terror, they may block Logan from stripping your rank.”

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

Aunt Clarissa. She smiled. “What a dramatic scene,” she said, her eyes on me. “Tears? How boring.” My fists clenched. “What do you want?” She totally ignored me and turned to Drake. “The Rogue Alpha is here,” she said, calm as anything. “He’s asked for her.” Drake frowned. “He is early.” Clarissa’s grin just got wider. “Del Morino. The infamous Rogue Alpha. He’s here. And he wants her.”