Female Rogue Novels & Stories

But if they turned her away and she truly could save him… Genaro would still die. Ruztom suddenly understood why Helter looked like he was barely holding himself together. “Let me ask you something first,” Ruztom said slowly. His eyes narrowed at the woman. He still could not tell what she was. Werewolf. Lycan. Rogue. Nothing about her made sense. “Are you from the lycan packs?” The woman answered immediately. “No.” Then her gaze sharpened slightly. “I’m a rogue.” The reaction was instant.

I didn’t want pity from the Rogue Alpha or anyone else. “Well, well.” I turned and found Clover standing at the top of the stairs, her expression somewhere between smug and pleased. She must have been listening or waiting for this exact moment. “The Rogue Alpha,” she said, descending the stairs with slow, deliberate steps. “Father really outdid himself this time. Not a loving mate or a respected Alpha, but a feared rogue no decent woman would choose willingly.” She expected me to feel ashamed or defensive. I could see it in the way she smiled, waiting for me to crumble.

“What is this I hear about you threatening the witches’ coven?” I looked up from the desk slowly, forcing calm into my tone. “Hello, my love.” She didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. “Reagan.” I sighed, standing tall and facing her. “Yes. I did. Because they’re behind Rya’s death…” Her brows pulled together. “You don’t know that.” “I know they’re lying. That’s enough. If they want to test my patience, I’ll remind them exactly why I’m called Rogue.” Her jaw clenched. “You need to stop this. Reagan, listen to me, it wasn’t just witches. That was dark magic. That’s different.”

This was my moment to find my next move. I trotted along the path through the wild forest, the sky a mix of reds, oranges, and yellows from the setting sun. I needed to find somewhere to hunker down for the night soon. Exhaustion was setting in, and it wouldn't be wise to fall asleep out in the open. Females didn't fare well in rogue territory. I had heard far too many stories of females being raped and murdered among the rogues. They did not treasure them because they didn't care about heirs or anything like that. Their beasts controlled them more than men, and time without a pack caused them to forget all the morals and values a man would have demanded if he were in control.

CHAPTER 3 - MATE! (EDITED) CADEN I was going through the pack reports when my Beta informed me through the mind link that there’s a female rogue at the border. Female rogues were rare. Packs cherished their females too much to exile them, they were usually given punishment or executed if the crime was too grave. Female rogues are normally ones whose packs were torn down by war and hard to leave. But new packs were always ready to take them in. But from Dorian's explanation, this one scent is a bit off, nearing feral. That means she's been rogue for long, longer than normal.

I queried with a frail voice that twisted my stomach with the thought that I was going to die soon. “She’s all yours, prisoner, have her as you like,” Lucian declared and sat on a chair, crossing his legs. “W… what do… you mean?” I asked, scared. The rogue glared at me. He twisted his neck and bent down, lifting me like a piece of feather. “Hey, what are you doing? Lucian!” I cried out. The rogue put me on the bed roughly and began taking off his shirt hungrily. He was grunting with lust. My chest heaved up and down in fear. Tears rushed out from my eyes, dripping to my ears as I lay flat on the bed. I couldn’t change either, I was too weak to transform. The rogue climbed onto the bed, lustf

I sensed the dread in them as they stared at my very dark furs and brown eyes. I turned towards the rogue-werewolf that dared howl behind me wanting to rip its throat apart. It seemed to step back, watching my intimating form come towards it. But something was off about the rogue, it seemed strangely familiar and yet daring. It was a female rogue and her poised stance was applaudable, it seemed to be pleading with my beast for a recognition but it wasn't ready to take all of that. I nudged further towards the female right rogue, the other rogues dreading my first move, none dared to come closer, they all loved their lives.

Mary barely moves, but the new rogue whimpers and tries to move away. I smile. It isn't very often you find a virgin rogue. Actually, it is nearly impossible to find a virgin female rogue of her age. Something isn't right here. Even after my satisfying session with the female last night and this morning, being this close to Aurora and the fresh waves of her heat that are flowing in and around the cage and cab, I am ready to enjoy myself again. I smile as I move over the new rogue, making sure that as I position myself at her entrance, 2 virgins within a few hours, is every rogue's wet dream fantasy. Mary is pinned slightly underneath her and can't do anything

“The audacity you have to invade my turf! What is your intention?” I let him go, and he slumped on the ground. I stood strongly to look down on him. Every rogue is very cunning, so I stepped on his foot and broke his bones. His scream echoed, but my indifference made his fear worse. “You were saying?” “She’s with us! That female is ours! She’s the only female rogue we have! We need her for the breeding season. I—Aaaaaaagh!” I stepped on his other foot. My body began to heat up in fury.

I'm a monster, a disgraced Alpha and now a rogue. I throw the door open, stepping aside so the little human could walk in first. Moi's eyes does a quick sweep of the interior, the first time ever being invited here. Moi then goes rigid before bolting to the center of the room. "Oh my.... Mother of hell!" She shrieks. "Is that what I think it is?" She drops herself to the ground gazing with concern at the animal lying on the rug. "It's a werewolf isnt it?" "Well it's not a fudging dog, Moi."