Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers Novels & Stories

To rise in power, to become Luna? And yet, she cast me aside as if the bond meant nothing. She was a rogue. A rogue. The odds of a rogue being bonded to an Alpha were almost nonexistent. It happened, yes, but rarely. Most Alphas were mated to strong, noble wolves—betas, other Alphas, or high-ranking wolves within the pack. I could count on one hand the Alphas in this country who had bonded with someone beneath their rank. And none of them had been rogues.

A bond that was never fully severed. That is why they took my babies. They want to break the mate bond completely. They want to drive Alphas feral—unhinged with grief and rage—so they can be controlled. Turned into weapons. Without Lucien here, the portal is unstable. Less powerful. And for the first time tonight… I realized something. They underestimated me. “Are you trying to be brave… or foolish?” Malum begins, but before he can finish his sentence, the ground beneath me shifts.

My head slammed back again—this time against the mattress—but the impact still sent my vision spinning, nausea rolling through me. “Alpha.” The voice cut through the room. Benjamin—my father’s beta—stood in the doorway, tense. “We need to leave. They’re already here.” My father stilled. “Who?” I whispered, barely managing the word. I pushed myself up from the floor, coughing as I struggled to breathe. “What’s going on, Benjamin?” His eyes flicked to me—filled with that same pity I hated. “The pack’s under attack. It’s—”

“Welcome to Falls Hollow Alpha Banner, is such an honor to meet you” my father says as he shakes hands with the alpha of a semi-new pack that’s started to gain members made entirely of the banned and a few rogues or runaways who left their pack for a number of reasons. “Thank you Alpha York such a gracious host and its so kind of you to allow us nomads to pass through your small slice of heaven on our search for unclaimed land to the north” Alpha Banner says to my father while clapping him on the shoulder.

But the pack’s success over the past five years was my hard work—I wanted the pack to be a home for my pups. “A struggling Alpha wants us to form an alliance,” Ethan said with a suspicious look. “His pack has been struggling for the past seven years. His warriors are weak, and Alphas from neighboring territories have tried to take over. The only reason they haven’t succeeded is that his wolf is feral, and when he’s in his wolf form, he kills ferociously.”

I wished him happiness and gradually let go. It wasn't until an accident that changed everything. Derek's parents left for an extended hunting expedition, and suddenly, the large house was left with just the two of us. I never expected his heat period to come so suddenly. In the middle of the night, a loud crash woke me. I found Derek collapsed beside the couch. The moment I approached, his eyes turned red as he grabbed my wrist. The aura of an Alpha pinned me in place. He pushed me down beneath him.

"Alexi is.... troubled. He lost his parents in the same rogue attack that killed my parents and half my pack. He never mourned their death, he let anger and resentment cloud his mind, and he went and killed thousands of innocent wolves, women and children. It didn't matter. Then he somehow started a pack of Rogues and started claiming territory, and they have a rogue empire now. It's bizarre, and he seems to think he can have whatever he wants. However, the rogues hold loyalties to no one. Unusually rogues are not pack animals. They don't like hierarchy and rules. They submit to no one unless forced to by violence. Alexi may be completely delusional, but we still need to be on alert. His del

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

"By the unanimous decision of the Elder Council!" "Alpha Ryder has betrayed the sacred mate bond, committed adultery with the Luna's adopted sister, and defiled the pack's bloodline!" "His sacred mate bond with Luna Ember is hereby forcibly dissolved!" "Effective immediately, he is stripped of his Alpha title and permanently exiled from the pack lands!" "The Omega Lyra has betrayed the kindness of her adoptive parents and seduced her brother-in-law. She is also permanently exiled!" As the Great Elder's final word fell, a searing, unimaginable pain ripped through both me and Ryder simultaneously.

But now, I finally had a chance to atone. One painful discovery was that several of the older pups had already turned feral. Once they had shifted, they abandoned humanity entirely, forming rogue bands to survive. We found these bands vicious and desperate—young wolves forced to violence simply to stay alive. Our packs out west, led by Alpha Declan and Alpha Carmen, had managed to subdue them, though just barely. Now they were heading toward us, led slowly by Declan and Carmen’s wolves, learning trust through stability, safety, and food.