Novel & Cerita Forever Your Rogue

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?"

I need to get away from here. ‘We don’t know anywhere in this kingdom. It’s so big, and we’ve been running without seeing its borders. I don’t want them to think of us as rogues.’ ‘A rogue?’ I asked. ‘What’s that?’ ‘A rogue is a wolf without a pack, and they are killed on the spot.’ ‘What! Really!’ ‘Yes. Since you know this, we should go back.’ I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I wanted to escape from him. Why was everything working against me? Why was the moon goddess so wicked to me?

I tell the rogue. Slowly, the rogue shifts back into his human form. I keep my hand tightly around his neck as he shifts so he cannot escape my grasp. Dragging the rogue into the forest I pin him against a tree by his neck. "Who sent you," I growl loudly. "I don't know," the rogue snarls in my direction. "If you want to live, I suggest you start talking." I hiss at him. "Some Alpha from the Crescent Moon Pack," the Rogue snarls.

The memories turn my blood to an angry lava. I was sent over the edge when Colin disrespected me by asking me to be his Beta. I be a Beta? Never. I was never meant for second place. I down my drink and slam some money on the table. Nolan raises an eyebrow but keeps his mouth shut. I leave quickly, needing to let my wolf out to blow off steam. I shift and let my heavy gray paws carry me to the border. Just as I hoped, a rogue I recruited is waiting for a chance to attack Onyx Moon. The rogues have been attacking Onyx Moon for years, but their attacks increased as more and more rogues joined my plot to overthrow Colin.

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

“About the girl. The one who survived in Morrien.” They exchanged glances, and I saw the uncertainty show in their eyes. Then the rogue in front of me smirked, stepping forward as if he were sizing me up. “You don’t belong here, girl,” he said, his voice low. “Leave before you get hurt.” I knew what they wanted. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a small vial of rare herbs—mudane, the one that rogues used to extend their life, to survive longer in the wild. I tossed it on the ground, watching as the rogues’ eyes widened in surprise.

“Chaos doesn’t move in formations, monitoring our patrol, waiting for the right moment to strike. Chaos doesn’t remain constant over a couple of years. And for a rogue your mind is still intact fully” There was no answer from him. “Hard way it is then” with a motion of my hands, one of my warriors brought me my silver dagger. I stabbed him sight in the stomach. I reveled in his screams enjoying the sizzling of his flea burning from the effect of the silver. “Who is your Alpha?” I asked “what are you looking for?” The rogue laughed “you can stop what’s to come” he said and I smirked “You’re wrong about that” I said and he burst out laughing like a maniac “The chaos is yet to begin once the mi

I said automatically, as if we had set up a script in the night and agreed on our lines. His eyes laughed. His mouth didn’t. “He knows you,” he rasped. “Ronan knows. He speaks your steps before you make them. He knows the taste of your blood and the weakness of your heart.” “I don’t have any,” I said, which was a stupid thing to say and also felt like armor for exactly three seconds. Jasper’s blade hovered low, not yet kissing the Rogue’s throat. “Talk,” he said. The Rogue coughed up something black. “Talk? Oh, we talk. We do nothing but talk. The Broken Pine is a choir now. We sing your names.”

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I twist my arm and fling her away from me. Marcella stumbles backward, her hip crashing into the edge of the desk. A stack of paper falls to the floor. "That man is Cooper Rogue," I say, each word flat and heavy. "He is the first heir to the RoguePack. He could wipe our southern border out in an hour if he wanted to." Marcella stays frozen, her mouth open, a string of saliva hanging between her lips. "You are going to find Penelope," I state, leaning down until my eyes are level with hers. "And you are going to get on your knees and apologize to her."