Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

His eyes fixated on me, making me want to succumb to his ghostly expression. --- Mystique Luna's note: A few chapters before we would say goodbye to The Rogue Alpha Reverses the Time.

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

If it were before she would have been happy and would have started making plans to push them away further but now she just felt sorry for Damien. Far away, deep within the jagged borders of the rogue territory, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was no emotional grief here, only the cold, unyielding precision of an incoming tide. Inside the sprawling stone hall of the rogue stronghold, a massive map of the territories was laid across a heavy iron table. The Rogue King stood over it, a piece of charcoal balanced between his scarred fingers. He traced a line connecting the western perimeter of Shadowfang to the neutral territories.

"Surely... there is an error? My alpha protector is a peaceful leader." The rogue sneers, pulling a thick roll of heavy tactical tape from his belt. Before Jone can weave another sentence, the rogue slaps the adhesive over Jone's mouth, cutting off his ability to manipulate the conversation. "Let us begin the chronicle," the rogue whispers crazily, hoisting a graphic pack record photo showing a mutilated wolf corpse. "Let us discuss the rogue commander whose limbs Michael Jackson personally severed and left for the crows." Jone stares at the image through narrowed eyes, his inner wolf completely unmoved by the blood. If that rogue had threatened the Silverclaw borders, Jone only regrets that

For a brief second the rogue looked at the bottle and quickly back at Kyle. “Look man. I heard you were captured but that you didn’t hurt anyone. If you start talking I’ll see if you can live a little bit longer.” Kyle tried to get him to talk. The rogue finally spoke in a hoarse voice saying, “I’m already dead.” Kyle took another sip of the water and the rogue did the same thing. He looked at the water flowing into Kyle’s mouth. The rogue began to shake a little and scratch himself over his arms, his chest, then his throat. He must be fighting the shift.

In two weeks it will be my 18th birthday and I can finally pledge to the pack and no longer be a rogue. Very few have ever made me feel like less because I’m a rogue but the kids pick on me at school. Miss Evens is always there to remind them someday I will be the Lunar wolf and their queen. Her and the Luna are the only ones who believe that. Miss Evens has been teaching me everything she knows about the Lunar wolf. Most of it sounds made up honestly. Somehow I will be able to communicate and have Alpha control over all of our kind. I don’t want to be a Queen. I just want to be part of the pack. Constantly surrounded by people I still feel incredibly alone.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at