Healer Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

“Of course, he does. I’m an Alpha. He’s a Rogue. We’re hereditary enemies, child. What else do you expect?!” We went silent for a few minutes as the Healer continued to clean my scrape wounds and bleeding nose. Then, Alpha Dorian called in for the two nearby Warriors. “Find this Rogue if he’s still in that forest. And if you find another Rogue, kill them too.” “But father—” I tried to sit up but the Healer pushed me down with one hand instantly. “There’s another Rogue who saved me,” I protested weakly. “H-He saved my life!”

He broke for the first time and refused his orders and left his pack and became a rogue to protect his wonderful beautiful mate. Years later the Alpha paired up with a dark warlock and placed a curse on his family line. The curse was to perpetually leave his family as a Rogue. But this did not stop Gabriel and his prayers were answered with the curse being turned into a blessing as his family was granted immunity from the Alpha command. With this gift, Gabriel decided to open a training ground to help educate the young and impressionable. With many of his contacts still he brought in many young Alphas to train with him.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

“We can't go to anyone inside the pack. Not yet. If Clara’s behind this, she could twist it before the truth comes out. We need someone who isn’t bound by the pack’s politics.” “The Rogue Healer.” I hesitated. Jax’s mouth curved in a grim line. “She is the only one reckless enough to meddle with spells like this.” The name alone carried weight. “Fine,” I said at last. “We would go. Tonight.” **** The Rogue Healer’s hut lay deep in the woods, where even the moon seemed reluctant to shine. A smell hit me before I stepped inside, herbs crushed with something metallic, almost like old blood. She looked up as we entered, her eyes strange, like they belonged to someone who had seen too much of the

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"Dr. Hale has the biggest balls in the pack!" Many healers feel happy that I came out without a scratch, while the wolves who wanted to see me dead are completely confused. They cannot understand how an Elder Master lost this fight to a packless rogue. It makes no sense. After all, I no longer have the Argent Silvermoon Pack backing me up. I am supposed to be nothing. Some of the male healers exchange sly looks, whispering into each other's ears. They wonder if my rogue wolf somehow charmed the busty Grand Healer in her private den too. If that is true, they will never forgive me for taking the finest prize in the territory.

I demanded. "The one that's been tracking bloodlines for decades." His smile was terrible. "You think your brother's attack was random? You think Tehila's bond with the Beta's son was a coincidence?" He coughed, blood flecking his lips. "They're coming for her bloodline next." "Who is 'they'?" "Kill me and find out. Or let me live and I'll tell you everything." His eyes gleamed with desperate cunning. "But choose fast, Rogue King. Because they're already here."

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

That was the real insult. To be Alpha of a bloodline pack? That was ceremony, tradition, inheritance. But to be Alpha of rogues? That was earned through blood, death, and pain. Through breaking bones and tearing throats. Not given. Taken. A fight till death, that only the survior is chosen.