Jae Romance Rogue Trader Novels & Stories

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

Tania asked sarcastically. Beth looked confused. “Know what?” “She is a rogue,” said Tania. “The Rogue who suddenly came to Silvercrest and begged for mercy from all the pack members there.” “With pity, she also stole Hayley’s fiancé,” continued Kenzie. “And with that body, she managed to participate in this training,” Hayley hissed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she fucked with Godrick so she could join the training.” Beth looked surprised to hear that. She looked at Ciara with disbelieving eyes. “You… you are a rogue?”

​"If you ever... ever... let a piece of rock or an old man’s lies come between us again, I won't just bankrupt you. I’ll make sure the world forgets your name." ​Kaelen smiled, a real, genuine Alpha’s smile. "I wouldn't expect anything less from the Billionaire Rogue." ​As they began to pack for the next leg of their journey, the ghost of the rejection was still there, but it was no longer a wall. It was a bridge, scarred, burnt, and narrow, but it was a bridge nonetheless. And for the first time in five years, the "Billionaire’s Rogue" and her "Triple Regret" were moving toward a future where the only thing that mattered wasn't ownership, but the pulse of the blood and the power of the pack

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

I said as I took another step forward. “Interesting. And what would that trade be?” the Rogue asked. “You know what I want,” I replied, knowing he had my bother. “It cannot be done,” the Rogue replied. “Then I cannot come with you,” I said, as another gunshot rang out, catching Carson in the other arm.

A large man stepped down from the cabin, followed by several others. He looked like a rogue. His clothes were dark, his expression aggressive, and the men behind him looked just as rough. He glared at the guards. “What the fuck do you think I'm doing here?” The guard didn't move. “State your business.” The rogue scoffed. “I'm obviously here for the trade.” “The trade begins at eight.” “And?” The man's voice rose. “I'm here early so I can get enough of the serum I need. Is that a fucking crime?”

Ace was inches behind them, eager for them to move quicker so he could get to his mate. As they walked through the house, followed by everyone else, Indianna focused her hearing and she frowned when she could hear Tai, sounding like she was putting up a struggle and swearing an awful lot. When they reached the front door and descended the steps Indianna stopped in her tracks when she saw Rogue, Stacey, Raiden and Tai standing on the grass. Rogue was gripping Tai's neck tightly and her arms were pinned behind her back, but that didn't stop her from trying to free herself from Rogue's grasp. Raiden was stood off to the side, eyes cast to the floor, still looking as empty as he did the day that

The pilot, Rogue who drugged Sarena, didn't start the engine and he jumped down with a sly grin and approached Morgan. "Ah, so apparently you already know about your lover, Alpha," said Rogue. "I think Mr. Logan told you." "Let her go and I will spare you," Morgan said calmly. "Ohoo... It's not that easy, Alpha. We can make a lot of money by selling such a beautiful woman, either you pay the ransom for her, or we take her to the black market for auction. Both are equally profitable," said the Rogue with a smile wide, showing his dirty, yellow teeth.

He isn’t touching me, but his presence alone feels like a trap. His scent surrounds me, smoky cedar, something rich and wild. It makes my wolf delirious. My breath catches. He leans in, his lips a breath away from my ear. “Try again, little wolf.” My pulse skyrockets. I shove at his chest, desperate to put distance between us, but he doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even flinch. His lips curve, as if amused by my struggle. “Reject me all you want, not that it will ever make a difference,” he murmurs. “The moon goddess brought you here for me, and now you’re mine.”

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."