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he said. " Wow, that's nice..so lucky" I said " how so?" He asked. I looked down at my plate, " I only learnt how to make spaghetti and after I became a lone rogue, the only thing I ate was roasted rabbit and antelope" I grimaced when I remembered those cute animals. He shrugged, " You could always learn from the cook book" I scoffed, " have you forgotten the last time I tried to use the cook book?"" No-but how about you keep trying-or you can ask Aunt Renee" he suggested.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

“You think I haven’t heard that before? I have. No one has been able to stop me. They try and it’s all cute, but no one can stop me. When we’re done here, I’m going to fuck your mate and as I do, I’m going to rip her throat out. I’m going to make her beg for you. I could let you live, tear you limb from limb, keep you alive, and fuck you up. I can do that, you know. Keep you alive. Make you beg for death.” He giggled. This man had gone past mad. Joe still hadn’t broken the surface. “You’re weak,” the rogue said. “You think I don’t see what’s going on in that head of yours? I can. I know what you want to do.”

Anyone could be working for the doctors at the warehouse and they wouldn’t be able to tell until it was too late. Sensing her hesitation, Braxton shook his head, “Have a little faith, Red. I know a place. We’ll be safe and warm and no one will even know we are there.” “I’m not interested in places you’ve made up in your little fantasies, Braxton. We need real solutions. Actual help. If he can’t give that-” “Breathe.”

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

I could sense the depth of his thoughts, the weight of untold stories resting upon his shoulders. With a tender touch, I turned towards him, the sparkle in my eyes matched by a mixture of curiosity and empathy. In the tranquil ambiance, the time felt ripe for me to delve into the enigmatic layers of Talon's past, to unravel the mysteries that had shaped him into the person I had come to love. "Talon," I spoke softly, the words carried on the breeze, "there is a chapter of your life that remains veiled in shadows. A part of your journey that led you down the path of a rogue. Will you share it with me?"

I can hear Fen hesitate, I can almost feel him wanting to not say the word, but he relents with a sigh and soon the word is tumbling out of his mouth. "Rogues, Alpha Roman. We have two rogue wolves here at Joe's diner. I'll make an attempt to approach but..." I cut the call before he can continue and get up from the seat with a start. The chair tumbles backward and falls but I'm already out of the office, making my way down the stairs and out of the mansion. My car is still warm and it starts up immediately. Rogues! In my pack! Joe's diner is only a few blocks away but I still drive like a madman on the peaceful streets. I get down, slam my car door shut, and march toward the small diner.

I felt as though I was on the verge of a breakdown, the weight of my responsibilities bearing down on me like a heavy burden. I needed answers, but where could I turn? Who could I trust? Hailee's strange behavior had left me feeling isolated and alone, unsure of who to turn to for help. As the day dragged on, my confusion and frustration only grew. The mystery of the rogue attacks seemed to be consuming me, my every thought and action consumed by the need to solve it. I knew that I couldn't let this go on. I needed to find a way to uncover the truth, to put an end to the rogue attacks and bring peace back to our pack. But how? That question remained unanswered, leaving me with a deep sense o