Joe Rogan Booktok Novels & Stories

As a rogue, there was never a luxury of time to heal. Time was spent on self-teaching through trial-and-error of which territories belonged to other rogues; which rivers were shared and which were not; and most importantly, how to run past packs in large numbers without being detected. It was a cold, dark world. What Tate is giving her now merely through his words and presence was an assurance that she hadn’t felt since she was casted out, and that was a very long time ago.

“This is none of your business.” “Yeah, you said that already,” I heard the man say. His voice was deep, masculine, and calm. He was soothing to listen to. “You see the problem is, when I hear a woman scream for help, it becomes my business.” Jackson scoffed, “you think that because you are the guest of the Alpha, that you can come in here and do whatever you want? I was just showing this Sigma here where her place is.” He gestures to me, still hidden behind the stranger “she deserves everything she gets.”