Novel & Cerita Lonely Rogue's Love

Lola POV I check the wind and it seems to be blowing in another direction than right at him, so I should be okay for now. I don’t recognize the wolf and I recognize all of our warriors and ranked wolves. The fur on this wolf is a bit sticky here and there, it doesn’t look well groomed, so I am assuming this is a rogue. My first ever rogue encounter and it has to be when I am in a badly beaten state, probably unable to defend myself. F*ck. “Try to keep calm and collected Lola” I whisper to myself whilst watching the rogue sniffing around thoroughly on the ground where I had laid a few minutes ago. My mind is already working overtime thinking what would have happened if I had still laid there

I appreciate him even more as my former master not just because he’s my mate, but because when he found me he made sure I was safe and taken care of. My heart constantly aches for the rogue slaves that do not have good master. I’m more than ready to end rogue slavery and get ride of rogues in general. With change, stricter rules, and better regulation pack members can’t carelessly be cast out as rogues. I want to fight even harder for a better world. I’m glad I have a mate who is ready to make the positive change with me. I’m falling more in love with my mate every day.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

He couldn't have… "Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. I was going to… but I don't like my women dirty. Plus, I was hoping to hear you scream when I finally put my hands on you!" From his cackle and dry yellow eyes, I could tell he'd been in the wild for ages now. He was a rogue, an insane lunatic who would do anything to feel something. A connection he could only feel in a pack. I scoffed as his eyes ran through my body hungrily, "Even if you forcefully take me it won't do anything. All you need is redemption… A meaningful bond with—" "— Shut up!" I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face.

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

Five Months Ago ​ Under the dim lights of the club, he was drinking alone. Then, his eyes caught sight of a slender, beautiful woman in a skirt that ended well above her knees, paired with a black velvet tube top. For the first time, Aston’s heart felt a surge of excitement for a woman other than his own wife. He watched her dance alone in silence until he was certain she was by herself; then he walked over to introduce himself. ​ "Hello there, beautiful. Are you lonely being here all by yourself?"

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

There was a pregnant pause as their leader considered the woman who had brought misfortune back into their midst for a long instant. However, the gray wolf spoke not a word to the volatile red-haired witch, but turned instead towards her companion. His brow, still marked with his disapproval for what had transpired in his absence and for the issue of the Rogue’s very presence there. The Lycan issued a sigh of seemingly residual disappointment and exasperation as he asked, ‘Why are you even here, Luther?’ The answer, a long and complicated history that Luther seemed reluctant to share for fear that it would fall short of an acceptable excuse. He averted his eyes from the Lycan who had posed t

"I'm enlightened. I've seen what your kind does to those who love you. I've watched strong wolves break under the weight of your political games and power plays." He lunged again, and this time I was ready. Despite my injury, I managed to catch the rogue's wrist, stopping the knife inches from my throat. They grappled in the narrow alley, My superior size and training warring against the stranger's desperate fury and complete disregard for his own safety. "She was perfect," the rogue hissed as we struggled. "Loyal, loving, everything a mate should be. And you threw her away like garbage because she wasn't useful enough for your ambitions."