Moulin Rouge Ewan Mcgregor Novels & Stories

The smell reached me before the cup did, bitter and green-black with something like metal underneath it, strong enough that I felt it at the back of my throat from the far side of the bed. Something moved in Kieran's face when he saw the cup. Not much. A flicker. I caught it anyway. Elara held it out to him like it was water. "Drink." He didn't take it. He drew back into the pillows, not far, but enough that I saw it, the great feared Rogue Alpha leaning off a cup his mother was holding. The laugh came out of me before I knew it was coming. Short and surprised and loud in the quiet room. My face went hot.

Gosh, what am I doing? I hear a rough chuckle. I gulped at the sight. MY. GOD. His adam's apple moved, earth please please swallow me. I have officially lost my mind. " I am Ros Miller, a rogue wolf," he says in a serious making me frown. A rogue? Ruined everything including the mood is ruined. He can't be my mate. No, not now, in fact never. I am never mating with a stranger, not even in my wildest dreams.

However, that excitement, the special feeling, did not last. My life was perfect, I was Emily Ravenport, daughter of Alpha Eric Ravenport and Luna Aria Ravenport of the Crescent Moon Pack, and in my parent’s eyes I could do no wrong. I woke up that morning excited with the prospects of finally finding my mate. I had been waiting my whole life for this moment. It would be special, our scents would hit each other’s noses, our eyes would lock, and we would just know. Mates. Tonight was the mating ceremony, tonight I would find my mate and I already had one person in mind: Jackson Ledger. I woke to taps on my window. I jumped out of bed and saw him. Jackson Ledger. My boyfriend. He look

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

Grainne was still angry, but her voice was already mild, “Actually, I have that feeling. When he returned, I began to feel that something was wrong, but I dared not confirm it. Until Rowan later told me he was also suspicious, This is information from someone named Egan. He looks a lot like Carwyn from the picture, just a little different. Grainne was amazed: “This is…” Simon replied, "I assume that the person impersonating Carwyn right now is Egan." Grainne felt woozy, she couldn't believe her eyes: “But… but his face doesn't look like Carwyn's…” Simon continued to turn to the medical records of a cosmetic hospital, the patient's name clearly displayed as Egan. “He had plastic surgery, chan

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains.

He flinches at my touch, his eyes filled with a million emotions. They sparkle with hope as I brush my thumb over his bottom lip. His skin is warm from the exertions of his journey, and I find myself caressing his cheek. I feel his stubble on my fingertips as I trail the back of my fingers up to the edge of his ear. And now, I’m not sure what do to. I’m not sure about anything anymore. The rogue’s gaze is locked with mine, the intensity of the moment between us is almost tangible. The moonlight dances along his skin, making him look like a god.

“But you don’t smell like a rogue…?” “No, but you do.” He tilts his head to the side as he examines me, and I take a closer look at him for the first time. I already noticed his height, but this time I look at his curly black hair, and his warm ochre skin. His teeth are so white against his skin that they almost appear to glow, and his eyes are a unique shade of greenish-grey with a slight hint of golden flecks that also stands out against his darker skin. “Your rogue sent isn’t too strong,” he continues, “I’m guessing you’ve been on your own for about 3-4 weeks now.” A satisfied smirk crosses his lips as my mouth drops open surprised by how accurate his timeline is.