Novel & Cerita My Ex Husband, The Alpha; His Brother, The Rogue.

“They’re a part of the hierarchy and part of the problem.” “So are you,” I point at him. “You’re also an alpha now.” “But I don’t have a pack,” he smirks. “And I wasn’t an alpha then. I was just another rogue, asking his friends a favour.” “You rallied a time of rogues to attack Constantine,” I say firmly. “And they were willing. That sounds pretty much like an alpha to me.”

They were packless beasts relying on themselves to survive, unless. Now that Maddox concentrated, he picked up the unmistakable stench of testosterone. The rogue is an Alpha! This means that this attack has been carried out by a pack. The rogues must have united and formed their own family. Falling limp in the rogue Alpha's jaws, Mikhail desperately hoped Elena was coming. What he was going to do would probably kill him if he didn't have back up. Taking a deep breath to brace himself against the pain, Mikhail forcefully twisted his neck, tearing his own skin as he clamped onto the rogue Alpha's shoulder, biting in as hard as his jaws could, and feeling his teeth touch bone. But the rogue did

The Alpha, seeing his pack warriors being circled up by the rogues, made his blood boil. Erik stepped forward to the rogues while growling at the enemies. His presence holds so much power that even rogues will feel the pressure. Some became hesitant about attacking, and some rogues were waiting for their companions to move. One rogue couldn't handle the tense atmosphere and attacked Erik, but one rogue couldn't hurt the most powerful Alpha. Much less kill him. In an instant, the head of the attacker rolled to the ground. Alpha Erik, who is called the strongest and ruthless, is seen in this scene. The members who saw their Alpha fighting started killing the other rogues to get near their Alph

The look on his tells me that im not going to hear good news “ What? Tell me “ I push him. “let's go inside first “ we did “So, what is it?” “ The Rogue Alpha is the son of the an old Alpha that my parents were looking for, now the son is the one that took over the pack a few weeks ago” he say but what does that have to do with me? He must have seen the confusion on my face because he said” Well when the father was involved they would rob packs and not hurt anyone but the son is completely different, just two days ago they rob a pack and killed four members” “ So the son is more deadly than the father?” I ask him because that's just great.

The door opens to two men; one has black hair with silver streaks and a scar across his left eye, he is tall, well built and looks about forty, the other is younger, probably around Ryder's age and sports messy mocha brown hair and piercing green eyes. “Alpha, we have a problem,” the older one says as soon as the door opens. “Two rogues tried to break into our territory…..who is that?” His eyes fly to me and I become instantly still as a statue. I don’t like his stare, it’s strangely unnerving. The younger one turns his attention my way and blows a whistle. “Sweet, your new plaything Alpha?” My brows furrow, why does everyone keep calling him Alpha? Marlene had merely laughed when I tried to

However, the clustering of rogues that had assembled in the center of the driveway began to panic, and I noticed the leader, Kyle, stumbled backwards as the impressive band of warriors lead by my mate and my father clashed into the now hysterical rogues. The alliance of rogues, figuring fifty to seventy-five, were no match for my father and my mate’s warriors. I was finally able to make out the Alpha King’s huge red wolf, tossing bodies of wolves around like rag dolls, and being flanked by a smaller, yet considerably large black wolf, which I was able to identify as my mate.

I said. He ran a hand over his face, looked at me contemplatively for what felt like a year before replying, “That’s because we are.” “Ah!” I gasped before throwing more questions at him. “If he’s your twin brother, why is he a rogue, and why are you the Alpha?” “It's a long story.” Kane answered. “Well, I have all day.” I replied. “Unfortunately, I don't. In fact, because of the mess my dumbass brother just caused, I now have a lot more work than I did before.” Kane began to walk away, but I ran in front of him to stop him

Alpha Brice doesn’t respond, but keeps his eyes on her. “Who is this guy? We heard his voice in your memories, but we didn’t see his face.” I turn to Alpha Tamiyah. “He’s the rogue Alpha -” Jamorea is cut off by harsh laughter before she can finish. “This is all a game, isn’t it? Rogues don’t have an Alpha. Rogues are never even organized. What are you playing at, little traitor?” I’m on my feet before I can even decide to do it. My hand slams on the table, and I’m turned toward the disrespectful Alpha. He has his arms crossed and is looking at me with one eyebrow raised.

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

I had survived the brand seared into my flesh while five hundred people watched and did nothing. I would not survive this. "I'm sorry, Clara", I thought, my mind going strangely quiet, strangely far away. "I couldn't even keep your face long enough for it to matter." The rogue lunged. The sickening crunch that followed didn't come from my bones. A wall of pressure slammed into the clearing so hard my lungs seized, my ears popping from the force of it. It wasn't Alpha power, not the kind Tristan carried. It was heavier, wilder, unshaped by any pack law, the aura of something that had never once in its life bowed to anyone. A wolf the size of a small horse, black as pitch and easily twice the