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The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s

And the extraordinary intent is mine. I think about the mansion I’ve chosen to overlook the settlement. Big, bold, ugly if you want to call it that, but perfect. From there, I can see every window of Arachne’s house, Eli’s hotel in plain sight. My team feeds me constant updates, every patrol, every heartbeat, every flicker of magic. It’s intoxicating, the kind of control that makes my hands itch to reach out and touch it all. I’m not human here, not really. I’m predator, strategist, hunter, observer. I’m the one they’ll react to.

I'm supposed to stay hidden, but I'm out everywhere. C.Rogue: You feel you're a rogue? My heartbeat slammed heavily, and I typed back. Me: You think so? C.Rogue: I hope not. I hate rogues, kitten. You shouldn't be one. You're just scared of doing something you badly want to do, in the hidden. I got disappointed at his first statement and slumped back on my pillow. Me: Too bad, I'm a rogue. You should change your name if you hate them that much.

"Take her." They moved forward, but Zane stepped in front of me. "Try it." "You can't fight us all, Darius." "Want to bet?" A howl echoed through the forest. Then another. And another. Rogues emerged from the shadows. Dozens of them, surrounding the pack wolves. "You brought an army?" Alpha Thorne snarled. "I brought family." Zane smiled, all teeth. "The rogues you've been hunting? They're mine. Every last one."

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked