Novel & Cerita Reckless Renegades Merigold's Story

, a mangy flea-bitten mutt who had gathered weak-kneed traitors from all the Packs to use for his purpose. Her Mother had pleaded her innocence but Alpha Joachim was convinced Meredith was the Rogues as no such colouring ran in his family. To him it was simple, it was the only answer, she had been unfaithful so he had physically dragged them out in front of his Pack denounced her as a whore and had her whipped. Then he had publicly rejected Mother and Daughter before calmly turning and walking away to spend the rest of the day being pleasured by his mistress and her grown-up daughter. It had been left to Meredith, who had just turned twelve, to help her Mother over the border into the Badlan

Alpha Richard nods his understanding and the other alphas remain silent, allowing Tyler to continue. "Following the kidnapping, we tracked down their base. However, they were somehow notified about our plans to attack because almost everyone had fled by the time we broke through the gates. Following the first attack was a game of cat and mouse in which they were always one step ahead. It was only after we completely cut contact with our packs, that we successfully caught up to the rogues. What are your opinions on all of this?" "There's got to be a spy," Alpha Roman growls. "And it's in one of our packs, not the warriors we brought with us to fight." Everyone nods in agreement.

“Always the dramatic one.” Then they charged. Two brothers — one guilt, one defiance — throwing themselves against the storm. And as the gunfire swallowed the plains, the legend of the Wolfgang heirs began to fade into the chaos — while far away in the cursed northern ravine, Marigold’s wolf howled into the wind. She didn’t know it yet. But her brothers were gone. And she was not sad at all.

Do you mean to tell me that I utterly messed up? He sat on my couch and said, "I think you'll regret your choice again." First, you hurt her, and you regret it, and now you are going to regret again for telling her everything. Oh man, this is going to be so complicated. You have to stop her, or else you'll cry in the end if you lose your girl, man." He threw the beer can at me and said, "You know that the leader of La Corpo doesn't care about anything." They do not care if she is your wife or how pretty she is. They would cut her open as long as they thought she might have a healthy organ."

“Greed, causing a public unrest in some places where General Catalina had surveyed to have gold and diamonds. The rogues just want to kill a thousand if the king’s army to revenge for their fallen heroes on the other hand they'd allow him to be packing some of the diamond.” “Hmm… make it more clear. You seems to be confusing me.” I sat on the chair rubbing my temple. She cleared her throat and paused for a while before she answered me. This time her voice was low and soft. “I meant he's trying to create some wealth to himself by causing a public unrest. Gold and diamonds were discovered in Ruby’s pack. The rogues are lovers of gold but aren't civilized with diamonds. He struck a deal with th

There was a hush and I glared at him, daring him to object. “One thousand,” I muttered and dropped the bag of gold coins on the table. “Wait! I want her too. I bid 2000,” a gentle man said, stepping forward and placing the bag of coins on the table. I turned to look at him, he didn't seem familiar. He must be from another province. I ignored him and grinned, muttering under my breath "What's life without a little bit of competition?" I could hear the crowd murmuring "He's bidding with the rogue king?"

— Meanwhile, back at the mountain estate, Lester stood beside a tall figure dressed in black, watching as crates of unregistered weapons were unloaded into the basement. “These are the last of them,” the man reported. “All untraceable. No serial numbers.” Lester nodded. “Good. We’ll need them soon.” “Are you really going to start a war over a woman?” the man asked, smirking. Lester didn’t answer right away. “It’s not about the woman,” he finally said. “It’s about what she represents. The Lancasters took everything from us. My father never got the justice he deserved.” “Your father?” the man asked, confused.

Without a word, he turned and walked back up the stairs. He sat on the edge of his thin, filthy mattress, staring blankly at the wall as the horrific reality of his mother's death settled deep into his bones. He was completely alone in the world. He belonged to no one now—except, in the most dangerous way possible, to a ruthless criminal named Reggie who viewed his life as nothing more than a bargaining chip for unpaid gambling debts. He thought about Darius and the others.

“When we went there, there was nobody except for you and the guys.” “Are they okay?” I hadn’t asked about them since I woke up. I almost forgot they were shot. “Martin’s dead. He was dead when we arrived. Jeremy survived but he’s still recovering.” Tears came to my eyes. I was the reason they got hurt. If they weren’t watching after me they wouldn’t have been attacked. “What are you going to do now?” “I don’t know yet. We’re still trying to find out who Dominic is. There are no records of him anywhere.”

I screech the very moment my hunting boots slam past the wooden frame of the solar door. Mirelle Voss is holding a leather ledger book, counting the secret blood gold coins we smuggled into the overseas rogue packs, so her jaw drops open as she snaps back with absolute impatience, "My ears already know your spirit despises his face. Do your small brains think my own beast enjoys looking at his silver eyes? My tongue told your mind before, our line must wait patiently for a perfect hunting opportunity to make his boots slip on the mountain trails."