Novel & Cerita Remy Rogue

Not after what had happened. Mom had also called a couple times. I remembered why I had gone to the woods in the first place; our fight. Well, she had wanted me to settle down, she’d gotten her wish now. Ironically, my mate was a rogue, a werewolf's pack's natural enemy. I noticed the men on the ground and remembered what had happened. She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

Fueled by adrenaline, Nora flung the rogue off her, throwing it over her head and rushing to her feet. She needed a plan. The rogue was definitely trained for combat and she wasn't so, it was up to Nora to come up with tricks to win. Letting the rogue get away was not an option so Nora swallowed her pride and howled at the top of her lungs. Realizing that she was calling for backup, the rogue ran for its life but it was limping now from when Nora had thrown it off her. She chased after it and pounced on its back, pushing it to the ground. She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf.

Then I saw him. A tall man, by a black jeep. Broad shoulders. Black hair and an eye patch that still made him look dangerous and alluring. Del Morino. The Rogue Alpha. He looked right at me. Sharp, grey eyes. No smile. No words. But something in the air just shifted. Power and danger. And something else. I don't know what. Clarissa put her hand on my back. “Be a good girl, now. He doesn’t like weak women.” I turned to her, my eyes burning. “Then it’s a good thing I’m done being weak.”

, Monte said her name slowly, as if he was sampling it on his tongue. "I'm Skywalker, by the way", the guy that had dragged Leo away introduced himself. "Nice name", Meghan said. When he looked at her like he expected her to say something more, she added. "I like it" "That's it?",he asked her. What else did he want her to say? Meghan thought. "Do you need a translation into another language?" "No, nah. But hold up, have you ever watched Guardians of the galaxy?" "Yeah" He cocked his head.

I knew the Rogue was still out there, but my attention has been absorbed by Lyla. The shadow ahead resolves into tawny fur streaked with crimson. It’s Liam, turning toward me, his muzzle glistens pink. Took you long enough. He doesn’t need vocal cords to sound like a prick. I snap at his flank. Status. Rogue took down Jax near the falls. His hackles rise when I growl. Still breathing when we found him. Cassie’s doing damage control. Copper stench floods my sinuses. Fresh blood. The wrongness curdles the air like spoiled milk.

Renz then changes subject, “Alpha we still need to question the rogue.” “That’s right! I’m coming with you.” Rebel looked at me and interjected before I could say anything. I open a mind link to Rebel, Renz and Lacy. ‘I want Rebel with us. She tells me that her wolf is gifted and is a mix of a lie detector test and a truth serum in one.’ ‘Yup, Roxie and I can get the truth out of the rogue and find out what’s going on. Then Lacy and I can start planning the Luna Ceremony.’ Rebel says

she whispered urgently to her mates, hoping they had been planning for this moment. Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo sprang into action with a burst of coordinated energy that had been brewing beneath their tense exteriors. Shane, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior, tackled the nearest rogue, disarming him with a swift and fluid motion that sent the rogue’s weapon clattering to the ground. His eyes blazed with determination as he delivered a quick, incapacitating blow to the rogue’s midsection, ensuring he wouldn’t rise again soon.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.