Renegades By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

It was footage of Chelsea’s ordeal. I picked up the remote and switched to a children’s channel. The rotten flesh from the past had been removed. The wound had scabbed over and grown new flesh. The warm sunlight outside the window fell gently on the cradle. I closed my eyes. Not a trace of gloom remained in my life.

Pain layered on pain. Cold seeped into her sweat-damp clothes. She pushed herself upright, every muscle complaining. The ravine she’d camped near was half-collapsed now, one side shorn away, rocks piled at its base in jagged heaps. Her old overhang was gone, crushed under tons of stone. “If I’d slept longer…” she murmured. She hadn’t. She was here. Alive. The Rogue Lands had dropped a hill on her head and she had not died. *Because you asked.*

I was just happy for her, happy that the Moon Goddess had given her a chance to love again. Karina's brows furrowed and I could see the gears turning in my head but didn't say anything. I continued talking, telling her the past. How she went to meet him and found out, but instead of being happy or kind, he rejected her in the cruellest way possible, insulting her in front of the pack. How I loathed him and forced him to apologise to no avail. How it was the last time I saw Isabella until a full year had passed only to find her in a strange pack near a human city miles away, surrounded by rogues and with a child.

Nana Maggie approaches me with warmth in her eyes, breaking the ice. “Thank you for having me,” I respond, trying to match her warmth. “Please, join us for dinner. We’re a family here,” she gestures toward the table. I take a seat next to Fara, and the pack members resume their conversations, though some keep stealing glances in my direction. I feel a mix of curiosity and judgment in the air, and it makes me uneasy. I looked around for Xander but he was no where to be found.

That little slut can’t handle a man like Tank. What is with these outsiders coming in and thinking they can take our men? First Merigold. We tried to run her off before we found out she was Prez’s sister and owned half the club. So we got a plan to get Axel and Rowdy away from her but that didn’t work either. Angel and Nessa failed and the guys won Merigold back. And Merigold made sure that Angel and Nessa never go anywhere near the guys again.

I snatched it, then stared blankly at the words she had written—notes about rogue safehouses, council meetings, and plans for resistance. “They did work together.” Steph’s whisper sent a violent shiver down my spine. Each clutching our family member’s words, we searched the clutter on the table until the message was abundantly clear. Elaine Rogers and Maren Channer were rebels for a rogue rebellion. I stared at Steph. “Was your mom a rogue?” “No—I mean, no.” Steph’s eyes searched mine frantically. “I don’t know. I—I don’t know if—how—”

It seemed like just another morning to be treated like garbage. "Get up, orphan!" He snarled. "Luna wants you to clear the dining table. They have finished eating." I rolled my eyes dramatically, although he couldn't see it. I had no clear role within Alpha Lorgan's packhouse since my arrival. I wasn't a slave, nor was I a special wolf. I was merely an orphan who had watched her parents burn alive just hours before my 18th birthday. The pain of that memory, coupled with the jarring experience of shifting into my wolf, weighed heavily on me. I had one friend, Caroline, but I hadn't seen her in a year, not since that terrible night.

“As the Cooper family’s real heiress, I spent twenty years living like a poor girl. I never blamed my parents, and I never resented Jade for taking my place, but she still tried to steal my marriage. “When I refused, she framed me for kidnapping. It was only because my parents fought to get me out that I’m standing here today. I’ve had enough. I’m going to show everyone who she really is!” With that, she clapped her hands. Across the street, the mall’s giant screen flickered to life, playing an explicit video of me with the driver. “How… how could this happen? That was evidence the driver risked his life to give me. I meant to show it to everyone, but I didn’t expect Jade to…” Yuna covered h

He concluded regaining his composure of hatred. Alpha Marlon was on his return from one of his muddy renaissance. He threaded the mountainous bushy path somberly in thick contemplations of affairs of his pack the Blood Crescent Moon pack more prevailing his begone family. The last thing he would have wanted to fall in his way was a brazen condemned witch. Something that disgusted him to the core! Yet it was not meant to go his way. He had an unwanted guest block his path.