Renegades By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

**Synopsis:** Mira Ashwood was nineteen when Alpha Kade Sterling rejected her in front of the entire pack — his mate, cast aside as "too weak to lead beside him." Broken and exiled, she vanished into the wild, presumed dead by everyone who once knew her. She wasn't dead. She was becoming something else. Taken in by the Ironclaw rogues — a mercenary pack that answers to no one — Mira spent three years erasing every trace of the girl who begged for a place she was denied. Now she returns to Ashwood territory under a false name, sent to collect on a debt the pack can't afford to ignore. She wants nothing from Kade. Not his throne, not his apology, not his regret. But the rejection

I have a fiancee who loves me, a bright future, and a respected position. "As for you, Ms. Harkins... "You can only cling to rotten memories, cling to the family you destroyed with your own hands, and rot in the mud with regret and suspicion." After saying that, I did not look at her again. A black Maybach stopped at the curb. My current fiancee, the renowned biologist Dr. Tessa Mercer, looked at me with concern. "Sebastian, get in. Don't get soaked." I gave her a bright smile, opened the car door, and got in.

They had been doing nothing for months, so I wasn’t heartless for making them work while I searched for my father’s records on Mara’s kind. I sat behind the mahogany desk that belonged to the head librarian. “Bring them here.” They placed the books on the desk before me and quickly turned back to grab another set. Soon, books were everywhere—on the table and on the floor. The first book I opened was about the wars my great-grandfather fought with the Rogues. The book was old, its cover almost falling apart, and the dark ink was nearly faded. With my Alpha speed, I scanned through it, and in less than a second, I was done.

A sense of helplessness and solitude washed over me as my last glimmer of hope fizzled out. I tried to call Elara, but she gave no response. Obviously, the further betrayal was too much for her to take as well. I was at a loss of what to do, my mind in turmoil. If I left the Dawn Pack now, Marsh would definitely expel me. Then, I'd end up a rogue. As I dragged my feet toward the pack square, I could feel the burning gazes from the folks in the Dawn Pack. But honestly, I couldn't care less, for I'd lost everything.

They’ve seen the edge of our world, the slave trades, the cruelty, and yet here they stand, loyal to Ryder, to the structure we provide. I let a slow breath escape, exhaling the tension that’s built up in my chest for hours, days, weeks. “Thank you,” I murmur again, louder this time. “For trusting me. For standing by the pack. Even though you knew her once, even though you followed her.” Mia changed the topic and the kids left the room. The new rogues rescued just last night have been settled perfectly…we give them a few weeks to recover from the wounds inflicted on them by their previous owners.

As I hesitated, I realized I was forgetting something important. Every Renegade member lived by a code of honor. The biggest thing the leader of the Renegades has stressed since going public with the Renegades was their motto: Leave no man behind. As I let that realization settle over me, I felt my wolf also resign himself to helping save the two men.

A new beginning. A place far enough away that he couldn't touch me again. Because months ago, I got those messages. The ones that still freeze my blood: Wherever you hide, I'll find you. You ruined my life, bitch. So I'm going to ruin yours. Even now, my hands shake remembering them. That's why I came here—halfway across the country, to a city where nobody knows me. He can't reach me at Blackridge. Not unless he wants to go back to prison. Assuming he's even out.

Chapter 122: Christmas at Michael's Michael glanced around his living room and sighed deeply as an unfamiliar wave of contentment washed over him. He'd missed the Orphans and Misfits since he and Maggie had parted ways, and he'd forgotten how much he enjoyed being in the midst of all the joyful chaos.

It was beautiful but hurt to look at. There was a note written in his clear handwriting: "Red for the fire you hide. Black for the walls you've built. Wear it tomorrow. Let me see my ruby against your skin. The 48-hour challenge starts now. But I'm not trying to break your system, Luna. I'm trying to break your walls." I should have thrown it away or broken the laptop, but I just stood there holding the necklace.

point to me “ didn’t need fries and she should be eating salads instead.” “ I swear I didn’t. Who are you going to believe? Me, who has been working here for over a year and never caused a problem. Or this bunch?” she said pointing to us. Mary looks over at us then back to the waitress who has a smirk on her face thinking she has won. “ I trust them. Brick and his club have been coming in here for over ten years and never once caused a ruckus unless it was necessary. So you are going to pay for their meal then you are going to leave because you're fired. I will not lose my business because you chased the Renegades out of here by insulting them.” As soon as Mary said Renegades the waitress pa