Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

And landed directly on my chest. Pain shot through me. But instead of breaking me It unlocked something deeper. My eyes glowed silver. The air exploded outward with force. All attackers were thrown back violently. The traitor crashed into a pillar. When the dust settled I was no longer standing as the confused girl from the pack. I stood at the center of the throne room. Power radiating from my body. The throne had chosen. The bloodline had awakened. The traitor stared at me in shock. “You cannot control that power.”

"No, I've never heard of him." Hailey's hand moved to her necklace, a symbol of her past. Her mother had not been mad, and her father was real—was. Is. Confusion and pain swirled in her head, threatening to overwhelm her. Gripping the dagger, she hurled it at the rogue's feet. "Do me a favor and cut a lock of your hair for me." The rogue smiled slightly. "Of course. I'll never forget what you did for me. If you ever change your mind and visit Rise, know that you have a place to call home."

My co*k swelled against her soft curves, as we stayed locked up in that position for minutes, staring at one another. “Why are you helping me when you hate me so much? Please give me my luggage.” She thrashed to get free, bringing me out of my daze. How could I lose my mind over her? How did I forget how her father had destroyed my family? No, I would never cave in to my desires. This was the perfect opportunity to plan my revenge. It seemed she had no idea I wasn’t helping her at all. I was planning to use her to break her family, just as they had broken mine. It was the only way, and she had to pay. How could I let her go?

I could never understand the pain he went through, finding his brother's body the way he did, but I know he can't let himself die from his own injuries. As wolves, we tend to heal from any injury as long as it's not our throats torn out, or head detached, but rogues don't have that luxury. Part of our curse is a slower healing. To be deemed a rogue, is to be deemed worthy of the slow and painful death of injury. We heal from wounds fast, but not as fast as pack shifters. "I want to kill them all." Riven's hard voice reaches me again.

Every movement etched into memory, every step a challenge he couldn’t resist. “Interesting,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “She will be… trouble.” Aurelia returned to her chambers, chest still tingling with adrenaline, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. She was alive. Reborn. Bold. Fearless. And no one—not her sister, not the Alpha Prince, not even the Rogue King—knew the true force she carried. She had seven days. Seven days to prepare, to plan, to turn the tide of fate. And this time, nothing would break her. Not even destiny.

She was his light in the darkness. He would fight for her, for the life they could have together. And he would not rest until every last rogue was dead or driven from their land. Revenge. This was about revenge as much as protection. The scent of decay and unwashed bodies assaulted Magnus's nostrils as they neared the meadow. The stench of the rogues was unmistakable, a foul miasma that hung heavy in the air. Magnus's hackles rose, his wolf stirring restlessly beneath his skin. Rot. They smelled like death and rot.

My lips tremble as I am reluctant to say it, but I finally let it out, “Mo… ther.” She smiles. “Yes, daughter, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe it’s finally happening. Now, the Hera family is back!” There is some silence before she breaks it. “Do you want revenge, Kate? They did you wrong, they mistreated you. Just one order and we will make them regret it!” she states, her eyes sparkling with indignation.

If I want to have my revenge, I'll have to start from the easiest thing. I leaned down and locked lips with Ethan. Seeing the look of shock on Margaret's face was something I will kill to see again. “Thanks for last night, Ethan, I enjoyed myself. I look forward to seeing you again,” I winked at him before walking away. I felt fulfilled as I heard the two of them arguing. What a good way to start my revenge. With a smirk on my face, I walked out of the company. I didn't want to go back home yet.

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"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.