Roadhog X Junkrat Novels & Stories

Eating had made Shira feel a little stronger, and she sat later talking with some of the rogues. She got to know them by name. Tiger, who looked as impressive as a tiger with his tall height and powerful arms. His face was also scary, but when he talked, he talked with a gentleness that most smaller males could not imitate. Rhega, The Shark’s second lieutenant, tall and lean with shaggy blond hair and manners that even her instructors could learn from, then there was Liam who had finally stopped looking at her as though she was a sexual predator.

"I do, and I know that's hard for you to hear, but it's the truth. I've spent the last eight months trying to live without them, but I can't, Lucy. I can't do it anymore, I don't want to. But at least this way I can get you to safety, to a new life, and I can get to be with them, with my girls." Joseph's mate was killed eight months ago by a Rogue wolf while she was out for a walk. They had been mated for two years, and she was four months pregnant with their daughter when she died. And I know that despite the mask that my brother has always tried to put on, he hasn't been coping with their deaths.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

"Ha. That's because my hobbies include dirt biking and rescuing baby chickens." I rolled my eyes, glancing over at my clock. It was eight, still early in the night. "Fine. You've made your point." "Plus, Sera is making some cheddar popcorn. I'm sure she'll let you have some if you keep your hands to yourself," she teased. With a scoff, I said, "Come on, Ro-Ro, what kinda man do you take me for?" "It's not the man I'm worried about, Kit," she continued.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I retorted. When he wouldn't stop begging for my help, I offered him the next best thing I could cope with which was integration into Darkness. Moon Shadow would cease to exist and all members of the former Moon Shadow pack would have to accept that and, if they didn't accept that, they would be classed as rogues - I told them that they could remain in their houses though as long as they didn't try anything with me because they suddenly got a desperate hatred for what I had done. Jonah didn't even have to think twice before he accepted the offer. He was happy to be relieved of his duties and able to live his life that he signed the dotted line and never bothered to look back. Hell, he even m

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. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

He couldn't have… "Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. I was going to… but I don't like my women dirty. Plus, I was hoping to hear you scream when I finally put my hands on you!" From his cackle and dry yellow eyes, I could tell he'd been in the wild for ages now. He was a rogue, an insane lunatic who would do anything to feel something. A connection he could only feel in a pack. I scoffed as his eyes ran through my body hungrily, "Even if you forcefully take me it won't do anything. All you need is redemption… A meaningful bond with—" "— Shut up!" I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face.

I was a broken girl and now I was being sold out like furniture by my own father. Engines roared in the distance. Three black trucks rolled into the clearing, dust kicking up behind them. They stopped in a half circle and the doors opened. Rogues poured out of the truck at least a dozen. They looked big, scarred, and moved like predators, not like pack wolves with their rules and hierarchy. These looked like they'd kill you for breathing wrong. Then he stepped out; Ryder Blackwood. I'd heard the stories my whole life. The Rogue Alpha who controlled half the lawless territories, built his empire on violence and even killed his own fated mate.