Novel & Cerita Rod Rage

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

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

More wolves emerged from the tree line, this was the biggest attack we had encountered in a while and it made me wonder if someone had sent them. The next thing I know I’m being pinned down by two rogues, both snapping at my face. My vision goes blank briefly as Brody takes over. He was a killer and this is what he was made to do. Brody roared loudly shaking the trees around us and flew from the floor, taking one of the rogues with him. I watch in the background as he pinned the rogue against a tree and tore at his face.

He was still geared up, hair messy from his helmet, eyes locked on us. The moment he registered Roderigo standing too close, something dark and feral flashed across his face. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.” He shouted, his voice low and dangerous. Roderigo turned slowly, smirk widening. “Maddox. Come to finish what we started on the ice?” Kyrian didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in two strides and shoved Roderigo hard against the wall. “I said stay the fuck away from her.” Roderigo shoved back, laughing.

God help her, if he tried to edge her, she’d have to contemplate murder of a not-very-innocent man. As if he’d heard her homicidal inner thoughts, Rodriguez chuckled, blowing a stream of cool air across her damp pussy. She cried out, the tease of cold against her hot core sending a shiver down her spine. “Rodriguez , please!” He laughed again and eased her thighs over his broad shoulders. The new position lifted her hips and he took advantage, swiping his tongue from the rosebud of her anus all the way up to her clit. “I love it when little girls beg.” Without waiting for her to answer, he sucked the tender bundle of nerves into his mouth and lashed it firmly with the tip of his tongue.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

He loved to be feared, and hell, I fear him. Rodrigo had a scar on his face that extended from his cheek to his jawline. He had a tattoo on his chest—It was a snake with its tongue out, its scales and curves were perfectly etched, and it looked so real. I saw it through his unbuttoned upper chest. "What do we do with the wife and kid?" "They're just collateral damage, they'd be my spoil,”He gave out an evil laugh, and his men followed suit. Rodrigo took us to his underground den, as his men dragged us in, my eyes flickered around the surroundings. We walked past some men packaging some powder, and we finally got to a dark room where the lady released my hand and pushed me inside.