Rodrick Rules Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

Marcel said. "Well, you sure talk like an Alpha. I have three fucking rules. Break even one and you’re out. First, the truth. No matter what it is, I want the full fucking truth. Anything you know, anything Endora’s said or done. I want to know it all. Secondly, if any of your wolves decide to disrespect me, they’re fucking dead. And lastly, when the time comes to face Endora… We fight as one." I looked at him, watching carefully for even a sign of a lie, but he simply nodded.

* * * Rodri getsto his feet as soon as he sees me, a smile on his face. His short dark brown hair is greasy, and his brown eyes are guarded. There’s no one else in the bar except my guards and a few of the Amaros. Rodri offered to meet when the bar was open for everyone, but I figured that was too much of a security risk because my guards would have to constantly watch random people coming and going. “Hello.” He grins. “I’m honored to be meeting with you.”

No matter how she tried to convince herself that she was simply curious, she knew that what enthralled her was the rapport of Master in this derision. Milene sighed. "Everything started with Late Alpha Rodrick. He was a capable man for whom the concept of mate was vague. For this reason, he didn't wait for his perfect match and calmed his ...urges as he deemed fit. " She talked slowly and took long pauses in between phrases as if trying to properly tell a fairy tale. " Due to his strength, nobody ever reprimanded him, he was an Alpha after all. The unstable balance came crumbling when the fling got pregnant. It happened at the worse time possible. "

I always do. Slowly, I drag my fingertips down, tracing the soft mounds of my breasts, sliding lower over my stomach, right down the tight, thin cotton of my short shorts, pressing directly into the wet, parted folds between my thighs. His eyes follow every single millimeter of my hand. I can see the violent pulse hammering in his throat. I can see how his cock is practically saying, “Let me go, Chris.” “You seem to be the one who has the problem here,” I murmur, my voice low and thick with a wicked, dripping promise. “Your mind doesn’t give a fuck about rules, does it?”

For the first time that morning, Rodrigo smirked, his expression laced with amusement. “I don’t work for anyone.” His voice dropped, smooth and certain. “Aligning with them doesn’t mean serving them. It means creating an alliance with the strongest pack in the country.” I let that sink in. It made sense. But something about this deal still felt off. Then Rodrigo hesitated. Just for a second. His gaze flickered, and for the first time, he looked… uncertain. “There’s one more thing,” he said. A strange unease coiled in my stomach. “What?”

I wanted to call out to her, to ask what was happening but then I saw the rogues. They were pushing something, air? It seemed they were trapped by invisible barriers they could not escape. A frown fell on my face. I held my hand up, telling my warriors to stop. Alone I proceeded on, moving until I couldn’t move further. Just like the rogues it seemed an invisible barrier existed to stop us from reaching Adira and the rogues. But for them, it seemed they could not even walk back where they came from. I watched as their warriors threw themselves on the barrier but unlike the last one, this one did not even budge.

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial

Who will take his medicine to him? When the Rogue was about to gnaw my neck, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brigo quickly running towards us and gave the Rogue a strong kick on the face sending him flying in the air. The horse immediately went in front of me as if to protect me from the Rogue.

Mike shot back, refusing to break eye contact. ​The air between us suddenly vibrated, not just with tension, but with latent, unleashed power. Rodrick's eyes, fierce and cold, swept over the three of us, assessing the unexpected rebellion. For the briefest, electric second, something sharp and almost like pride flickered in their amber depths. Then he straightened, the momentary warmth extinguished, his voice cutting like a whip: ​"Very well. Then let your loyalty be your consequence. But understand this: when this begins, there will be no holding back."