Rogan Mcmahon Novels & Stories

Now, that was something they had never expected. “I will not forget the rubbish that had just spilt out of every each and one of you. I shall remember this. It does not matter what you think or believe. Nina shall be my Luna and only lover in the future. And you will all RESPECT her as her title demands. If I find out that any of you challenged her about this, or even tried to approach her? I’ll skin you alive.” Rogan threatened. With a final tap of his fingers, Rogan stood. He didn’t even give the pack members seated another look before he walked away, Lyra trailing closely behind him.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

His very existence was an insult to my famiglia. While being dragged away, he screamed hysterically, "Isabella, I'll haunt you, even as a ghost! My famiglia won't let you go. You're all going to hell sooner or later!" I paid him no mind. I was well aware that the Passinis had collapsed, and Giovanni had been sent down south by Matteo, never to return. Mercy only invited ruin in our world. I would never give a traitor a second chance, and I would never allow my famiglia to be harmed again.

He was finally going to have his child in his hands. But there was one problem, Grogan was in love with Uma. He didn't believe in the notion that one was to wait for a soulmate and stay with that person till death. He was jealous of his brother being Alpha and having Uma all to himself, so he planned to overthrow Ulfang. He went to the rogues and promised to bring them back to the pack if they helped him kill Alpha Ulfang. The rogues agreed and so a trap was set for Ulfang.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

I can't help but curse as I tried to imagine the horror that Morgan and his wife whose only three months pregnant have faced from the hands of those sick hunters and feral rogues. "What do you think should we do about this, Michael? We certainly cannot be complacent knowing that the hunters are working now with the rogues." Kayden suddenly asked me. I can feel his anger and grief over Morgan's death and it was obvious on his face, they're friends after all.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Not that I liked to think about them dying, but sometimes, in our world, death was a conversation that was forever on the tip of the tongue when compared with most folk. Not a year went by where some shit stunt like what had happened to me didn’t befall one of us. Then there were the guys around us. Rogan, the man Brennan and Eoghan had set onto Aela at first, was Ma’s favorite guard. He was dead now, and there was no coming back. Not unless he was the next coming of Jesus, and I highly doubted God was capable of that level of mischief. Sending back His son as a hired gun? Highly unlikely.