Rogue Alpha Novels & Stories

Fearing his wrath, they swiftly released me and backed away. No wolf could disobey a direct order from an alpha, especially a true Alpha, unless they were rogue. Rogues were banished or lone wolves who had lost their sanity and remained in their beast form with blood-red eyes. Known for their brutality and ruthlessness, they spared no one in their path, not even alphas. I rushed into his embrace, relief washing over me as I sought solace in his arms. He held me tightly, exuding the scent of fresh grass and musk. Tilting my head up, he gently held my chin and locked his ocean-blue eyes with mine.

The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence. “I wonder why you couldn't catch her. Is your thorough training not enough? Why is she bleeding so much?” Everyone was wondering about their Alpha's reaction. They didn't expect this scene. Their Alpha is not a fan of girls. Not even women. He has bedded women before, but still, he's absolutely picky ever since their Luna died when they were mercilessly attacked, which caused their pack to drastically decrease in number and lose their family members.

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

His eyes fixated on me, making me want to succumb to his ghostly expression. --- Mystique Luna's note: A few chapters before we would say goodbye to The Rogue Alpha Reverses the Time.

again. "Like I said I can't do that, I'm not disputing that she's a rogue, but I won't kill her or have her killed." I said and they frowned, staring at me like I was speaking gibberish. "Why won't you do it?" Alpha Victor asked. "When you got the information about this rogue, what exactly were you told?" I asked them. "We heard that she's a rogue and you took a liking to her." Alpha Victor replied. "Thanks for your answer." I said to him and he nodded.

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

They parted to form a corridor, and a familiar figure strolled through, voice dripping with contempt. "How pathetic, dear brother. Didn't I tell you never to come back?" It was Adrian's own brother — the one who'd stolen everything from him. Adrian's eyes burned the moment he saw him. "Damien, you have the nerve to show your face? If you hadn't set me up, I never would've—" Blood erupted from his mouth before he could finish. Seeing Adrian so broken, Damien looked positively delighted. His grin widened, features twisting into something ugly. "You'd better remember your place. I'm the Alpha now. You're nothing but a rogue who got thrown out of his own pack."

A group of rogues had gathered around a fire, their voices carrying through the still night. “...waiting for the signal,” one of them said. “What signal?” another asked, irritation clear in his tone. “We’ve been sitting here for days.” “The Alpha promised it would come,” the first rogue replied. “We just have to be patient.” I frowned, my mind racing. The Alpha? Rogues didn’t follow alphas—they followed their own chaotic rules. “What do we do?” one of the warriors beside me asked. I hesitated, weighing our options. We could attack, but the rogues outnumbered us, and we’d lose the element of surprise. Or we could pull back and report what we’d learned to Miguel.

Marcus barked a laugh, “as if you have a say in the matter.” “She may not,” Alpha Jackson growled, “but I do.” “Pardon me, Alpha?” Melanie asked, failing to hide the surprise in her words. It was rare the witch was caught surprised or unprepared. The alpha stood taller, chin raised as he towered above us, “she is a rogue. She has crossed into my territory. She is mine, to deal with as I see fit.”

Rogue stepped away from Indianna and walked up to the Alpha. "Rogue," The Alpha growled. "It's Jason, Alpha Rednap," Rogue said. "I expect you to be a little more polite from now on, am I clear?" The Alpha nodded. "Fantastic," Rogue smiled. There was a sudden yell and one of the pack members ran forward. Charging a Rogue. "Go to hell, Rogue!" He shouted. "Oh no, this won't do," Rogue tutted and he grabbed the pack member by the neck, easily blocking his attack. "You pathetic little thing, you can't harm me." Rogue thrust his hand into the pack members chest.