Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

∆JULIAN’s POV∆ "Bring out the wine for our honored guest, you useless piece of trash!" Rook’s roar cut through the hallway. He was the manager of this club, which belonged to Alpha Blake’s Frost Pack. "Coming! You pathetic weakling who can't even get hard without alcohol!" I muttered under my breath. I kept my voice low so no one in the corridor could hear me. I held the cold glass bottle with both hands, my palms slippery as I moved fast down the hallway. One million dollars. That was what Rook kept bragging this red wine was worth. To me, it was one million reasons for Rook to peel my skin off if I dropped it.

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Would madam agree to go back? "She wouldn't get scared...Stop near the next traffic signal. I can see the florist shop over there. Buy me white Orchids and Lillies." Rob instructed him. His lackey followed his instructions and stopped the car. The florist was selling fresh flowers in this shop. He took the bouquet and paid for the flowers. He then got into the car and passed the flowers to his boss. Rob's lips curved upwards into small smile. Rob continued doing his makeup on the face. His subordinate did not try to strike conversation with him again and swiftly started the car. There is still half an hour until they would reach Sam's house.

Just standing this close to him made my skin prickle with discomfort. “I came to finalize the arrangements,” I said to the woman behind the counter, keeping my tone light but deliberately cold as I ignored Jaxon’s presence. “I want roses and peonies, with touches of lavender.” She nodded quickly, jotting the details down, clearly grateful for something to focus on besides the quiet tension simmering behind me. Even so, I could feel Jaxon’s behind me. The shop door to the back room swung open, and the florist’s husband emerged, wiping his hands on his apron. When his eyes landed on me, his whole face lit up in recognition. He hurried forward, bowing his head slightly with genuine respect.

he turns to lead me to my room, but I stop him. “It’s alright. I know exactly where the room is. Just send the waiter to the room in ten to fifteen minutes.” He nods and I continue in the hallway, admiring the beautiful paintings of flowers, mountains, and rivers. After several turns, I am almost to my room when two men step out of the washroom to the right of me. I instantly notice that they are werewolves and I quickly conceal my scent, but it’s already too late. “Stop right there,” one of the men growls. I spin around to face him. “What are you doing here, Rogue?” the other man asks, spitting out the last word. I sigh.

The whispers from other Blossoms, the females trained by the keeper to provide pleasure to men, were that these males here arrived from the North, which meant the men were from Bloomington, the land of blood and gore. Bloomington was occupied by rogue lycans and demons, and from the looks of it, the men that littered the tavern were demons. They hollered with glee, clinking their tankards together as they drank ales and bid on the Blossoms lined up on the stage. Isolde clasped her hands together just like the others, reciting the keeper’s instructions all over again in her mind. “Thirty gold coins for the redhead,” Another of the males rose up and bid. Of course, no one beat him to it. And l

As for me, I was taken to the Rogue Pack by Derek. When we arrived, the entire pack was bustling with activity. I saw soldiers decorating everything—some were carrying wooden planks, others arranging flowers, and many were handling flickering stones that shimmered in the light. “What are they doing?” I asked, glancing at Derek, curiosity in my eyes. “They seem so busy.” “They’re preparing for our bonding ceremony,” Derek said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. I froze. “Why so soon…?” I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze.

There are over a dozen more biquets Just like the one in my lap. “Starr, you're turning our house into a darn cemetery.” Kade groans, finally signing for the delivery. “Let me see that,” Alison tells Brooke. When Brooke gives her the card, she flips it around and gasps, “Dazzled by Roslyn?” I shrug, I know who she is and what her flowers are the most expensive in Vegas, on of her bouquets can buy fifteen more elsewhere. Judging by the number of roses in my living room? I'd say Mr Moretti spends close to a hundred thousand on flowers—for me.

The strange scents — male, aggressive, wrong. And underneath it all, the smell I'd memorized from her parents' house. Expensive cologne and false charm and barely-hidden cruelty. Trevor. I didn't slow down. Didn't shift back to human. Didn't give any warning at all. I just hit the door.