Rogue Heiress 소설 & 이야기

my eyes darted to Zara who ignored my pointed glare and examined her nails, “but tearing it down would just mean there are more wolves out in the wilds, helpless!” “Isn’t that how wolves were created to live? In the wild?” The Rogue King leaned on the arms of my chair, his face close to mine, “The packs restrict us, keep us weak. They tell us theirs is the only way because that’s what suits them. Without our strength, they are nothing, and you, my lovely Avery, are so strong.” “I am?” I squeaked, confused again, “Why me?” “You are the Moon Goddess Heir.” The Rogue King said with satisfaction, “You are the key to overturning the werewolf packs, once you bear me an heir.”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Then, another voice, rougher, deeper, the unmistakable growl of a Rogue. "The heir," the Rogue rumbled, his voice heavy with ancient hatred. "You promised the heir. We will take him. The Pack will kneel." Heir? The words were like ice shards, piercing through my pain-induced stupor. They want Rhys's heir? My son? "Patience," the woman's voice purred, closer now, almost as if she were at the dividing wall. "The Alpha has weakened the Pack himself. The Luna is gone. The chosen heir will be returned to his true legacy. I gave my word."

the rogue begged me, his voice cracking. "Please! Because the hunter possesses the silver gun that could kill me!” I stared down at him, my stomach turning in disgust. I refused, trying to kick his hands away from my legs. "Let go of me, you monster. I won't help you." The rogue’s grip tightened, his fingernails digging painfully into my skin. His face twisted into a wicked, desperate snarl. "If you don't help me, the silver gun can kill you too, girl! Don't you get it? I know what you are. You are an Empress, forbidden amongst wolves. If he catches me, I will tell Herth who you are, and we will both die!"

He held a sharp piece of shattered red glass right against my throat, pressing just enough to cut into my skin. "You good for nothing rogue," Rook hissed, his voice low and filled with rage. "You tried to steal the wine and even dared to hurt an innocent servant.” I swallowed, feeling the cold edge of the glass bite into my skin. My left eye was swollen shut, but I forced my good eye open and glared straight into his face. "So what?" My voice sounded a little raspy. "That guest is probably throwing a fit right now. Good. I hope he makes your life hell."

I twist my arm and fling her away from me. Marcella stumbles backward, her hip crashing into the edge of the desk. A stack of paper falls to the floor. "That man is Cooper Rogue," I say, each word flat and heavy. "He is the first heir to the RoguePack. He could wipe our southern border out in an hour if he wanted to." Marcella stays frozen, her mouth open, a string of saliva hanging between her lips. "You are going to find Penelope," I state, leaning down until my eyes are level with hers. "And you are going to get on your knees and apologize to her."

Sierra giggled as a reply. "Hope you won't go to hell..." "Stop overreacting," She rolled her eyes "Next week will be very hectic so we have to enjoy our free time, besides Rogue is here with his friends." "Where?" I asked. Rogue is the heir of the Hales Organization and the Hales is one of my Family's friend. I'm his childhood friend, but he left our village to transfer to another city. They say he has an elder brother but I don't know if it's legit or what because I haven't seen nor met him yet.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

“Yes I do, Elder Sara.” “And you understand what would happen it turns our that you were lying right?” “I do Elder Sara.” Joanna answered. Elder Sara looked behind Joanna, “And may I ask who are you?” She asked the two extras that followed in behind Joanna. The woman and the man walked up beside Joanna. “Good evening Elders, I know that we showed up unexpectedly but giving the situation I couldn’t let one of my own show up without any guidance.” She paused and let the Elders looked between each other. “My name is Nuala Evergreen, Queen of the Rogue Empire.” There was gasps between the Elders as well as in the room the loudest one coming from Mila. She was one that always wanted to meet the Q

If his eyes could be a laser, I was already dead earlier. “I was planning to tell you when I came from auntie,” I muttered, lowering my gaze. “And where is your aunt?” He raised his eyebrows. “Who is she?” “Alessia Hearst. She’s an illegitimate child of the King with an American woman. She didn’t wanna be a part of it, So she lived here for the rest of her life. The same woman I met at the gala.” “The woman in the restroom,” he quickly added. I nodded to confirm.