Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

Elena noted. "We don't need the roads," Kaelen said, his eyes scanning the steep, forested ridge to the east. "The old border routes through the Shadow Ridge belong to the outer Beta houses, clans that remained neutral during the purge five years ago. Families who swore oaths to my father, not to Torin or the Council Elders." Leo looked up, holding onto the strap of Elena’s backpack. "Will they help us?" Kaelen knelt down, his expression softening as he looked at his son. "If they remember what honor means, yes. But first, they need to see that the bloodline of the Bloodmoon Pack hasn't been extinguished."

said Chelsea as she leaped on her feet, shaking her head " Rogue will never think of me like that , he clearly loved you . How can he -" " Then how can he not love me now ?" asked Lilian , she didn't stop her from leaving but her next sentence stopped her on her on initiative " Have you ever wondered about this ? Why he loves you now but didn't love you as much as he did in the past ? Because he knew that he owned you and your heart " " What exactly are you trying to say ?" " You believe that Rogue never liked you but the thing is he did , he wanted to own you as much as you wanted to posses him " said Lilian as she stared at her , her voice never wavering

Arthur held very still. "Her blood carries properties that do not exist in any pure-wolf lineage I have ever encountered," Harlen said. "The regenerative quality. The antidote effect. The way it responds to the compound of the plague as though it was designed to counter it — specifically and precisely." He picked up his notebook and opened it to a page dense with small handwriting. "There is only one classification that fits what I am seeing." He looked up. "Aurora is a hybrid." The word landed in the room like a stone dropped from a great height.

I had no idea if we would find any answers at all let alone what to expect when we got to the next pack. I tried mind linking, tried checking the bind if it was intact, it was faint but it wasn't enough reassurance. The threat posed by the rogues was greater than I had expected. It's been years since rogues had united and tried to fight but now it was different. I clenched my teeth and vowed to continue my search. Layla was out there and I could find her. I wouldn't stop even if it meant destroying the entire world. Dear Moon Goddess, keep her safe.

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

“It was useless asking him in the first place. Mason was right; we are rogues, and we shouldn’t be taking orders from them. It is better this way; he doesn’t have to know where we are.” “Hmmm.” “What is it?” Kane asked, angling his mate so she could face him. “I am sensing some hesitation within you.” “I don’t know; I don’t just think we are making the right decision. We are literally uprooting everyone from where they are known to somewhere unknown. People don’t do so well with changes.” “You have forgotten that we are rogues; we are wanderers. We were never meant to settle in a place.” “You don’t expect me to know that.” Ariel said under her breath, and she was sure Kane could hear her, bu

The moment another wolf crossed my path, I knew exactly who they answered to and what territory they called home. But Rogues? They were different. Rogues had no Alpha, no bond, and no allegiance. Their scent lacked the unity, the cohesion, that came from being part of a pack. Instead, they smelled… fragmented. Wild. It wasn't just a lack of belonging—it was a warning. That disjointed scent signalled danger, chaos, and unpredictability.

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.

"I’m here for the credits. You promised the full amount for Ruth’s marrow transplant the moment the ritual was sealed." Evelyn set her cup down with a slow, deliberate click. Her eyes turned cold. She had no intention of paying. "Don’t be so dramatic, Brooke. I’ll get to it. But surely you understand the pack’s current strain? Your father invested a massive amount of Alpha-gold into a new territory claim in the North. It turned out to be a trap—a ghost-land. The rogue who brokered the deal vanished with our treasury, leaving your father to answer to the Council."