Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

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.

Which makes a thought come to my head and I frown. “Everything okay?” Dylan notices and asks. “How did a rogue get past your security if you so easily caught up to us?” I ask the one question that is bugging me. Rogues are wolves that have been severed from their pack link, they have a terrible and rotting stench. To be exiled, you must have done something terrible and unforgivable. Not all rogues are bad since some are exiled because they lose control to their wolf, mostly when their mate dies.They usually travel alone,

"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."

I leaned in closer. “Rogues don’t usually move in clusters like this. The very definition of a rogue implies that they’re solitary, on their own. This seems organised.” A cold shiver ran through me. “Mum,” I said, my tone urgent. “Last night, the rogue left without a fight. But it was sudden – like someone told it to back off. The expression it had was the same as when we’re listening to a mindlink. But a rogue can’t mindlink, because they don’t have a pack. But what if…” I trailed off.

All of my belongings were left behind including my car and all of my clothes. At this point, my rogue scent would be strong enough that anyone who knew me before would be unable to detect my natural scent, so there was no chance of them identifying me. Although, I find it interesting that my mate could still smell my scent over the rogue scent. It must be because of the mate bond.

I was remembering more and more after each lesson, and I decided to squeeze another one in for the day. Renia, my sister, was sitting on the couch in the room with her newest pup. She had been helping by looking up in the law book if I was right or not. “He got it.” She grinned at me, pleased with my progress as well. “What does that mean in layman’s terms?” Thomas raised an eyebrow at me. “It basically covers a rogues rights to live, especially if they were born a rogue, and the land was owned by them or their family before packs claim it.”

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked