Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

“My throat is delivering absolute, unedited reality, Lucas. Your intellect fully comprehends the exact social barriers my tongue is highlighting.” “Why does my destiny demand a mate from an elite Alpha lineage?” Lucas insisted, his fingers reaching out to playfully pinch my chin armor. “When Logan Pierce formally claimed Brooke Lawson’s bond, her consciousness was entirely blind to the fact that her bloodline originated from a premier clan. Paige, my system refuses to accept that social fiction as a legitimate excuse to sever our paths.” But my head executed a stubborn, unyielding shake.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I looked at her with a weak smile, “I'm fine. Thanks for asking. And yes, I'm ready.” “Good, let's do this.” She held her hand out and I took it. I could feel the support she was indirectly giving to me. We walked down to the clearing where my tie breaking ceremony would be held first and then we would all migrate towards the hall to start the ceremony of the rogue pack becoming a new and legal pack. I looked around, “ this was it. I can do this.” I said to myself. Jane smiled at me, “let's get this over with.”

It was really well made. Rogues had everything to them except that they didn't feel a mate bond. When they were cast out of the various packs they were born into, their links to them was cut off. The mind link between werewolves of a pack ran deeper than any feeling. For it to be cut off completely totally tampered with their ability to form links to any other werewolf. They were the odd ones out in werewolf society. They simply chose someone they were attracted to and wedded them. I, however, didn't get cast out. I was reported dead to my Alpha. My link was not broken by my Alpha but was being blocked by me to prevent anyone from knowing I'm alive and tracking me down. If I got together wit

ELARA'S POV The room erupted, and I stood in the middle of it, very still, working. "How," Julian was demanding. "The vote needed the majority holders. Elara owns half, Daniel owns the trust structure. You cannot sell a company out from under its owners." "You can if the vote was never about ownership," Lydia said grimly, phone still in hand, Greer's report spilling through. "Greer says Adrian's counsel produced an instrument tonight. A lien, thirty years old, against the original Hale Tech assets, including the founding property. Signed by all three founders. It grants Elias Cole's estate a claim over the physical seat of the company in the event of, and I am quoting Greer quoting the docum