Rogue Protocol Mga Nobela at Kwento

A rogue. I knew I needed to get away, and quickly. Rogues had no ties to the pack, no scruples when it came to who they harmed. Sometimes, rogues were even rabid, affected by a mad wolf disease that could strip them of their higher functions—even trapping them in their wolf forms for so long that they forgot their humanity entirely. I couldn’t risk an altercation, so I quickly turned, intending to run back toward the house. But I was met with another rogue, this time directly behind me—so close I could feel the heat coming off of its breath.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

They all wanted to talk about Laura, and her status as a rogue, the rules I made years ago, came hit me in the gut, I remembered saying there would be no exemption of any kind when dealing with rogues, yet I had a rogue mate and word passed around that I've been keeping a rogue without doing anything. I planned to tell them she was my mate, yet I remembered my no exception rule. I walked inside the meeting hall, I could see the elders already waiting, they all came, about 50 of them, normally only one person came and aired out his view, yet this must have been so serious for them, they all decided to come. I kept my serious face that screamed, "don't fuck with me." "Good afternoon Alpha." Th

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

Brax took a deep breath, trying to figure out a way not to lie to Adira and give her some form of information without giving away knowledge she shouldn’t have yet. “It’s complicated. There is a lot going on in the world outside of the warehouse, especially for people like us. We go on ‘missions’ to gain supplies, to check common hideouts for rogues, that kind of thing. It’s dangerous out there alone. Especially right now.” “But why-” “Adira,” Brax cut her off, “That’s all I can tell you right now. I’m sorry.”

Alpha Richard says. “So what’s the plan?” Alpha Roman asks. He leans back in his chair, seemingly bored. “First, we need to get one of the rogues to talk. So far, all rogues that have been captured were found dead before they could be interrogated. I think that there may be a spy within the pack, but have seen very little evidence to support my suspicions. The next part is strengthening our defenses. The rogues have been gradually increasing in number, so all of us need to ensure that our packs are well defended,” Tyler explains.

Back at the meeting… "Are you serious? Is this the only solution you can come up with?" questioned Alpha Blake. "Do you people even understand what you are asking?" "We do, and believe this is the best option for now," answered Bryan solemnly. "Never! I will never open my pack to the rouges. This is the most ridiculous suggestion ever given," Alpha Storm argued. "Allowing two rogues in the midst of our packs, we risk everything. I can't believe your audacity. You may very well suggest; we hand over all our pack secrets to you."

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."

And five of our wolves behind him. Great. I stare at him. “You brought a parade.” He grimaces. “I tried not to.” “You failed.” “They didn’t give me a choice.” The wolves behind him look tense but respectful. Heads slightly bowed. Eyes sharp. I step back and let them in. The room feels smaller instantly. “What is this,” I ask. Jason rubs the back of his neck. “Intervention?” I glare. One of the senior wolves, Marta, steps forward. She’s older. Gray at the temples. Strong as hell.

“Are you awake?” As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes” “Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly. I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder” Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!