Rogue Remy Novels & Stories

“We already have Tyron as the next Gamma,” “Let’s see what King can do first; if he can do anything. Rogue is a good fighter, smart and quick and he has strength. I don’t think he was born to be a rogue, more like a Beta. His wolf is almost as big as yours.” I hadn’t decided where Rogue would fit in, but I hated to waste his talents and give him a warrior position. Unfortunately, his lack of speech was a hindrance, despite his skills. It was ok to mind-link but he needed a voice if he was going to communicate with Pack Alphas or other kingdoms.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

I say looking at Remy. "What body?" The rogue says curiously. "Alpha Smith's of course. You want proof of this failed attack I'll show you." I say letting go of his hair and sitting back down across from him. He watches me skeptically. Remy comes back into the room and tosses a body at our feet. "Go ahead. Take a look " I say kicking the body with my foot so you can see his bloating face. The rogue looks down skeptically when his eyes make contact with the body they widen with shock slowly turning to rage. "I can't believe it." He whispers disbelief clear in his voice. "The bastard lied to us all." He continues ranting angrily. "Who's the bastard?" I ask him hoping he will cooperate now. "I'

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Not after what had happened. Mom had also called a couple times. I remembered why I had gone to the woods in the first place; our fight. Well, she had wanted me to settle down, she’d gotten her wish now. Ironically, my mate was a rogue, a werewolf's pack's natural enemy. I noticed the men on the ground and remembered what had happened. 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.

"We're surrendering to you, Ivy Doreen," the biggest rogue says, bowing his head to me respectfully. The other rogues follow after him, even the wolves. I gulp, feeling something stir low in my belly, "We mean no harm to you or anyone else in this pack. The only reason we approached you this way is because you're hard to track down. All we want is a conversation." "No," Remington responds for me, ending the distance I created until he reaches me again and grabs me by the arm one more time, just to keep me in place, as if he’s scared I’ll run to the rogues again, "You have nothing to say t—"

"Make them pay." With a shake of my head, I murmured, “No need. I have a feeling this is well under control.” The days that followed were a blur of pain and anger. We buried our dead, tended to our injured, and began the long process of rebuilding. The pack was on edge, every shadow holding the potential of another attack. One night, as we sat on the mansion's steps, watching the moon rise over the charred remains of the village, Remy appeared. "I’m going to help you rebuild. And we're going to make sure the Rogues never do this to anyone again," he promised.

I wasn’t interested in any of that. “Hi, Adam.” I smiled back at him. “Do you mind if we hang out with you guys?” Martin asked and Jimmy opened his big mouth, before I could talk. Not like I was going to send them away. “It’s totally fine. You guys are welcome, anytime, anyday.” I groaned internally. He was sounding and behaving like a fan. What a shame. “Thank you. I’m Remy by the way.” Remy introduced herself to Jimmy. I swear, I saw Jimmy’s hands tremble a bit as he shook Jenny and the rest of the gang, except Adam who was just staring plainly at him.

Emmet's head snapped towards the direction of the door and he saw that a few other rogues had gathered at the entrance and yelled at them. "What?" He asked. "Fucking get out of here. You all can't do anything right. Fucking rogues" He spat. They hurried away from there as quickly as possible, then his attention went back to the rogue who was crouching down on the floor in pain. Emmet gritted his teeth in anger. "You had just one job and you messed up. Get the fuck out of here and go fix it". Emmet watched Neo as he slowly rose from the cold floor and made his way out of the room. Emmet was famous among the werewolves as a brutal and vicious rogue leader that terrorized neighboring packs with

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.