Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

If my father hadn't interfered, then we would be satisfied with Charmine and Candace, but since he did, we can't give up the fake bond he made between us and Annalise. "That must be it then..." she says, but it just confuses me more. "What must it be?" "The rogue curse…” “The rogue what?” “The rogue curse. There have been some undocumented reports that when a male rogue or high power imprints on a female, that female becomes their mate, whether they are their mate or not. Now, with your father's interference with the mate bond wanting you to be connected to Annalise, it has had an even deeper and dangerous effect on the rogue side of your wolf. Even though Hugo does have two wonderful mates

We moved as one mind, one purpose. The first rogue I engaged was massive, easily twice the size of any I'd faced before. But size meant nothing if you knew where to strike. I went low, claws finding the tendons behind its knee, then danced away before it could retaliate. It should have gone down. It didn't even stumble. What the hell? The thought echoed through the pack bond from multiple sources as similar scenes played out across the field. They're not normal rogues, I realized, barely dodging a swipe that should have been too slow to threaten me. They're enhanced somehow.

she cried out, her voice thin with terror. Sensing a predator’s trick, I lunged forward and gripped the back of the driver's seat. "Halt this machine! We are disembarking now!" The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. He was wearing a dark face-mask, the scent of a rogue wolf rolling off him. Without a word, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The sudden jolt threw us back against the seats. Ruth, still fragile from the organ-replacement, collapsed. Her lips turned a ghostly white instantly.

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.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

"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

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I could smell them before they smelt me. Ten years of being a rogue meant I had trained myself to be able to smell a threat before they became a threat, it was a trick which had gotten me out of many certain death situations. I shifted before they had emerged from the clearing and was preparing myself for an attack. I wasn't going to go down easy and it was sure as hell going to take more than a couple of male-wolves to take me down.

His eyes fixated on me, making me want to succumb to his ghostly expression. --- Mystique Luna's note: A few chapters before we would say goodbye to The Rogue Alpha Reverses the Time.