Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

It tore me to shreds when I first got here but I soon learned to live without family you can depend on. Most rogues are arrested on sight and their former Alpha is given a chance whether to let the pack member return to the pack, most times only one out of ten Alphas is willing to let rogues return to their former pack. The thought of being returned to my former pack for Aiden to decide whether to accept me or not makes me sick, I would rather take my chances with being an outcast.

Author’s POV Alpha Derek was breathing heavily when he left the room. As much as he wanted her to suffer, he needed her strong and healthy to reclaim his power, but not until the full moon. The rogue Alpha of the North, that is what they called him. The terror of the Woods, older than all. With his band of rogues, he terrorized packs, stealing, looting, molesting. But he wasn’t always a rogue! Alpha Derek was born to the Alpha Bloodline of the Crescent Moon Park, he had just taken over from his father at the age of thirty when he ran into his mate.

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.

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

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