Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

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.

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.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

Slow drops of rain kept hitting me and the weight of laying down was all over me. The hard smell of smoke and woods filled my nose as I slept there,but when my eyes opened all that I could see were tall woods. Where was I ? The question went into my head and the next moment I got my answer. Last night after the festivals my father tried to have me killed and I somehow managed to escape with the rogue Alpha. The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

“You were stabilizing existence.” The other me steps out of the chamber. He moves like I do. Same posture. Same tension in the jaw. But there’s something missing. Hesitation. He looks at me the way a mirror studies a flaw. “You’re inefficient,” he says. His voice is mine stripped of warmth. Hailey’s double steps forward too. She studies the Hailey in my arms with unsettling stillness. “You reintroduced volatility,” her double says softly. “Attachment increases collapse probability by 37 percent.”

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

He held out his hand to me. I took it and walked beside him as he showed me around. The land was really massive. Surely not as big as my former pack but his territory was impressive for a rogue. He took me to the hut that was used as a healing house for the injured during attacks and clashes with strays and the sick. I saw Cara was in there. The woman gave me a nod of acknowledgement and I returned one back. Next, he took me to see the nursing home. At first I was shocked that there were children here but really it shouldn't have been that surprising. Of course rogues would marry amongst themselves if they were mated and have children. I saw the bathing hut which had a wooden contraption tha

I should invest in this place. “Are these patients the ones who were attacked by the rogues?” I ask, and he nods solemnly. “Yes, a rogue's bite to a human can be lethal. They carry the venom, causing the symptoms of a plague. They will never transform but their body rejects the venom, causing a slow, agonising death. We have had a slow influx of rogue attacks, but more are appearing, and after last night, I know they are here for Marissa. They can feel her power. When her wolf howled and they followed suit, that tells me this isn’t a coincidence.” I nod in understanding. There is definitely a greater power at work here.