Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

And then I saw it— I mean, really saw it. The trees. They were standing tall looking green and vibrant. Those were the same trees that had stayed dry and lifeless for the last four years. They hadn’t been like this since… Since Elira. I lifted my eyes and then I saw it. A faint glow above her. A symbol. A stain I had long erased from my memory, one I thought would never come back. It was the same mark that had glowed over Elira as she drew in her last breath. A red dragon with a half moon tail.

He said to himself. “Yes, I call it the Reverse Bonding Phenomena,” I said. “It is a situation whereby rejected mates begin forming false, unstable and violent bonds with strangers, creating rogue pairs that threaten packs and cause destruction.” The whole briefing was quiet now and the people were watching me, some in disbelief while some with deeply worried expressions on their faces. “So, as you can see, it is not a disease but result of an action,” I said. “And this action is what?” Dominic asked.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.

Her strength was absolutely unmatched by the sheer volume of numbers opposing her. A deep premonition settled into her core that her lifeforce would likely dissolve into the dirt of this alley today, but her training dictated she harvest a significant number of their throats before her own light faded from the wilderness. “Fucking bitch! Does your mind truly lack the intelligence to recognize the high house your claws offended? Descend to the underworld pits and request that data from the dark ancient!” the lead rogue spat into the dirt. He flicked his gaze toward the surrounding line of muscle and barked, “Why do your paws hesitate? Advance and shackle her limbs!”

I whipped my head to look at her—no pain; she was all smug smiles. “What did you do?” I gasped. “Transferance,” she said proudly, puffing out her chest. “As a pack wolf and a generational healer, I have the ability to transfer an even more accelerated process of healing. Rogue wolves do not heal as fast or as well as pack wolves.”

Ros took a ritual obsidian blade, nicking his thumb and then mine. "I, Ros Miller, Rogue of the Shadowed Woods, claim you, Lexi Marron, as my Mate, my Alpha, and my Soul." His voice was a deep, resonant growl that echoed off the stone walls. "I, Lexi Marron, Alpha of the Blue Moon, claim you, Ros Miller, as my Mate, my King, and my Heart." As we pressed our bleeding thumbs together, a shockwave of power rolled through the hall. The mate bond didn't just snap; it roared. Ros pulled me into him, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that told every Alpha in the room exactly who I belonged to.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.