Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar 소설 & 이야기

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

That sense of dominance sent shivers of anticipation up and down her back. “A pity. We’ll see you at the Watering Hole tonight, then. Stop by tonight. There’s a live band playing, and wings are cheap.” “If we can, we will.” The two men walked off once the packages were in the Jeep. With friendly smiles and waves. Once they were out of sight, Jules turned to Rose. “Wow. I think I just might have met my mate. Or my nemesis. Either way, I want a look under the cover, if you get what I mean?”

Logan’s POV It had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.

His expression remained stoic and firm. “Hope you can control yourself rogue, now that you’re in a civilized setting. Try not to piss on the furniture, will you?” one alpha said with a smirk. His luna laughed with an annoyingly high-pitched laugh that was obviously fake. Kalen didn’t say anything, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay silent. The snickers and whispers grew as we sat at our table. In the far south-east corner, ours was the farthest than the main table where the lycan king would sit. It also had no tablecloth or decorations. Even the chairs were missing.

“How did you come to work for my uncle? You’re not one of the wolves who left the pack with him...” Cole shakes his head. “No, I’m not. He picked me up along the way...” “Explain,” Octavius demands. Cole exhales, leaning against the edge of a table as he crosses his arms. “Lucien collects rogues. Since he was one himself, he sees them as… useful. He calls himself the King Rogue, if you can believe that...” I feel my wolf bristle at the title, the arrogance of it grating against me.

I turned and smirked at her. “What do you think? And besides, I don’t like the way they are staring at the ladies. This could be a problem if we don’t keep them safe.” She nodded her head and went behind the bar to help Marnie. We are on neutral territory, rogue’s come through here but hardly ever cause any issues, unless you get the odd one that likes to try, but they learn to move on and fast. Walking round collecting bottles and empty glasses, I caught the end of the rogue’s conversation. “They will be mine tonight, and when I’m done with them, you three can have a turn.” He and his friends laughed. I stiffened at his words and blatant disrespect for the women.

We went straight to a VIP couch on the 2nd floor and settled down in the most corner part which is dimmer. "Chivas Regal? Louis? Whiskey or Bourbon?" Astrielle asked, seconds after we settled on our seats. Carline waves her forefinger. "Uhm, no hard drinks for me, Astrielle." "Maybe Sangria?" I suggest. "Mojito to me," replied, Carline. "Alright! Mojito and Sangria, then?" Astrielle said and went down. When she came back , she's holding a bottle of Whiskey and our orders was served by a waitress.

I think he was like that bloody rogue granny was telling me. He is not a normal man. How could a normal man that I left in the VIP room now be standing in front of the club’s manager? How could a normal man smoothly catch me when I fell from tripping on a pole at that instant? This man is like the man that granny told me about years ago. He was like a rogue. The rogue has been despised and is now living with humans. I stepped back and I was about to go and talk to Daisy. As I turned around, I saw him again in another direction. I immediately turned my head and I saw him again with the club’s manager smiling evilly at me.

As for me, I was taken to the Rogue Pack by Derek. When we arrived, the entire pack was bustling with activity. I saw soldiers decorating everything—some were carrying wooden planks, others arranging flowers, and many were handling flickering stones that shimmered in the light. “What are they doing?” I asked, glancing at Derek, curiosity in my eyes. “They seem so busy.” “They’re preparing for our bonding ceremony,” Derek said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. I froze. “Why so soon…?” I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze.

A part of me wants to curl up against a tree and cry my eyes out for the rest of the night. But I drag my feet on, refusing to show weakness. Back in the clearing, Ryker drags the last of the dead rogues into a makeshift grave that couldn't have been more than three feet deep. The men start covering them with sand. I didn't think that they would even bother burying them. Ragnar never struck me as that kind. "We're done for the night. Back to the castle," Ragnar tells the men, grabbing his scythe from the bark of a tree.