Novel & Cerita Rogue Trader Blood Ties

I yelled as I raced out of the pack house. I could see traces of blood into the woods and I knew Almost immediately that it was her blood. I wasn't worried about her bleeding but what I was worried about was that the smell of her blood could attract rogues. Her blood looked and smelt very unique and different from any other blood I had ever seen. Just as I suspected and feared, I could smell the presence of a rogue as I went further into the woods and I could also smell Tyla too as the bond between us was still active.

“Did you get into a fight with someone different from your clan and blood?” One different from your clan and blood… A lycan? If Cathylene hears I fought a lycan she'll flip over. “No.” I shake my head with a heavy saliva dropping into my stomach. The witch woman squints hard at me. “Why then do you stink of cursed blood?” “Cursed blood?” Cathylene matches to my front. “Did you get into any fight?” I'm about to deny again when the witch raises my top up. I'd dropped Jaxon's jacket with a drycleaner and got new clothes on my way.

“My father was the Alpha of this pack. I grew up with the kind of reverence only given to leaders. And yet, here I am. Dragged through the dirt, humiliated, betrayed, and not a single elder thought I was worth fighting for. Doesn’t my bloodline—my dignity—mean anything anymore?” “I know this isn’t fair,” Mara whispers. “But things are not as simple as they seem. There are . . . other forces. My hands are tied.” My heart stutters. “By whom? Who’s pulling your strings?” She doesn’t answer. Instead, her skin goes a shade paler, and beads of sweat glisten on her brow like she’s burning up from the inside out. Her hand trembles slightly as she withdraws it from mine. “I need to rest,” she mutters

' I asked, turning off the tap. 'Maverick, when I fully turn rogue, not only would you be affected, but our mate would be as well. Because we share the bond together. The mate bond is not a simple bond, Mav. Once the bond ties, it is inseparable, not even going rogue would break it. In that case, when I fully turn rogue, her wolf turns rogue, too.'

I killed the bastard that killed her in cold blood. I hated rogues the second I saw Graig slamming his hand through Drew's, my 16 year old cousin's, chest ripping his heart out seconds before uncle Nick killed him. The smell of blood filled the air as rogue fell dead at our feet. I remember the sound of Evan, Rain's mate and husband as he held her in his arms. My father blamed himself for her death, for Drew's death, for countless others deaths because he trusted a man that was a rogue.

he shrugged. “So your brother had a human lover, a human lover with a child. And he just dumped her when he found his mate?” I asked. If that was true, I wasn’t sure I could like his brother. “No.” John frowned. “Something far worse separated them. His lover was murdered most horrifically by a rogue alpha. The rogue alpha was upset with our pack because our father had killed his father. The death of their alpha resulted in any who didn't pledge to Bloodmoon becoming rogue.” he explained. I could tell that talking about this upset him.

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.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

As stories of their brave sacrifices and covert romances were revealed, the parallels to our own budding love story became unmistakably clear. With each new fragment of history that came to light, our hearts pulsed in perfect harmony, seemingly acknowledging the ancient ties that bound us. This library, once just a repository of knowledge, evolved into a haven where we fostered our growing love and charted the course of our shared destiny. Our bond was now anchored not only by the fervor of our feelings but also by an overarching purpose—to uphold the honor of our ancestors and to safeguard the enigmatic power of the Bloodstone.