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With astonishing calm, he showed me exactly where to place my thumb so I could deliver a deep, fatal thrust. "I, Adric Rodriguez, King of Silvercrest, give you the right to point a weapon straight at my heart," he declared softly, his golden eyes locking onto mine with absolute, unwavering sincerity. "Now, little wolf... do you still think you are incapable of fighting back?" I stared at him, my mouth slightly open, completely stunned into silence by his crazy, unbelievable gesture. My mind was spinning, trying to process why a ruler would ever offer his life to a servant.

He had survived by a mile and was out for revenge for his parents, who had taken a quick sweep from his father’s sword. “That’s why I travelled far and wide, helping rogues like me escape from the grasp of their packs and grow. I built a pack of Rogues who I believed were as strong as the Moon Hound Packs warriors.” He smashed his hand along with the glass cup on the table, creating a large bang. “I will never go down without a fight.”

The only sound in the room was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint crackling from the fireplace. “Was that your mother?” I asked softly, glancing at the closed album and Xavier nodded. “She was beautiful.” Something flickered briefly across his expression at that. Something softer and sadder. “She was good…Too good for this life.” He said softly and something about the way he said it made my chest tighten slightly. My eyes drifted toward the whiskey glass in his hand. “And your father?” I asked and Xavier let out a quiet humorless laugh. “My father built this empire on blood,” he said calmly. “And I inherited it whether I wanted to or not.”

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

I had to rub my eyes to confirm that I was seeing correctly because there was no possibility that I was inside Xavier’s chamber, the merciless Rogue Alpha and My father’s sworn enemy. Xavier Cassian, the ruthless Rogue Alpha governed with an iron grip. He is young and yet, he controlled the world in his hands and forced everyone to obey him. The only individual who never yielded to his intimidation was my father and that was when the silent war between them began. Xavier robbed him of peace both in the werewolf and the business world. It became so terrible that my father prohibited the citizens of his territory from ever associating with anyone from Xavier’s land. And refusal to that leads t

I challenged him. He said nothing and I knew that I had won this round. We sneaked in a couple of minutes ago and I couldn’t believe that all the rumors had been true—all of it. Organized Rogue packs mostly dabbled in narcotics, prostitution, and gambling. Throughout various packs—in the darkness, the Rogues ran them all with great skill and experience and I surmised that they spread their power to the rest of the other regions using this place as their headquarters. Whatever they majored in were doing better than ever. There were reports that demand for crystalline had skyrocketed. Profit was sky high. And with what little information I had, I knew that they had a percentage of every bit so

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

Silas doesn’t waste another second. With my hand still cradled in his, he lays out his plan in a hushed voice, careful not to let it carry. He tells me of his pack—how he’s built it in the shadows, amassing wealth in the human world and using that money to shelter rogues who refuse to kneel to the legacy packs. But being unregistered makes them targets. Criminals. Easy to hunt. To change that, they need legitimacy. Recognition. And for that, he needs someone the council already knows. Someone they respect.

The rogue swallowed. But still said nothing. I stepped forward slowly. “Let him go, Cain.” Cain released him reluctantly. The rogue collapsed back onto his knees. I crouched in front of him. “You know who I am?” I asked. The rogue nodded. “Eric… Frostbite’s Alpha.” “Good,” I said. “Then you understand something important.” I leaned slightly closer. “If Damon wins this war, you’re expendable.” The rogue frowned. “Men like him don’t build empires by protecting soldiers. They build them by replacing them.”