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As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly. I left our palace and started my mission by attacking every place where I know rogues are living and killing them all mercilessly, after all I know they are doing nothing but kill the innocent creature and they deserve to be extinct because if I know they're innocent and kind creature, I won't even hesitate to refuse this mission and just give up to be their Queen. I was out fighting all day using the sword that my mother gifted me a

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

He was Axel Wolfrik, the King of the Rogues. With another confident smirk, Axel quickly placed the contract after they finished discussing. He was a businessman too after all and never made any deals without contracts. He always also made sure that his contracts had hidden clauses that benefited him more. “A hundred million dollars to build more houses and resources for my pack. Plus protections and aid from the rogue army whenever my pack is attacked by Vampires. It’s a deal.”

"Mr. Landon... isn’t who he appears to be." I flipped the folder open, causing my brows to furrow. The pages were filled with photos, documents, scribbled notes. "Start talking." Marcel leaned forward, lowering his voice despite us being alone. "He was a rogue, Nicholas. Exiled for crimes he never publicly owned up to. Theft, illegal trading, maybe even murder—though those records were scrubbed clean." "Then how the hell did he build a business empire and become some sort of savior to packless wolves?"

Our first task was to find the Cartel's known contact point was a gambling den called The Broken Anchor, rumored to be frequented by the rogue elementalists and smugglers who dealt in arcane contraband. "The rogue wolf leader, the tactician, is named Roric," Zeva muttered, keeping her eyes scanning the crowds. "He runs the brute force and security. The human financier is Veria, she handles the money and the paperwork. And the disgraced mage, the one who handles the relics, is Carth."

I was a broken girl and now I was being sold out like furniture by my own father. Engines roared in the distance. Three black trucks rolled into the clearing, dust kicking up behind them. They stopped in a half circle and the doors opened. Rogues poured out of the truck at least a dozen. They looked big, scarred, and moved like predators, not like pack wolves with their rules and hierarchy. These looked like they'd kill you for breathing wrong. Then he stepped out; Ryder Blackwood. I'd heard the stories my whole life. The Rogue Alpha who controlled half the lawless territories, built his empire on violence and even killed his own fated mate.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

And tonight, he had walked right into my trap. I had been planning this for months. Cultivating contacts among the rogue packs that roamed the borders. Offering money, territory, promises of power in exchange for their loyalty. All while playing the part of the concerned pack member, pretending to support Damon's desperate search for his mate. The rogues had been expensive, but worth every penny. A dozen of the most vicious fighters I could find, led by a brutal alpha named Cain who had been exiled from three different packs for his violence.

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”