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he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

but you barely know me. - You're an alpha with no chance of inheriting a pack. You are humble enough to let yourself lower your title and serve your brother. With what I'm going to leave you, you can build your pack. There are always those who want to follow you, start over, and rogues who are desperate for a chance. Not everyone is a rogue because they were expelled or convicted. Many were born rogues, and they are the children of Rogues who were born rogues. There are many who deserve a chance. You are a good judge of characters. - Lycaon, I don't like this conversation. I want you to live many more years. I'm not going to be counting on your money to solve my life. and besides, how will J

Caden asks before taking a bite of his own food “In order to create a pack you need to own the land, then the pack are bound to there, only then can you develop a mindlink between you all and a leader is decided, that’s why most rogue packs are not packs, they ain’t all bad but they are not good either” “Yeah we might have been peaceful but not peaceful enough to be a pack, our people still stole to survive, we never lived of the land and I don’t think anyone had any jobs” Craig tells us

where is he ,that bastard i cant wait to lay hands on him apparently he was hiding off in one of the woods ,by the south ,he later found his mate and started a small pack there ,at the south side we figured . What a bastard, I said with an evil grin ,he doesn't know what's coming for him , alpha bane was the gang leader of the rogues that attacked the fire wolf pack the day my parents were killed ,I've been trying to track him down since forever, after I completed my training with master juju I've been looking for him to rip him apart ,I'm super excited about this news ,could today get any better than this my goodness i cant help but force a smile off my face . I pick up the bottle of drink

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

I set out to build a place where any rogue can travel and get the vital help they will need to stay alive and if they wish, help to reintegrate into our community once again and find a pack of their own. At first, the rogues in no mans land were a little hesitant themselves, as I was when Leo first approached me, we’re hated by so many for simply existing, but the more I showed that I was simply continuing the legacy that Buddy started, they all slowly began to trust me and now, all give me the most beautiful of gifts whenever I arrive at the corner as a thank you.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

The man took a slow drag from his cigar, then gave a firm nod. "We can do business." And just like that, in a small, unremarkable warehouse, The Crimson Lotus was born. A criminal empire with no boundaries—a syndicate that bowed to neither law nor honor. From high-end drug trafficking to the underground arms trade, Renjiro built his kingdom through blood and fire. Bangkok – Midnight.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.