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I let him chew on that. After a few seconds, he exhales. “I don’t know much. I don’t. My information is secondhand.” “You already said that.” I drop the bundle on the table, the metal clip smacking against the wood. “And I still call bullshit. You might think it’s secondhand, but I’m offering two grand for it. That means it’s worth something.” His eyes go straight to the money. I can practically see him salivating. That’s the thing with rogues. You want to control them, you don’t need chains. Just dangle enough cash, and they’ll hang themselves with it.

the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.” “I care nothing about who you are … or what nonsense titles they call you,” Tristan replied, “It doesn’t change the fact that you are but a worthless thief. You steal trade supplies from ships and collect valuable possessions from the passengers. How much worthless can you be?” The Pirate Lord’s face flushed into anger. “I’ll make you regret what you’ve just said and beg for your life, you filthy scum. I am the Lord of the Western Seas.” His sword flashed and blinked as if a shadow passed.

"So, how about we get back to business, you old fool? All of these villas are mine. Just tell Papa Logan which one you like. You can even take them all if you want! Papa Logan will allow it, twerp." "They're all yours?!" Suddenly, Lloyd didn't sound like a Grand Master at all. He appeared sheepish. He had heard that this area was perfect for martial and mystique artists. He felt even more humiliated as he saw the salespeople snickering at him from the sidelines. "Hold on a second. Did you just call me a fool and a twerp?!" he exclaimed. "Leave some of the villas for me, and don't disrespect your elder!" Logan sneered. "Well, you can have them all... if you can give me 50 billion dollars or s

PROLOGUE The Lycan king's secret kingdom consisted of three main packs. The Shadow Pack: crafters of weapons, strongest of alphas. The Crimson Moon Pack: known for their omega healers and every form of dark sorcery. And the Red Fang Pack: merchants and travellers. Every wolf knew the basics. And there was an immortal Lycan king that wielded a scythe, working in the shadows, making sure the packs coexisted and keeping the wolves from enemies.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

He pushed off the wall and walked to the map table, and his finger tapped a spot on the northern edge of Thornhaven territory. "During my rogue years, I ran with a crew that did supply runs for the northern packs. Thornhaven paid the best because no one else would get close to them. I know their patrol patterns. I know their weak points." Rook traced a line through the mountains. "And I know a smuggler who still runs supplies into the fortress. He owes me a life debt. He'll get us in." Kellan studied the map. "How reliable is this smuggler?"

I was after-all the Alpha Prince. “I don't recall we attacked and killed rogues.” The rogue averted his gaze as he began to slop. I could see tears in his eyes but I was sure it was one of his methods of manipulation “ All I wanted was to make more money to provide a comfortable life for my mates and the family we plan to build. I wanted a sustainable income for us.” He whispered. “Then what happened?” I asked.

Troy was obsessed with her, we wanted no one but her not even our true mate came close, I must admit, I missed her and my son, my daughters, I want my family back but they chose Aidan over me so I will end them all. I walked to the training grounds watching my fellow rogues train and getting prepared for the war that was about to come. I was building an army big enough to take him on and it will take time because when I strike this time it will be the end of him and everyone who ever betrayed me. We all wanted Aidan gone as a lot of my allies fled their homes hiding from his wrath, he was killing everyone associated with his demised one thousand years ago, and quite frankly, I would have don

“Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.” Fear slithered through me like smoke. “It pains me that you have to go so quickly but I know I could only wish. For an omega with such vibrant, unique features, my chance of ever having the feel of your kind is rare.” Doom added, but I was too preoccupied with my shaking thoughts to care. The man who was able to kill the Rogue king. I have heard the stories and now... My fate is taking me there. I didn't know when we reached another building. A different design from the ‘holding’ and the auction hall.