Rogue Trader How Many Chapters Novels & Stories

I don't want to you to pay twice for these chapters and before I get my contract, they might change anyway. Whenever you read a new story, the first few chapters are free and in those chapters you really have to get your readers interest. also you can't write any sex scenes and they like to hear from the male pov earlier on. so things might change if my editor and goodnovel don't like the order of my chapters or the length. so long story short. here is another chapter from The Stolen Alpha. From Storm's pov

I jump on the back of the rogue and bite his neck, ripping out his throat in the process. I see another rogue replaced the rogue I just took out. Thinking I would be too distracted to help, I jump on the rogue and pull him back freeing the warrior to fight off the last rogue. This rogue and I started to fight. He swiped at my back leg catching my hind quarter.

This Rogue is probably going to kill me, but I refuse to go down easy. About ten feet away from where Chandra and I are standing, the Rogue stops. His eyes grow malevolently in the moonlight as more of his brethren step out of the shadows. I count two, three, five… I look behind us. Seven Rogue warriors, covered in ash and blood. Chandra and I press our backs together. The Rogues move in. And then a wolf, one I know so, so well, leaps in from the dark. "Evander!" I gasp as my former mate brings the Rogues down.

Chapter 24: The Gathering Storm Rogue Leader’s POV The night deepened around us as we gathered in the clearing, the wolves that followed me encircling the fire. The air was sharp with anticipation, the cold biting at my skin. I could feel the electricity in the atmosphere—the world seemed to hold its breath. This night would mark the beginning of something that could change the balance of power forever. The rogues, my loyal followers, were eager. They had tasted blood before, and now they were hungry for more.

I spoke softly, the words carried on the breeze, "there is a chapter of your life that remains veiled in shadows. A part of your journey that led you down the path of a rogue. Will you share it with me?" His gaze met mine, a flicker of vulnerability mingling with the familiar strength in his eyes. His voice, touched with a hint of solemnity, resonated with a desire to lay bare his innermost truths. "Tania," he began, his voice carrying the weight of memories, "my past is a tapestry woven with pain, loss, and a longing for freedom. It began with the betrayal of those I once held dear, a darkness that shattered the illusions of trust and loyalty."

As a rogue, there was never a luxury of time to heal. Time was spent on self-teaching through trial-and-error of which territories belonged to other rogues; which rivers were shared and which were not; and most importantly, how to run past packs in large numbers without being detected. It was a cold, dark world. What Tate is giving her now merely through his words and presence was an assurance that she hadn’t felt since she was casted out, and that was a very long time ago.

The closest I'd been to a pack before settling down with the Rogues was when I was hiding away from them. “That must be fun. I've never been anywhere.,” she said in a sad tone. I inwardly huffed. Going to new places was exciting, but for years it could grow dull. It didn't help that I had to live as nondescript as possible back then. Having a safe space and home was better. That was what I found in the rogue pack. I missed it already. “Could you…can you tell me about them?” she asked. Now that was surprising.

With many of his contacts still he brought in many young Alphas to train with him. Having time to build his dream training grounds he realized he was missing things. For one he needed more trainers and educators. With the help of his mate he reached out to other Rogues that had not gone mad and had the abilities that he needed to successfully pull off the impossible. Having hired several Rogues to complete the task of trainers and educators his mate announced they were expecting their first child.

“But they never answered. They always told me to ask you.” His body tensed slightly beneath me. I could feel it. The reaction made my curiosity stronger. I pushed myself up, meeting his eyes directly. “I want to know your past,” I said, my voice steady but filled with emotion. “Why did you come to our pack? Why did you lose your power? Did you lose your memory when you were in our pack?” Each question felt heavier than the last. Memories of the past flooded my mind, the broken rogue I met, the mysterious strength he once had, the secrets he never explained. My voice softened.

Bal could now see the huge island which is filled with tall and vast trees swaying together lively. She could feel her body vibrating just by looking at those sceneries. Bal was beyond excited and extremely nervous at the same time. She was having the thought of what if Kaylon’s people didn’t like her? What if Kaylon’s people made him realize that she was not worthy of him? She was afraid of rejection now that she learned about what it means to be rejected, when she accidentally opened a book that was about a mate's rejection. What was written in that book gave her the thought of trying to stop the time from turning and just stay in the wildrift together with her alpha forever. That nobody c