Rogue Vs Rouge Novels & Stories

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

The one who I knew instantly to be the beta was similar to the Alpha, with scars and muscles that littered his body, though he had short Sandy blonde hair with green eyes. The others littered around were much of the same, men of all shapes and sizes, each one different from the last. I had never seen a man before, the only person I had ever known was my mother, and she was far from as muscular or large as those who stood waiting for me to show myself, perhaps so they could kill me. Pack wolves were not known to be merciful towards rogues, not even rogues were merciful to she-wolfs that didn’t belong to a pack, they saw us as vulnerable and easy targets for the taking. Or so mother told me.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

West, another of Alpha Killian's men, tells me with a low chuckle as he carries on walking without even sparing me a glance through his shoulder. I cast a backward glance at the two wolves and the other guy who are walking behind me. The bigger wolf has the same brown smooth fur as Lancelot, and for a moment I let my mind drift over to him. Surprisingly I haven't thought about him that much, maybe because I've been too overwhelmed with the Alpha Killian and his pack members. But what if Killian is bringing me here to kill me, so he and his men can feast on my flesh? There are actually different kinds of packs that do feed on rogues/slaves.

“Sorry, but she is out right now. We all co-own it though, so you’re welcome to speak to me. I promise I have more patience than Solaris does.” I clicked my tongue. The other rogue had stopped unloading and stood with his arms crossed near the front door. They both had brown hair but the one I was speaking to had a lighter, gold tone to his longer hair. Whereas the other had short dark brown hair. They both were muscular but the one in the back looked like he never missed a day at the gym. Both of them had scars on their face, neck and even the exposed part of their arms. Frankly, if I wasn’t an Alpha, I would have been intimidated.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

At least fifty wolves, maybe more. "These are Rogues who wanted out," Dad explained. "Wolves trying to escape bad situations. Abusive Packs. Criminal organizations. Victor protects them here. Gives them a place to heal and restart." I stared at the scene before me. A small child laughed as her mother chased her. An elderly wolf read a book by lamplight. A young couple held hands, whispering to each other. This wasn't what I expected from the terrifying Rogue Alpha. "The Packs think I'm just a criminal," Victor said from behind me. "They're not completely wrong. But this is what I do with the money I make. I give Rogues a choice. A chance."

I got up from my crunched position and proceeded to navigate my way out of the small clan, the red clothing tightly squeezed in my palm. It was like finding a clue really opened my eyes. As we walked through the destroyed valley, I could clearly see that the nature of the destruction looked exactly like how rouges would destroy. They do not have a purpose, they only do what they were assigned to by their leaders, destroyed anything that comes their way. A lot of people would say the only different from a rouge and a werewolf is that the rouges are park-less and roamed the forest with no destination but that was just the basics, there are much more deeper difference between the two similar sp

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.