Rogue X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“But I assure you that it is never going to happen. We will ensure everyone is treated fairly and equally. No harm will come to you.” The corners of Mrs. Wolfe’s lips lifted in a smirk. “No harm will come to us, yet a promising young boy died there.” A wave of gloom hung thick in the atmosphere, and the people became emotional again. “As much as I really don't want to talk about his death right now… I can’t just ignore it. We are the Rogue people. We are strong, beautiful, and kind. We've survived situations—harsh and life-threatening ones that would have killed others that are in a pack. Over the years, we've been able to change the narrative that Rogues are more than assassins, troublemake

He ran a hand over his face, "I feel like I can do more than what I have been. There are other Werewolves under my dad's protection that have no safe place to run to." "There really is no way for the Werewolf King to take them in?" She asked him. Aiden scoffed softly, "Once you're a Rogue, you can never go back. It's like your branded with it. All of them can tell what you are the moment they get a whiff of your scent." He shut his eyes, his black hair acted like a curtain over his eyes, "No, I know deep down it isn't his fault or his doing. He's acting the way any Mate would do. He's protecting his wife and children. Anyone can see that."

I stood up from the floor, my strength coming from within. Two times Alpha Williams has referred to this guy as a rogue and he doesn’t seem to care. He didn’t even try to refute the accusations and I wondered in my heart if he is the famous rogue Alpha that everyone is talking about. Alpha Williams spoke about his fowl stench, but I couldn’t sniff it. All I could perceive is an amazing scent of pine, musk, and something dangerously wild. His scent overwhelmed my senses, I felt his eyes fixed on me as if he was thinking about me the same time I was thinking about him. “I will leave, Williams. But not with her,” he responded to Alpha Williams, his eyes still fixed on me, sending chills down my

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

"Ladies, I put the decision to you, do you feel your mate is worthy of redemption? Will they renounce Roman or are they a danger to other wolves." There are fifteen Rogues in total, five are mate less, leaving ten who require judgement. One by one the women speak up, and seven males are deemed safe. The last three are all males I identified myself as blood thirsty, their mates surprise me by rejecting them and backing away to avoid harm. One male is in such a rage that he attacks his mate, but he is stopped by the translator, who promptly snaps his neck and drops his lifeless body to the floor. "What is your name?"

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

He needed this and I needed it too. Yet it was hard. It shouldn’t have been that hard. I stopped in front of him, the words at the tip of my tongue, forcefully pushing forward. If I asked him to stay with me, would he? All I felt, was it still just the bond? None of those in Rogue kingdom were mates. The men mated with any of the females they lusted over, even if the females did not want to, they would be forced. The concept of finding a mate was only known to me through the grimoire. Mother added a chapter for me to know what true mateship was in the werewolf world.

They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death. I casually walked towards the man in front of me- the one who was watching me being captured by those rogues from the start. He seemed to be having a great time watching me turn those werewolves into ashes but I'm curious why there's something within me that's stopping me from killing him even though I know what kind of creature he is. He's one of them- a rogue.