Novel & Cerita Rogue X Male Reader

Lisa said, boiling with anger. “That’s true, I don’t think the council of elders will be happy to hear about this”. Rose answered. “Don’t worry, our Alphas will know what to do.” Just then two people entered the room, they were both about 6.2 feet tall and very muscular. “Beta Jason, Gamma Alfred! Good morning” Rose and Lisa greeted them with a little bow. “Morning!” The Gamma replied with a little smile on his face. “So how is the ROGUE doing” the Beta asked to stress the word rogue.

I had never believed in the moon goddess, but I think now, I do. “You bastard!” Yelled in rage by the member, “You promised to stay out of our sight once you get the goods!” Creed shrugged, “Ah, I forgot to mention, I never take my words seriously.” The male instantly lunged forward, and I didn’t know if it was his way of showing he was not scared but he did not match Creed’s strength as one attack and he was on the ground. “That was easy.” He commented, “Ravena, go and get their goods.”

He ordered, glaring down at me. "You can't honestly expect me to be okay with you handing me over to some stranger and forcing me to mate with him!" My argument fell on deaf ears, and I felt heat build behind my eyes. I didn't want to be given away like some trophy. I would rather be back at the pond with… I didn't even know his name. He had saved me more than once, yet I knew nothing about him. Rogues could not be trusted, and he was a rogue… a handsome devilish rogue, and the Alpha of them no less, but they were violent and tricksters.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

That is a miracle. I carefully stare at him silently and I realised that it isn't soft, it is semi-hard and hot and I feel my pussy get even wetter with needs. Every instinct in me wants to get on top of him immediately and ride him until I reach the point of ecstasy, but Rogue was never that way with me, he was never a man that only wanted to please himself. He was a lover, a dedicated one at that and he was an artist in bed, drawing out pleasure like it was the very reason for his existence and I have to show him I'm a good student, learning everything carefully.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

53. Can't have her Rogue's POV "So?" I craned my neck to my right at Xan who had a playfully curious expression on his face. I ignored him and took a sip of my whiskey. I know what he was attempting to do. But he wasn't going to get an answer from me. The truth is I don't know myself as to what I want in my life. I like blood and dead bodies. But a lover. It's scarier than seeing ghosts in the dark.

“Then you can send him mine.” The rogue chuckled darkly. “He knew you would follow.” Of course he did. That was the entire point. Ronan stepped beside me, his own claws gleaming in the dim light. “You talk too much.” The rogue’s grin widened further. “Oh, but we must. The master enjoys games.” Marcus roared. “I don’t.” I moved first.The forest blurred around me as Marcus surged forward. The first rogue barely had time to raise its claws before my hand tore through its throat.

I was resolute in rectifying the damage caused and fostering harmony between us. With an intense, determined expression on my face, resembling a warrior prepared for battle, I squarely confronted Dolph and delivered my words with conviction. "You embody true malevolence. Your callousness, vileness, and wickedness render you undeserving of existence in this realm. You are unworthy of the title 'Alpha.' Now, I comprehend why the women you love never reciprocate your affections. There resides within you a force that repels them—an essence of malevolence."

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever