Rogues Patrick Radden Keefe Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that, Gamma Raden?” Raden glanced at his pack leaders before he explained, “When the rogues attacked, some of us who had an above average strength took on more than one rogue at a time. When I kept taking on two at a time, the rogues took notice. All of a sudden, I found myself surrounded by five of them. One held me by my tail and its member slashed me from the side and gave me this scar.” He gestured to his face before continuing, “When the blood from my face was oozing, the Gammas from our ally packs pounced in and tore the rogues apart, leaving the rogue who slashed me for me to chase before I tore its throat.” Raden smiled. “The scar brings me joy because it has bee

I muttered with an eye roll. He tilted his head, a sly grin slowly making it's way to his undeniably pretty face. I glared at him, " what?"" You look Irish, which pack do you come from?" He asked. I looked away, " I don't have a pack, I was born a rogue" another lie. I prayed silently that he would believe. He seemed to sniff the air a bit then his face went blank. I gulped and prayed in my head that he would let it go. Slowly he nods, " okay, next question-" the cell door opens and a blonde guy walks in, a sheepish smile on his face.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

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.

He studied me for a moment, and I couldn't tell if he was surprised I didn't already know or if he'd expected this question. "Kieran Croft," he said. The name hit me like a physical blow. Kieran Croft. I knew that name. Everyone in the territories knew that name. It came with warnings and whispered stories and a reputation that made other Alphas nervous. Kieran Croft was the Rogue Alpha, the feared leader of Silverthorn, the man accused of betraying the coalition and standing outside the Alpha King's trust. He was the Alpha other packs avoided, the one parents used to scare their children into behaving, the one who operated by his own rules and didn't answer to anyone.

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t