Novel & Cerita Roguish Grin

"Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we? I have questions and you will answer them. If not, then you will soon find out why I am known as the ruthless Alpha," I calmly state as I grab a pair of dirty bolt cutters. "Fuck you," The rogue says as he spits a giant ball of phlegm that land at my feet. It's slightly hard to understand him with all of his teeth missing, but I get the point. The phlegm wad doesn't make it on my feet and half of it dangles out of his mouth and drips down his bloodied chin.

Audrey “Silver Wolf…” The rogue, his eyes flashing maniacally, took a step toward me, gnarled hands outstretched. I could scent him from where I stood a few yards away—he smelled like rotten teeth and scorched earth. I knew instantly that he was indeed a rogue, likely from Coldclaw. I could smell it all over him, see it in the wild look in his eyes, in his unkempt hair and tattered clothes. When he smiled at me, he was missing a tooth right in the front.

"No one takes from the claw and gets away with it." I couldn't tell which was worse as I watched him talk-his sickening grin or his repulsive breath. Almost immediately, the rest of the rogues crawled out from the trees behind him, their eyes fixated on me. They all had the same look as their leader-hungry, save and ready to pounce. My pulse quickened as I watched them close in on me. I squirmed, trying to pull myself out of the rogue's hold but the more I did so, the more his grip on my arm tightened.

~ RIG ~ I let my upper lip curl up and bare my teeth. Let him see that he was dealing with a helluva lot more than a spoiled rich kid. His instincts were dulled by humanity and alcohol, but even his dimwitted senses caught the flash of my teeth. He stiffened.

Damien’s voice was firm, but Raven could see past the mask he wore. His strength was still recovering, but the determination in his eyes spoke volumes. Despite the lingering poison in his veins, his presence commanded respect. His posture was unshaken, unyielding, and Raven knew he was a force to be reckoned with. The skinny rogue tilted his head, a slow, mocking grin spreading across his face. “Oh, we’ve got an alpha here,” he sneered, his voice laced with amusement. He glanced at his companions, bolstered by their numbers. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

‘You’ve never made a mistake, Mr Cordeiro? His mouth twisted into a cynical smile and everything about his face was suddenly brutally hard—his aggressive jaw, the glint in his eyes and the set of his shoulders. ‘Yes.’ Grace looked at him closely, wondering. He’d spoken just one word and yet why did she have the feeling that

He earned a menacing growl this time, making him hiss. The Rogue King was here!

I throw my head backward and groan. Too loud, it attracts both men. Fuck! I'm swift to clap my legs, slapping my thick cunt in between. The impact sends bolts of electricity shooting through my spine. FUCK!!! “Are you… okay?” The guest mumbles, his brows form an arc as he focuses on me. It's hard to fake a smile and even harder to say a word. So I simply grin, revealing my perfect dentition. “Hmm-hmm.” I nod when he doesn't look away.

I can't seems to place my hands on the look. His lips spread into a grin from cheek to cheek...

he growled, taking another deep whiff. “OK,” I answered with a grin on my face, well aware that it was a stupid promise to an even more possessive and stupid alpha...