Rouge Riders Novels & Stories

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains.

Something that told them this was not a regular summons. "Alpha," one of them said, bowing his head. "What do you need?" "What happened here?" I held up the arrow. "Whose blood is this?" The guards exchanged a glance. The second one spoke. "A group of rogues, Alpha. Five of them. They attacked the eastern weapons storage about an hour ago. We fought them off and took them to the dungeon. They are being interrogated now." Five rogues. My mate was a rogue. I should have been concerned. I should have been asking questions about security breaches and border vulnerabilities. I should have been angry.

Of course, there are the few who make it their lives work to fit into the rogue stereotype and try to topple all that Gray and I have worked for, but we always figure it out. The list I gave Louis was brought me a permanent territory for my fellow rogues to habit, the Outlaw Hunters have been cracking down on a lot of our hideouts recently and we have some good men in the process. A hidden territory within Louis vast pack territory would be the last place they would think to look for us. I step into my car and head for the hotel, on the way I call Gray, “We got the deal,” I tell him immediately he picks up. “The bastard couldn’t resist getting his slimy paw on such a valuable item,” Gray say

"Sage said the bond could break it. That you need a true mate to save the pack." His eyes went cold. "Sage is a child who doesn't understand how the world works." "She understands that your pack is dying!" "My pack has been dying for three years." His voice was flat. "One more false hope won't save them. It'll just make the end harder." I stared at him. "You'd rather let them die than accept help? Than accept me?" "I'd rather face reality than chain myself to a fantasy." He turned away. "The ritual happens at sunset. Be ready."

Ryker and a few other rogues moved closer, forming a loose barrier around the altar. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “This was supposed to be my moment of freedom. Why did she have to ruin it?” The council leader continued, “Alpha Darius, step forward.” Darius moved to stand before the council, his expression unreadable. “Do you, Darius, swear to uphold the laws of the Moonlight Accord and lead your pack with honor and justice?” “I swear it,” he answered without hesitation. “Then, by the authority granted to us by the High Council, we hereby recognize the Rouge Pack, renamed as the black fang, as a sovereign and lawful pack under the Accord.

It’s very obvious I don’t have a shot of happiness with him, for all I can guess, he can be even worse than Alpha Boden. “I Morana Ledger, a Captivated Rogue member of this pack, propose a rejection to the fated bond between us.”

He rushed out. To that, I could only nod. “It's okay, I'll be waiting.” … Thus in a matter of minutes after leaving the house, I was brought towards the various places. It was nothing like the Rogue pack. It lacked the modern feel that the rogue pack bore, despite both packs laid within forests. Soon I followed him side by side through what seemed like an incomplete construction. Wonder filled me before we both Spotted some voices. I followed his gaze towards the front of the construction.

“I didn’t even think there were still two hundred of them left.” “Neither did I.” He whispered. Taking a deep breath and wiping some of the rain of my face, I rolled my shoulders. “Is it just Hunters?” He nodded. “As soon as we raised the banner of the Rogue King, all rogues they had employed, vacated the area. Most didn’t even stay within state lines.”