Rouge Vs Amy Novels & Stories

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

I return to my seat and smile at the man across the table from me, “I have other engagement Louis. What do you say?” “You want me to house rogues on my territory, not just any rogues the rogues who are on the Hunter’s hit list,” he leans forward, “Do you hate me that much Ray?” I shrug, “I know I don’t like you but hate is to strong a word for someone I need a favor from, besides no one would find out,” I reply him. Louis is an Alpha, a slimy two timing Alpha but he is a means to an end. “What if they do find out?” he asks me.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

But Amy couldn’t resist poking the bear a bit. “Whatever,” he muttered, turning back to the window. “It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me.” Amy snorted. “Oh, please. You’re practically glowing with disappointment. Face it, Romeo—you’re obsessed with someone who can’t stand you.” Lucas spun around, anger flashing in his eyes. “You don’t know anything about me or her. So maybe you should keep your mouth shut for once.” Amy raised her eyebrows, leaning against the wall with a smug grin. “Oh, I’ve hit a nerve. This is fun. Maybe I should stay here longer.”

She was wearing a low cut blouse that showed her cleavage and it was so unlike her. "Hi, Amy." I smiled, blinking a few times. "Are you busy?" she asked, touching my shoulder lightly and I gave her a tight smile. "Not really. What's up?" I asked, letting out a huge breath. "Well, I was wondering...ummm...if you would like to go out with me sometime?" she asked, playing with the ends of her hair. Oh boy! "Uhhh...I'm sorry, Amy. I don't think that's a good idea because Ryan is interested in you and there is this bro code and stuff-- you get it right?" I spoke, scratching my forehead, hoping that she would understand and let this go.

They do not look thrilled with the way I barged in to the clearing, all guns blazing. One of the, Murray, eyes me coldly. He's holding a rope in his hand. The other end is wrapped around one of the rogue's neck. The other is Amy. A short, stocky woman with a scar over one eye. She's holding one of the rogues down, pinned to the forest floor. "Rylie?" Amy asks. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I stammer. But it is. Something is really very wrong. Because the pack are preparing to slaughter the enemy, and the moment I look into the panic-stricken eyes of the rogues, I see my future self.