Steve Rogers Imagines Novels & Stories

Rogers muttered, bending his neck over to lock tongues with her again. They smirked at me as I had nothing to do but cry a river of tears. “I bet your people are tired of you. I would be too,” Stella laughed. “You see, Anna,” Rogers stepped forward. “I needed to get close to you. Real bad. Each day I had dreamt of ruling this great pack. The Bond moon pack,” he stated, raising his arms in the air. “How was I supposed to do that other than charming the gullible daughter of the dead Alpha,”

Silver Professor Rogers pulled up to the curb outside my dorm. The engine idled for a moment, a low hum that seemed to vibrate through my bones. I sat there, my hand on the door handle, my heart heavy with everything that had just been said inside that car. The plan. The revenge. Henry. It was all tangled together in a knot I couldn't unravel. "Remember," Professor Rogers said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to be patient. Don't do anything rash. Let the plan unfold. If we rush this, we'll lose everything."

Rodger pov As I drove back home, I couldn't help but be so worried for Rhea. “I don't know how I'm possibly going to do something this treacherous to her. They expect me to do their plans like it is nothing. Yes. I don't want my mom to be home from the royal family, and I don't want us to lose our position. At the same time, I don't want Alpha Killian to see that we are not a threat. I want him to know that anytime, anytime I would be able to take away everything he owns. I also want that power. I also want a taste of power. Alpha Ethan was right. If I get a taste of power, then I will understand what Alpha Killian sees in that throne that makes him want to keep it no matter what.”