Steve Rogers Mpreg Novels & Stories

“Who are you to even think you’ll give us our heads?” “Maybe some whore,” the first male implied, making Ostrich crack a laugh. “Right, Meghan. It has to be a whore that doesn’t know we own Abbator,” Ostrich stepped away, giving room for his friend. “Go on, Meghan, put your pup in her.” He held Isolde hard against the wall, ignoring her kicks and thrashes as she yelped for them to leave her be. Meghan’s eyes gleamed when he finished licking the skin of her neck.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

“My King; it turns out that the Rogue’s have attacked again while we all have been occupied with the delivery. I’ll go and fill out this paperwork with the Queen to officially name your daughter, but they are requesting your aid as soon as possible. You may want to open your link to your beta too; he has some news that doesn’t sound too good.” I went running at that, doing just what the doctor told me to do as I picked up my pace. ‘-and then I’m going to shove the other leg up your ass and use you like a puppet if you continue to block me.’ Axel was cussing up a storm at me, having caught him mid rant for blocking him out through the link. ‘Axel; I’m here, what’s up.’ ‘Fucking Rogues is what

Roger nodded. He wandered along the border with his new found friend, he was a happy young man, been mated since he was twenty and had three pups already and a 4th on the way. Claimed he just couldn't keep his hands off his mate and she was twice as sexy when pregnant. Roger just shook his head and laughed at him. To which he had been told you wait and see, once you find your mate, all you will want to do is bed the hell out of her. Roger couldn't help but like the man and he only talked respectfully about his mate.

Soon, more than thirty wolves were gathered around in human form, sitting or standing in the open area near the pack house. Steve stood in the middle, looking around at the strong, loyal faces that were waiting for him to speak. “Thank you all for coming so quickly,” Steve began, his voice firm and full of authority. "I wouldn’t call you here unless it was very important. I have some news, and we don’t have much time.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “ Someone very close has joined the rogues, he is no longer one of us, and he’s not alone. I have reason to believe he met with other rogue wolves, and they are planning something against me and possibly the rest of us.”

The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it," one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

During her disappearance, she made him weak and incapable of ruling—That was dangerous for all of us. The ruthless Rogue King who ruled with an iron fist couldn’t live without her. He was a shadow of himself and during that period he became weak, most of the packs that were terrified of him did as they wished. That was what gave Reginald the audacity to lift his head and drag me into this mess!

Damon has grown up with her, though he cares for her because she was his pack member but that didn't mean she would cross her limits. He didn't know when she changed so much. It was all fine until she started looking at him in a weird way. Everything changed when their pack was taken from them. He became stronger, gathered all his men and kept the pack together. Being a rogue wasn't easy and as he was late Alpha's only son. It was his duty to protect his people. As a rogue he has to battle against many other rogues and small packs. He became ruthless, cold, merciless. He became the lone King of the rogues.