Steve Rogers Mpreg Novels & Stories

Roger is a good friend of Grace they know each other, then how can he. What fuck is going on? Where is my Grace? Please God let her be safe? " Explain! " I said fisting my hand. " Roger lied to you all. He lied to Grace and befriend her so he can get her. " " But, why he did that? Does his family also involve Mafia just like Josh? " Ian asked. " He himself is Mafia.... Roger's full name is Roger McOwen. The only son of Boris McOwen. " Boris's son? But he said..

She furrowed her brows, looking confused, but after taking a closer look she finally realized who the man was. She could already tell by the power and confidence he exuded that the man was Marcus, the youngest son of the alpha from the MoonHunter pack. She smiled slyly as moved closer. "You actually came. Veronica from the middle forest. How have things been going these days in your pack? I heard a lot about you as you're portrayed to be the brave daughter…" he paused as his eyes went down to her stomach and she could feel the chill that ran down her spine. She belatedly realized that she was pregnant. Thus he could clearly see the small bump on her stomach.

He was holding back tears. “Everybody… they'll be so happy. You'll be so happy. Don't you want that? Don't you want to come back?” His words and voice tugged at my heartstrings. Of course, I wanted to come back. But it wasn't that easy. I looked up at him. “You of all people know that it won't be easy, not everyone will accept me, not after seeing my state,” I said factually. “What do you mean?” “You were already disgusted and aggressive the moment you saw that they were rogues. You of all people know how the pack hates rogues, not to mention. You know as well as I do the stigma I'll face once I get there.”

I heard their roars and threw one of the rogues towards Aiden as he shifted and swiped his paw on the rogue’s neck and dislocated his head before he even touched the ground. Damn, my man is sexy as fuck when he goes all Alpha. ‘Show me later,’ Aiden said. Even now, he is listening to my thoughts and still protecting my sister and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rodrigo. He is fighting two rogues. He has shifted, and it’s the first time I've seen his shadow maw. He isn’t as big as I am, though. One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife.

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

Steve exclaimed “Yes, tell me!” Dr martins said curiously. “Well luck because I’m married to the richest woman ever…she provides everything that I need and even more!” He shouted, laughing. “You should be grateful!" Dr martins said. “Yeah…why not, and I have a son, a happy home!” Steve continued. Dr Martins knew Steve was lying, just trying to feed his ego but he’ll continue to mind his business because after all, it’s Steve’s life not his.

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.

I thought I was destined to be alone forever, the life of a Sigma. “Wow!” he said when he saw me enter. “You look beautiful!” I smiled at him. He must be blind, I am nothing to look at, and these clothes are basic at best. Still better than the rags of a Sigma, the rags he is used to seeing me in. My blonde hair is still short, but slowly growing in. It was time for my monthly cut before I left. All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty.