Tails Rouge Novels & Stories

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

And five of our wolves behind him. Great. I stare at him. “You brought a parade.” He grimaces. “I tried not to.” “You failed.” “They didn’t give me a choice.” The wolves behind him look tense but respectful. Heads slightly bowed. Eyes sharp. I step back and let them in. The room feels smaller instantly. “What is this,” I ask. Jason rubs the back of his neck. “Intervention?” I glare. One of the senior wolves, Marta, steps forward. She’s older. Gray at the temples. Strong as hell.

Alex says walking up next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from the house and to him and Becca, who is clinging onto his arm. "See I told you he would be fine," Alex says, causing me to turn back towards the house, and see my mate standing there, and just by him standing there causes me to release a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding. After staring at him I notice the big and small gashes, on his arms and torso. I feel a nudge on my shoulder and look to see Owen with Dennis hanging on his arm, behind me and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods his head towards my mate, in a silent go to him, and I don't need to be told twice. I sprint to

"No. If it is a trap, I don't want you caught in it too." "That's exactly why I should come!" "Maya." I hugged her tight. "You're the only friend I have left. Please. Stay safe. If something happens to me, find my father. Tell him I tried." She was crying when I pulled away. "You better come back," she whispered. "I will." I didn't know if that was true. Rusty's Bar sat on the border between Pack territory and the Rogue-controlled parts of the city. Neutral ground, technically. But everyone knew the Rogues owned this place.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

"You need to learn to stay out of pack business." "It became my business the second you claimed this bond made me yours." I don't know where the bravery came from. Maybe stupidity. But the words were out before I could stop them. Kael reached my cabin. Climbed the two steps to the small porch. He was so close now. Close enough that I could see gold flecks swimming in his eyes. Could smell that pine and smoke scent that made my head spin. "I never claimed you," he said softly. Dangerously. "The bond did that. Not me."

He studied me for a moment, and I couldn't tell if he was surprised I didn't already know or if he'd expected this question. "Kieran Croft," he said. The name hit me like a physical blow. Kieran Croft. I knew that name. Everyone in the territories knew that name. It came with warnings and whispered stories and a reputation that made other Alphas nervous. Kieran Croft was the Rogue Alpha, the feared leader of Silverthorn, the man accused of betraying the coalition and standing outside the Alpha King's trust. He was the Alpha other packs avoided, the one parents used to scare their children into behaving, the one who operated by his own rules and didn't answer to anyone.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

Logan had physically torn Ruth from the rogue’s transport. She was breathing, though the brute's kick had left a jagged, dark bruise across her ribs. "Great Moon, you're alive! Brooke, I was so afraid I'd lost you to the mists." Ruth’s hands, though trembling, reached out to stroke my hair. When her eyes fell on the violent red welts blooming on my cheeks, she broke into a sob. "How did this darkness find you?"

Just when they thought it couldn't get any worse, Luka looked up to find one of the Rouges smiling evilly from above them. "You know the instruction we received was - If we can't get the kid, then kill," screeched the Rogue. Saying which he started stamping and kicking on Taylor's back to make him let go off the cliff. "RYAN" shouted Luka. His Alpha looked up alarmed. Ryan was in a midway climbing the cliff, and seeing the two of them hanging off the cliff, turned his blood cold. He tried to hasten his climb when the guy who was tormenting Taylor, flew off the cliff. Taylor looked up to find Aiden finishing off the rest of the rogues.