The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue Novels & Stories

I ask, and Jariah sighs. “He has always had his hands in the rogues in one way or another, from what I understand. I wasn’t born a rogue. I was once set to be an alpha until my destiny went up in flames. When I found the encampment of rogues, there was no leadership, just people cohabitating and existing. There is more than one rogue group out there, Mad Alpha.” “I am well aware.” I sigh, remembering the rogues who were chasing me and the viciousness in their eyes.

Nakura yelled into the microphone and the excited growls of the bidders filled the hall again as they began bidding. In between the crowd stood Alpha Nathan, alpha of the southpaw pack. He had come to the auction when he heard they were auctioning sex slaves, but he wasn't there to bid for one. He was only there to watch the beta's, Alphas and wolves of high calibres try to outbid each other for a sex slave. To him, it was nothing more than display of wealth. "10 million dollars." He heard someone say. "15 million." He heard another.

Cassa asked. “I don’t have any details about her or what she looks like. Just that she’s a beta,” I replied. “He might’ve confused her with you.” “Surely,” she nodded. “But he’s not a rogue, right? Can an Alpha even be a rogue with his pack?” She raised her camera in my direction. “It’s not unheard of, but that’s not our problem to sort out. We can’t let a rogue exist,” I said. “What are you up to?”

The tallest one, with shaggy black hair and eyes that glinted, grinned at Lucas as though he has been waiting for this confrontation. “Well, well,” the rogue drawled, tapping a chipped glass against the table. “Look who decided to crawl out of hiding. One of the Alpha twins.” The second rogue, shorter but broader in the shoulders, leaned forward and spat on the ground. “You should’ve stayed in the shadows, pup. This room doesn’t welcome your kind.” The third rogue chuckled low. “Maybe he thinks he’s a hero. Maybe he thinks he’s got claws sharp enough to stand against us.” His laughter cracked into something cruel. “How pathetic.”

Darius “The rogue is awake Alpha” Christopher said head bowed and I waved him off “I’ll be right down” I said. Everything was all wrong. Rogue attacks had tripled over the past three years, everything was a mess. The tragedy from the number of people that had lost their lives yesterday was still thick in the air. This wasn’t what I thought being Alpha would look like. And with each passing attack, I could feel the people looking down on me even more.

Josh muttered, quickening his steps to follow. He heard it before he saw it—the snap of twigs, the foul, gut-wrenching stench. Rogues. This was their zone. He knew it. Alpha Vikron had mentioned it during a pack hunt, shortly after pairing them. Eyes glinted in the dark—sharp, bloodthirsty—as the rogues circled Melinda. “Mother!” Josh growled, his body exploding into his lycan form as he lunged forward. Melinda had shifted too, her heightened senses sweeping over the encroaching rogues.

Something more than routine summons had brought him here. "My apologies for disturbing you, Miss Terra." Derek ran a hand through his cropped hair, seeming uncharacteristically agitated. "But your...assistance...is required rather urgently." I tensed, chest constricting. Given the unspoken tension since my violent outburst, only one dire situation would warrant my direct aid. "What happened? Where is he?" Fear made my words snap out tersely. Derek's craggy features softened somewhat in pity. "The Alpha is resting securely in his quarters and his life in no immediate peril. But he was set upon by a rogue wolf in the southern forests at dawn. He has wounds..."

Damn it, it's not like I have a choice and I sure as hell wouldn't serve myself and Hannah on a silver platter to this damned rogue. I picked up Hannah without breaking eye contact with the rogue. "There's no need. We're going back." I said without trying hard not to sound in fear, but I was already trembling on my knees and my heart was beating fast. I took a step back. "Why are you going back so soon? Stay here, let's play, and I'll make you some dinner." Dinner?! As if! I know me and my sister will be your dinner, you crazy fuck! My tensed jack clenched in nervousness, "Our Alpha is looking for us."

From the entrance, shadows spilled inward. Three figures emerged—drenched in ash, eyes glowing blood-red. Rogues. But not ordinary ones. These were Banished Alphas. Wolves stripped of their packs, their honor, their sanity. The crowd screamed. Steel scraped stone as warriors unsheathed blades, surrounding the throne. But the lead rogue didn’t flinch. His eyes locked on Elara. “I smelled the mate bond ignite,” he growled. “And I’ve come for her.” Elara’s breath caught.

he said, looking all over the room, “ The crowd started murmuring. I just wrapped my arms around myself. “The rogues will regroup,” Alpha Thomas continued. “They always do. They didn’t come with all of their men this time. But they’ll come back stronger. And we must be ready when they do. There will be no mistakes next time.” The words settled over me immediately. My stomach twisted nervously, and then I noticed the triplets standing together near the back. Roman’s face was expressionless, Axel held his injured arm stiffly at his side, and Zade’s face had that same hard look he always wore when he was deep in thought.