The Innocent Rogue They Locked Away Novels & Stories

little Cinthia asks me with her head bowed. "Yes, little one," I say, standing from my spot. I begin to move towards Emmett's office just as Clint's voice breaks into our mind. Clint- Alpha, the rogue from the failed kidnapping, is awake. Alpha- ( growls ) on my way. I sprint to the cells at the back of the packhouse. I open the cellar-like door and enter our underground prison area. It is far too nice for filthy murders, in my opinion. I spot the rogue in the first cell. I open the door, not caring about the silver enough to get gloves. I throw him towards the torture room. Clint grabs him and drags him to the chair.

I winced in pain, and he sighed, "Come with me." Before I could even protest, he basically dragged me to the interrogating room. Alpha and Luna were already nowhere in sight. Maybe they are checking the perimeters alongside other wolves. Only me, Khalid, and the last rogue were here. He went out to grab some first-aid kits. Told me to stay here and keep an eye on the rogue. The rogue was chained with silver cuffs and shackles. Stenching with wolf's bane was the only proof needed to signify he was forced to drink one. He lifted his head, and a disturbing smile was plastered on his face.

“If you need me, I’ll be doing the job you recommend I not do.” My office three doors down was quiet as a lie not yet told. I closed it, pressed my forehead to the glass, and cleared the fog with my sleeve. The lock clicked. Garron dragged a man through the door by the jacket. Rogue hit his knees; cuffs bit his wrists. One gold canine. He smelled of damp earth and bad choices. “Caught him at the levee,” Garron said. “Talking to a woman with Iron Fang marks. Says he’s freelance.” Freelance is what cowards call loyalty they can’t afford.

She even rolled her eyes when one of the guards pushed her into the chair. “Still think she’s innocent?” Zane murmured beside me. “Let’s wait,” I said quietly. Inside the room, the rogue was chained, half-beaten but still alive. He hadn’t said much since yesterday, but today I wanted to see if Paige would slip up. I’d told the guards to act like they were interrogating him again while I watched her reactions. “Talk,” one of the guards barked at the rogue. He laughed weakly. “I already told you. We don’t know anything.”

Nina “Three… Two… One!” On the count of one, Matt and I yanked the supply closet doors open. The rogue leaped out, but Enzo was ready in his wolf form, and tackled it to the ground. In a flash, Tiffany ran to the rogue’s side and jabbed the needle into its neck. The rogue shrieked and wriggled harder against Enzo’s weight. Matt and I shot each other wary looks, but Tiffany seemed enthusiastic about her antidote.

“He was meant to be released to attack you.” I close my eyes for a second and let the memory replay properly. The rogue had been captured earlier that day, half mad, foam at his mouth, his eyes wild. We were supposed to transport him back to Blackridge prison. I remember walking across the clearing, hearing one of the younger warriors shout. I had turned just in time to see the rogue break free and lunge. “He attacked Bren,” I say slowly. “He went for Bren first.” “I ran to save him,” my jaw tightening. “I shoved Bren aside and the rogue turned on me instead.”

They are not moving and have not moved since we entered the building. The rogue opens the cell door and kicks me into the cell not giving me time to get up. I tried to take my backpack with me, but he snags it before I can take it into the safety of the cell with me. “I do not think so, sweet rogue. This is gonna stay with me,” he replies as he slams the cell door closed.

He has a neutral opinion, favoring no one's opinion. "It seems you missed Ms. Everhart's brief identity outlined in the presentation materials. Ms. Everhart is a prisoner of the rogues, then a sentence on page five explains that at the time Ms. Everhart was about to escape for the eighth time, the rogue pack's guard was slightly loosened. There is a possibility that Alpha Rogue was up to something by doing that." Zacharias' conjecture silenced everyone's opinions for a while.

He's quiet so long I don't think he's going to respond, when he clears his throat saying, "You're on the Crimson Shadow Pack lands." My head whips back to where he's sitting as I intake a big gulp of air, my eyes going wide. These are the rogue pack lands. I try to recall everything I learned about rogues and pause when I remember where the lands are located, but there's no way I could be where I think I am. "Are we in Oregon?" I say hesitantly, not totally sure I want the answer. "Yes." Is all he says shifting in his chair and I am struck with the sudden thought that he seems nervous.

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j