Romans & histoires The Innocent Rogue They Locked Away

The guards around us start moving immediately, "You are all under arrest. Since you've surrendered, I suppose this will be no issue. You will stay in a cell until I get in contact with those omegas and figure out what’s really been happening.” The rogue who’s been silent this whole time turns to the wolves and says something very softly, making them shift right then. In just a few seconds, the big wolves turn into very naked men. I try my best to avoid looking at their dicks as they all lift their hands in rendition. I have a thousand questions, but I’m also very glad this didn’t end in bloodshed. I’m glad they’re peaceful, even if I don’t understand what they want from me. "I'll see you soo

Sage chuckled, "You did yours." Aurora didn't spare him her time again and moved away from where she was standing pretending to talk to the rogues. Just about time, a van drove into the pack building and the remaining seven rogues were pushed into the boot of the van with chains clutched over their bodies even though they had been injected with wolfsbane.

Outside, the distant shouts of alpha warriors echo through the courtyard. “The rogue is gone!” a voice yells from the yard. “Lock down the perimeter! Check the gates! Nobody leaves the territory!” Pierre has discovered the empty bed. “Great,” I mutter, my fingers digging into the kid’s sleeve as I pull him toward the back door. “We’re stuck together, the whole pack is on lockdown, and I have to smuggle a fugitive back into the room they just locked me in. This is peak fiction logic.” “We’re going back up the sheets?” the kid asks, his voice incredulous as I drag him out into the freezing night air, dodging the first sweep of a guard’s torch.

"But given how stubborn your people are, we figured we'd need a little incentive. That's where you come in." Shit. If that was true, then I'd already seen this scene in my dreams. Summerton might be walking into the same fate as BlueMont if I didn't get out of here fast. "You're not thinking of escaping, are you?" the rogue said with a chuckle. "These bars are reinforced with magic. And we've got plenty of guards outside. You won't get far dragging two civilians with you. So why not just perish the thought?" Something about his confidence itched at me. Since when did rogues have the tech and magic to build a place like this? Reinforced cells, actual strategic planning? No, this wasn't rogue

Rogues were notorious for playing games and I wasn’t in the mood for games at this moment, but I knew if it had to deal with Quinn, I needed to humor this rogue, by speaking to him. Bypassing my office, I headed straight towards the basement where our holding cells were, in hopes whatever information this rogue had, it will be more useful than what he had given me earlier. As soon as the rogue saw me, he instantly began to plead with me, “I didn’t know that Derrick and Joey were dead. If I would have known you killed them, I would have told you more, but I was in fear of my life from them knowing I told you more information.”

He then combed her hair with his fingers. "Sorry. But I must leave now. Let's settle this later, my little fire." He whispered sweetly. "Ah. I love your milk." He chuckled and then left completely, leaving her in extreme embarrassment. Blade's screamed like a madman in an asylum. Lorcan didn't come back for five days in a row. Some of the groups' key members also left. However, it doesn't mean that the security has gotten weak because of their disappearance. The security doubled. The warden was using an advanced weapon and they were incarcerated in the so-called silver jail. Even touching the bars weakened them.

, it was more like he was searching deep into my soul. Being in this cage had taken a huge toll on him, I could tell that but that seems to affect him much , he still looked as powerful as told, maybe that was the reason my father put him here all alone. The Rogue Alpha walked away from the window and then approached me,he had a hint of amusement on his face. When he got to where I was he stopped and then placed both his hands on the cage. “You shouldn’t be here princess” the Worlds came out of his mouth and it sounded more like a warning.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

ROGUE She hadn't locked the door. He'd heard it — or rather, hadn't heard it. The heavy click of the metal thing that kept him out, the sound that had haunted him every night since he'd found her. Tonight, it never came. She'd closed the door. But she hadn't locked it. He lay in his spot at the edge of the clearing, head on his paws, and turned this over in his mind. It meant something. Something important. She was choosing to let him close, choosing to trust that he wouldn't break through the barrier she'd left unlocked.

My wolf was still whispering and pushing at me to go after Ryder. I told her to shut up. He'd made it clear that the bond didn't matter. I was property and a message, nothing more. I looked around the room. It was bare but clean. The window showed the courtyard below. Rogues were still moving around. Training and living their lives. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. "Food," a rough voice called from the other side. The lock clicked and the door opened. A different rogue stood there, holding a tray. He was younger than the one who'd dragged me through the courtyard. Maybe mid-twenties.