The Innocent Rogue They Locked Away Novels & Stories

There was definitely something strange about this woman. Of course that wasn’t Braxton’s main problem as he dragged her out of the water to lay on the rocky edge beside him. There was no getting out of this now; the guards had seen him and he doubted they would stop, especially while she was still free. Whatever the woman was running from was atrocious, he could tell that just by looking at her, but he knew better than to ask any direct questions about it. Even he wasn’t that insensitive.

My thoughts would always flutter back to him again, thinking about what would have happened if I had fought him instead of calling a bluff. Maybe I'd have finished college by now. Be somewhere else. My brother made me a rogue, but at least I found my family among other rogues. I thought everything was a mistake and maybe I was cursed, but what if everything that happened to me led me to Sera? Maybe all the pain would be worth it then. I released a deep sigh, scraping the pocket knife along the wood. Little tan shavings clung to my sweatpants and bare chest as the cube started to take shape. What it was turning into…I still didn't know. Maybe it was a turtle…or a bird. Maybe a tree?

Liam said as he bowed to the Alpha. “Go Liam, you're off duty till tomorrow. Get with Felix. He has a new guard rotation. You will be training our new recruit,” Alpha Doug said. “Sir, Yes Sir,” Liam said before standing back up and winking at me before he backed out of the office, leaving me with the Alpha. “So you are the Rogue that somehow managed to acquire 2 decent-looking bitches? How did you manage that son?” Alpha asked.

I had no problem navigating my way through the dark nights. I knew the moment I crossed my pack’s border I'd become a rogue, unclaimed, unwanted, erased. A name no one spoke. A life no one protected. Out there, the law was simple: rogues are threats. Kill on sight. No questions. I, an alpha female. The daughter of an alpha reduced to nothing more than prey.

I saw him and Alpha King came to me and said, "I need to leave." I nodded at him and looked into the interrogation room. The rogue was bruised everywhere. His left ear was bleeding and he appeared very weak. He looks like he is suffering from severe pain. The guards made the rogue sit on the chair in the middle of the room. A headlight was on above the chair. Alpha King and Beta May entered the interrogation room. Beta May asked the rogue, "Who are you?" The rogue looked at Beta with dull eyes and replied, "Connor." Beta May asked, "Connor, how do you become a rogue?"

Another suspicious person. " Wait... What!?" He nodded, rubbing his arms. " He's a werewolf. We found out about it when he was still young and took him under our custody. We've been monitoring him ever since. But he just recently escaped and he's very dangerous. We need to get him back immediately." The scars on him say otherwise, I thought to myself. He looks like he's been tortured. And he's pretty sweet to me too. But of course, I wouldn't let him know that.

The guards roughly dragged me outside, holding me by the arms with a punishing grip. "Tana!" I heard my mother's voice from close by. I turned to look at her as she ran towards me. I noticed the onlookers gathering around to witness the scene. I heard murmurs from close by. "Tana, what's going on? Why are they holding you?" My mother inquired as she neared. I could hear the fear in her voice as she asked. I knew she was scared, wondering what had occurred before this outcome. "Philip… he…" my voice broke as I tried to make a coherent word. It just hurts, thinking about everything that has conspired to this moment. How do I tell my mother that her only daughter was going to be exiled from the

Sam shushed him. Their attention was drawn to two bad guys who were sitting at a table nearby. Their voices were louder than the rest of the noise in the bar. It seemed like the best way to learn something useful would be to listen in on their conversation. As Sam and Bradley subtly moved closer, they caught snippets of the rogues' conversation. The first rogue, his voice smug and self-assured, boasted about the assignment he and his companion had recently undertaken. "We've got Hawk's daughter locked up tight," the rogue bragged, a twisted sense of pride lacing his words. "He's paying us a small fortune to keep her under wraps."

I moved quickly, slipping past them and into the small room where they gathered. The atmosphere inside was thick with the scent of sweat and soap, reminding me of my life back at home. I leaned against the wall, listening, my heart pounding in my chest. “They caught a Rogue,” one of the women whispered. “He’s locked up now. They’ll get answers soon.” My heart skipped. A Rogue. That could be my chance. He might know something, anything about my brother, Aaren. I couldn’t just stand there. I had to act.

"More rogues? What do they want this time?" "We don't know yet," Caleb replied. "But we captured one alive." I stood up instantly. "Where is he now?" "In the holding cells," Caleb said. "I figured you'd want to handle the interrogation yourself." I nodded. This was exactly the kind of distraction I needed. The matter of Rachel and her dress - and whatever it meant - could wait. For now, I had a pack to protect. **** The holding cells were damp, cold, and reeked of blood and sweat. The rogue was bound to a chair in the center of the dimly lit room, his wrists and ankles secured with silver chains that burned against his skin.