The Innocent Rogue They Locked Away Novels & Stories

"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.

~Cain~ I was undeterred, I signaled at the warriors to secure the area. I turned back to the captive rogue, his eyes narrowing. I moved closer to him and whispered in his ears, “Your defiance will only lead to more suffering. Now, tell me why you're here.” The rogue leader hesitated, but the imminent threat of the pack warriors did not change anything. He looks loyal to whoever his master might be. “Secure them. Take the rogue leader and the others to the underground cells. We need answers.” I said.

Ian Joh said. Took a while before Derrick responded, "okay." Soon, Donna appeared. "One of rogues confessed you sent them to kidnap the kids and I believe them," Derrick said. "What! Marshall... You don't even trust me? Why would I do such a thing? What offence has the kids committed against me? Can you bring this rogue and let him say it to my face?" She asked confidently. "Bring the rogue who confessed over," Derrick and Alessio left quickly. He soon came back with the five rogues that were still alive. All other rogues soldiers were dead.

Dramon called out through the mindlink. “Yes I am, just got a minor distraction. Fill me in.” “The thing is that the new prisoners we have were once a part of the rogue lunatic's camp. They seem to know a whole lot and are made to confess.” “What! That is crazy, why are they now imprisoned?” “They tried to run and were even successful at first. They claimed that no one bribed them but the state of the camp was bad. One just lost his mate from excessive bleeding right now.” “Why can't I hear any howls?”

"We're running out of time. Everything in the vault are already in the bags. If we don't leave now, the police are going to do a breech. You know how Magnus doesn't like rogues on the news. If the police don't kill us, he definitely will." "Choose a couple of hostages we can use as a shield and leave these fuckers here. It's night already so we have enough cover. Let's go," said Rogue Nine. He was actually a good-looking fellow and didn't smell as bad as the others. I'd let them leave, but they were going to take hostages. No can do.

he growled, his voice dark and scary as shit. In an instant, he was gone. Luis went to get Jasmine while Jalen, Rashaad, Akira, and Noah went with me to the dungeon. By the time we grabbed some clothes and followed him, he was already in the cell with the rogue. We dared not go in after him, so we all just watched from the clear window. The rogue was naked and chained to the floor by the silver collar on his neck. Flashes of being held captive in Dad's basement resurfaced, and I had to take deep breaths to steady myself.

The place was still empty enough for me to watch the scene from afar. It was an older woman, one I didn't recognize that no doubt hailed from Connors pack. She was glaring at a figure on the floor. I gasped as I saw the person. It was a young girl, no less than 13 who was on the floor with a small pink bag strewn across from her. “Please calm down.” An older man — a Rogue — stepped out, reaching for the girl's bag as he looked at the woman. “Why should I?” The woman — at least in her 60s — spat out, pointing her finger at an evidently scared girl.

Their intention was to lock her hope until hopefully she can die. “I can’t believe you’ve been playing me all this time.” I whispered as I sighed in pain. My eyes went to the other letter that was sealed which was from the same location. I read the letters carefully until I stood up from my chair. I ran, hitting my knee on the table as I cursed in pain but kept on moving. We are sorry to inform you that your patient, Rogue has escaped the facility after murdering thirty men including the warden. We ask that you be cautious and request protection if you suspect your life in danger.

I could finally understand why they called it a Hold and not a Camp. — ‘cause it was the combination of so many camps. Tents and shelters were scattered around and a thousand bodies could be seen trailing the grounds at once. Threatening number! The interrogator Rogue— we’ll call him Decayed-Mouth now. So, Decayed-mouth had let go of me so I was free to run back to Andrea and the others. “Andrea.” “My Queen.” I fell into her familiar bosom. “That Old Rogue almost murdered me with his breath,” I said to her after we broke up the hug but then Daniel interrupted us.

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.