The Murder Of Valentina Rogue Novels & Stories

He fixed his gaze upon the rogue, who, with a hint of reluctance, revealed yet another clandestine truth. The rogue's words were but a mere whisper, lost in the stillness of the night. Yet, unbeknownst to him, the Alpha's keen senses had caught wind of his treacherous mutterings. In a swift and deadly motion, the Alpha buried his razor-sharp claws deep into the rogue's chest, silencing him forever. It was a brutal end, as Killan's nails squeezed the very life from the rogue's heart.

We were ready to pass on judgement to him and the rest of the rogues he and his Isabella-lookalike ‘mate’ had gathered, but it seemed like he was content doing it himself. In a matter of days after the Rogue and Red eclipse pack left alongside Isabella, Leo and his sister, the deed was done. The last image I had of him were his sightless eyes and limp body. He was so far from the man I knew and looking at him, it cemented in my mind that he was dead long before he'd stopped breathing. Not the death he deserved, but a death nonetheless. He was buried in an unmarked place in the far side of the forest at the border of our territory without a proper funeral, prayer or burial rite. He was treate

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound. Blinking back the tears, I tried to ignore the rogue's face. She was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was so scared because she knew she was going to die. The desperate look in her eyes as she stared at me the same moment my father killed her. Jolting up from sleep, I found myself reeling from the nightmare I'd had a thousand times before. Except for this time, it seemed much worse. Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on.

Hearing her break down like that made my own stomach twist in knots, and I was entirely done with watching her life fall apart. The busy city blurred past my windshield as I drummed my fingers quickly against the leather steering wheel, the engine humming low and steady beneath my feet. As I waited for her reaction, I thought about the absolute disaster Valentina had gotten dragged into over the last few days. A gorgeous penthouse burned completely to the ground. A tragic, dead ex-girlfriend case showing up in all the wrong ways. A creepy deepfake video that made her look guilty as hell. A psycho ex-boyfriend named Harold pulling all the secret strings from the dark. And now, she was being a

I lifted my gun to Mason’s head and pulled the trigger. No second thoughts. No compassion. If you mess with me once, there might be some kindness, but if you try again, you won’t survive. Blood splattered across the white wall behind him as the gun went off, startling the birds in the trees nearby. "That was quite a performance," Valentina said with a smile as she clapped slowly. She turned and went back inside, showing no concern. I left Dante and Vix to handle the body and followed her. "You killed his daughter? " Valentina asked as she changed into jeans and a T-shirt.