The Murder Of Valentina Rogue Novels & Stories

Yes, there was still a sad and lonely little girl hidden deep inside me. I had tried to destroy that part of myself, but just like my wolf, she was not ready to give up on that dream. We were all pathetic, and at this point I was not even sure I did not have multiple personalities. Needing something to take my mind away from those thoughts, I spoke. “I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.”

“Depends on the day.” Then there was Tariq Dumas, a demolitions expert with a philosophy degree and a tendency to quote Nietzsche while blowing things up. “Echo Protocol, huh?” he said. “Sounds like something from a sci-fi nightmare. Count me in.” And finally—Valentina Russo, former mafia princess turned rogue. Her red hair burned like fire in the sun. “I owe Lazarus a few scars,” she told Sophia, her voice thick with vengeance. “Glad to collect.” Sophia looked at Rafael. “This is your team?”

he muttered, trying to push himself up. “Then you’re not healing right.” Valentina was gone. Like a ghost in the night. Slipped past his guards. Slipped past the cameras. She had this planned. And we walked right into it. Diego’s men came rushing in seconds later, shouting orders into radios, scanning the halls for her. But I knew she wouldn’t be caught. Not yet. Valentina didn’t strike unless she already had a way out. She probably had someone waiting in a car. Or maybe she knew a hidden passage. Hell, she probably flirted with one of the guards and got a copy of the key.

"I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere." Hours later, as the sun began to peek over the Blue Moon mountains, the room was filled with a new sound. A sharp, healthy cry. The midwife handed a small, swaddled bundle to Ros. I watched, tears blurring my vision, as the strongest man I knew—the Rogue who had survived the harshest winters and the bloodiest fights—trembled as he held his daughter. She had a tuft of dark hair and, when she finally opened her eyes for a split second, they were a clear, piercing hazelnut.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

’I will survive..’ I thought, the words a silent scream in my head. ’I have to. For them. For revenge!!’ But how? The ropes were tight, the stones impossibly heavy. The river looked like a monster waiting to swallow me whole. “Alright,” Valerius said, stepping closer. He crouched down in front of me, his face inches from mine. His breath smelled stale, like old blood. “Any last words, little traitor? Any pleas for mercy? Though, I assure you, none will be granted.”

The alpha turned his attention back to me and I nodded. “I, Alison, Queen of the Rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, accept you, Spenser, as my mate.” I grinned when he rolled his eyes at my titles. He was basically unranked at the moment! The alpha looked at him. “I, Spenser, accept you, Alison, Queen of the rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, as my mate.” Spenser winked, making me fight off laughter that was threatening to bubble out.

She kicked the third rogue straight in the center of his chest, sending him flying backward. The first assassin tried to lunge at her again, his blade slicing through the empty air. I intercepted him easily, grabbing his weapon hand and twisting his wrist until the metal dropped. "I have this one," I muttered, slamming my elbow right into his nose with a wet crunch. He groaned loudly, his knees buckling beneath his weight as he collapsed into the dirt. The third rogue was already scrambling back up, coughing violently from Valerie's heavy kick. "Don't let him run," Valerie called out, her eyes flashing a bright silver in the dark.

He doesn’t want anyone to know about it, let alone the whole pack “Clearly, the engagement needs to be broken,” Violet continues. “Not just broken though. She didn’t just betray you, she did it with a rouge. She betrayed the whole pack. That’s one of the most traitorous things she could do. “She needs to be punished for that. They both do. The rouge needs to be hunted down and killed. Rachel needs to be killed as well.” Silence falls over the pack, all of which have congregated around us to hear if these ridiculous rumors are true. They all stare at me. I’m so new, and now I’ve become an outsider. A betrayer.

Leo fired a shot; Valentina had already moved, forcing Mara aside and drawing out her own revolver. One pointed a gun at me. Time slows down. She seemed to be tightening her finger on the trigger. Sense the weight of everything collapsing. She had meant to murder me. My own mother meant to kill me. And suddenly there came a gunshot. However, it was not Valentina's. She wobbled. Blood blossomed all over her cloak. I turned; Leo was there with his rifle still raised. His expression is incomprehensible. Valentina laughed gently and dropped on her knees.