The Rogue Alpha And The Werewolf King Novels & Stories

Kenzo’s pack had arrived. Victoria had never known them, had only pieced together what of them she could, fragments of stories that came in whispered tones of the wolves who claimed no territory, would not obey any alpha but their own, who had been cast out from their birthing packs and survived by being something different altogether. They were ghosts. Shadows. Beasts they had created through betrayal, turned in to something that the rest of the world did not to name. And now they were here. For him.

I grab Alex’s hand and we fight back-to-back as all the wolves are coming at us. Sierra, Storm, and Aaron come running up and help clear the wolves. “Where are all these wolves coming from? It seems like they just keep coming.” Aaron asks. “I’m not sure do you see an Alpha? I cannot sense one.” I say. Everyone shakes their head and continue to fight, I’ve had enough of this, I’m pissed, who dares to attack the Kingdom. Someone knew just when to attack, this was planned, and we were being watched without knowing it. I grab a wolf by his neck and sink my claws into his neck.

Because I had him. Reagan. My mate. My home. My Alpha. And once again, I am Guinevere—daughter of the Crescent Howl pack. Luna of the United Bloodlines. The Rogue Alpha’s Bride. The End.

As soon as we arrive, we see the turned wolves of the town and guards doing their best to contain the seven rogues attacking them. These rogues don't look as haggard as the others do, meaning that they'd had plenty of nutrition. Their teeth gleam in the watery wintry light, and their dark fur clashes with the snow. Their ruby eyes glint, darting at the defending wolves hatefully. They nip and bite at them, snarling and growling. The town square is deserted by its usual crowd. I call in my Alpha King's ability to demand obedience, and it flows through my veins like a sugar rush, energizing me. I lung in front of the line of the defending wolves and bark.

She had been here for years, and there seemed to be no end in sight. "But who are these people?" she asked, "What do they want from us?" Leanda's lips quivered. "This is a werewolf world," Avi began, "And you must have met that man, he is Alarick, the alpha king," she went on. "Alarick," Leanda murmured and Avi shook her head in response. "That plump woman who seems to be in her late fifties is this pack's witch, her name is Morgana," Elana said and Leanda nodded.

“She is mostly after the same group of rogues we are patiently staying ready and on guard for. She has no information about them and obviously has no skill whatsoever. One more day in the forest and she might die. She has to live to avenge her pack that was stolen from her.” Mike scoffed in disbelief, throwing his hands in the air. “Is there something more to this that you aren't telling me?” Mike asked Luke. “Because that is a rogue in there, who could be a potential spy, and you are instructing us to give her princess treatments? It is like I am the only one who’s thinking here.” “Are you questioning my orders with me right now?” Luke gave Mike a stern look. “Are you perhaps the new alpha?

He bent down and picked up his clothes and started to get dressed himself. "That's the thing..." Connor said hesitantly, "There's no other Rogue packs out there. Godfried is he Alpha of the only one." "Since we're Rogues, no pack will take us in. No pleading with the Werewolf King will help." Winston said, his gaze stern as he approached Aiden. He didn't realize how tall and filled out Winston had gotten over the years. He stood toe to toe with him, "We came here because we want you to be our Alpha."

Somehow, these rogues are killing off my pack. The rogues fight my Alpha and the other wolves with a beautiful and brutal ferocity. They kill them savagely, ripping their throats with sharp claws and gnashing their teeth with murderous intent. Something is not right. Is magic fueling them? I shiver as I notice the powerful, rogue Alpha. He leaps into the air again, and in one move, lands on top of my Alpha. With a howl, he tears off his head. I stare at the body of my Alpha, slowly dying and bleeding out on the ground, until there is nothing left of him but a shell of a corpse.

The second slide followed immediately after the first one and the image showed a shattered Kevin being mocked by his friends and most of the pack members and the last slide made her furious. It was Logan, his brother seated on the table and being crowned Alpha. He didn't want Logan to be alpha. He had every reason to believe that he didn't deserve it. “This event can be prevented if you join me, join the league of rogues hoping to take the Werewolf world. You will have the powers that you so desire and can even re-write the hands of destiny” the Rogue King said yet again. Kevin looked up at the Rogue King closely, examining his honesty and he could say that it didn’t fault a bit.

The king declared and swept her off her feet, and took her away with him wherever. **************** A few days later, in a certain werewolves kingdom, The King of rogue Alphas stamped his feet against the floor for the tenth time. This is never going to happen. How is it that he wasn't aware of it till when it was all swept off? “Who told you that the King of the Alpha is having his mating ceremony tomorrow? And how sure are you that the she-wolf, his mate, was the legendary white wolf?” Rogue Alpha Jonas growled. He remembered the story of the white wolf, her death and her promise to return. She promised to return to destroy the rough pack and bring them all under her. She was an archenemy