Romans & histoires The Rogue Alpha And The Werewolf King

But just as Sarah stepped down the last stair, a deep rumble pulled her from her thoughts. "You are the one...the one who's mated to the alpha King." Out from the darkness, there came a man, a feral-looking, red-eyed man who's appearance and aura screamed 'ROGUE'. This man wasn't Damon, this was a rogue. Rogues...They were feral werewolves who had lost most of their sanity. All they did was kill, kill and kill. That's all. Werewolves have been trying to wipe them all out for a while now, but haven't succeeded. This man was one of them, one of those feral creatures who could kill her without even blinking.

The Alpha wanted to keep the prince until the time to kill him was right, weakening the werewolf king and then striking the royal palace while the iron was hot, so to speak. Unfortunately, for the Alpha, his plans had failed. Now his ambitions had turned to another wolf, an infatuation that was slowly driving him further insane than he already was. Lost in my thoughts as I wandered through the run-down stone castle to deliver my report to the rogue king, my alpha, my mind wandered back to four days after we had made an attack on the prince’s convoy. A couple of the rogues who had survived made it back to our castle. I had walked into the throne chamber where our Alpha and lord, the rogue Kin

I laid at one side, trying to regain my strength while they fought the rogues who were slowly backing away. The rogues began to retreat but Alpha Alvaro was swift to capture one. The beta shifted while the rogue was held in between the Alpha’s claws, he was roughly pressed to the ground. “Speak! What does the rogue king want!” Dhruv barked, staring intently at the rogue who was shivering in his small wolf form, he was nothing because the Alpha. Alpha Alvaro’s second hand began to draw his on his naked back, earning yells of agony.

When a wolf chooses to become a rogue, it is mostly because something bad has happened to them in their pack or they have lost their mate, gone crazy and left the pack. The rogues live alone. They don’t work with other wolves. But when they attacked our pack, they were working together. It was very odd. Since that night, our Alpha learned that there is a rogue wolf who has gathered other rogues to attack various packs. They call him the Rogue King. The attacks haven’t stopped since. They attacked our and other packs multiple times. On the night of the attack, rogues tried to kill our Alpha’s son. We were celebrating his 18th birthday and his first shift. He was supposed to start his training

Chapter 19: A Public Apology. Kael's POV. Gray fur loomed before me, growling. His eyes were glowing red. It was a menacing kind of glow. I saw his fury, ambition. It amplified mine. He was their leader. Whether a pack or a bunch of rogues like us, he was their leader. I could tell. But those eyes were not familiar ones. It wasn't RidgeHill pack, who had tried once before, and had left scathed. It was also not Darson, from Mountain Grove. It would have been fun. We had a couple scores to settle.

'You should find her. “I will.” 'You should apologize.' “Don’t push it.” 'You miss her.' I don’t respond. Because we both know the answer. I look at the wolves before me. Kneeling. Waiting. They don’t know it yet—but this is the start of something violent and holy. “You kneel as rogues,” I say, voice low, thunderous. “But rise as a pack.” They rise. And something shifts in the air. Heavy. Real. Tooth—scar-faced, half-mad, smarter than he looks—steps forward and asks, “What now, Alpha?”

“One day, five future alphas broke the rule and they were declared rogues. The Alpha king was to take their alpha powers on the next full moon night before they would be thrown out of their packs. However, these young alphas came up with a plan and ran out of their packs that very night. They went to the rogue fields and convinced as many rogues as they could to run away with them. Even though they were future alphas and had the potential of becoming alphas, a lot of rogues doubted that they could go any far before they would be caught. One can’t underestimate the power of the alpha king. So only few number of rogues left with them, about a total of one hundred or a hundred and ten. The jour

The battlefield quieted — not silent, but tense… like the ground itself was holding its breath. The Rogue Alpha tilted his head slightly. “So,” he rumbled, voice deep enough to vibrate through bone, “the Alpha King finally shows himself.” I rolled my shoulders once, feeling my wolf stretch beneath my skin. “You’ve been hiding behind smaller fights,” I said calmly. “I came to end the real one.” He laughed, a rough, ugly sound, and stepped forward. The ground trembled under his weight. He shifted first. Bones snapped loud enough to echo across the camp, muscles swelling as his wolf tore free, huge, scarred, monstrous. The remaining rogues howled behind him, feeding off his presence.