Novel & Cerita The Rogue Alpha And The Werewolf King

I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Annie gave a slight nod, confirming it. My stomach twisted. Everyone knew about Shadowclaw Pack. It was infamous for being the most ruthless pack, ruled by an Alpha who was feared across all the lands—Alpha Ronan. Stories about his brutality, his strength, and his lack of mercy were told in every pack. My heart sank as the realization hit me. My mate, the man who had marked me and locked me in the dungeon, was none other than Alpha Ronan. The shock made my knees weak, and I felt like I might collapse.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

He comes at night and takes out his blood thirst on packs and burns them to the ground. Rael didn’t know what to make of it. He thought perhaps it was just another story made to scare pups into staying close to home, but then again, packs started disappearing; small ones first, then larger ones. No survivors, no bodies, it’s just ash and silence. Rumor has it that he conquers those packs to expand his territory, and all those who refuse to bow to his rule pay the price with their lives. Some say the Rogue King has no wolf. Others say his wolf is the thing that kills. There’s even talk that he can command the minds of others and turn Alphas against their own pack with just a stare.

One is the Werewolf King, The Prince and the Duke. Alpha Sandro was stomped, and his heart beat faster in fear, knowing full well that the mere appearance of this smoke bomb is an indication that the Royal Pack got a whiff of his pack's dealings. With the evidence of human children laid bare on the sight and the private transactions being conducted, and human witnesses, his pack will face an annihilation from the Royal Pack.

Somehow, he was able to fight his way to the top to become the Alpha among the rogues. As Rogue Alpha, he caused mayhem and destruction. I had a difficult time casting charms strong enough to withstand his onslaught. I was beginning to feel as if all hope was lost until the prophesy was spoken. The Alpha among the Rogues will die by the hands of a celestial wolf born of a priestess and an Alpha. That day when the prophesy was heard was they day I had discovered I was pregnant.

"Alpha please...I didn't mean to. It was a mistake, a thought that should've never popped up in my head. Your father...y-your father he..." Xavier growl, the sound so threatening that even Celia felt intimidated. "Alpha I swear, it won't ever happen again...spare m—" Xavier didn't listen for much longer, his teeth sunk right into Alex's neck, blood running wild on the earth again. Beneath him, the man cried out, teeth clenching as he proceeded to speak. "It'd be...It'd be better for me n-not to d-die pitiful...I'll tell y-you what you a-are k-k-king." His breaths weren't shallow, they were deep and desperate, almost like he was fighting to breathe, fighting to speak. "You're just like her, g

"You see Alpha Troy, when the moon goddess had her first pup, you know what she said to her? Well she said that someday, he will grow up and become a force to reckon with. Today, every single werewolf out there is a descendant of the first wolf. You have enjoyed your reign as Alpha King but you see, I am an opportunist and once I see a free opportunity, I grab it wholeheartedly" Alpha Troy was still struggling to move out of the force that held him back but he couldn't.

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

Alpha Robin nodded and agreed with Alpha Edward, "Exactly, until whenever Rogue King Alex's pack will be our problem, not for territory but for werewolf life. They would be careful, though, because Rogue King Alex would not make a move without a reason. He was intelligent. Meanwhile, far away from the Silverhide Alliance meeting. Rogue King Alex is standing on a cliff. He roared as the night wind blew his thick black hair like his thick wolf fur. His eyes, glistening despite their pitch-black colour, looked down at the small towns below, illuminated by the dim light of the full moon above him. Rogue King Alex called out to one of his men without turning around. Then, a man as stocky as he wa

The Alpha King stepped through the door, dark coat billowing behind him, his presence swallowing the room. Without a word, he grabbed one rogue by the throat, lifted him clean off the ground, and slammed him against the counter. The second tried to flee—he didn’t make it far. The Alpha King's hand wrapped around his neck, dragging him back like a child caught mid-theft. Throwing him into the counter next to the other rogue. His eyes snapped to the last rogue—the one Celeste had kicked. That one tried to run too. But he didn’t get far. With a low growl that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, the Alpha King dropped both rogues and stalked forward. “You touched what wasn’t yours,”