The Rogue Alpha's Bride Novels & Stories

' he howled. 'I'm sorry, Alpha' the rogue replied, her palms on her red cheeks. 'It was presumptuous of me!' 'Yes, it was', Alpha Dick replied. 'Now, where were we?' he asked with a leering smile at me that made me want to slap it out of his face. I looked at him in disgust and shook my head. 'You were going to make me leave without further obstruction', I replied and the rogue Alpha laughed maliciously. 'You are spirited', he said. 'I like that in my women. And since you want it rough, I shall oblige you. But if you come with me like an obedient little pup, I shall treat you well! The choice is yours!'

"You ditched me on the day of your pack induction ceremony. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? I came to ask—are you still joining, or what?" I could bet my life that Kent would turn around and leave without hesitation if I said no. "Of course, I'm joining!" My goal had been to settle unfinished business with the rogues. Kent stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. "You hear that, psycho? This beautiful she-wolf is about to become family." The tension thickened. Another voice cut through the air as a fight was about to break out. Alpha King Andrew Amadeus of the Crimson Fangs Pack had arrived. His warriors seized Anthony, tying him up before he could resist.

Swallowing the scream I want to let out, I watch the rouge stroke his member in front of me, drooling insatiably at the bare sight of my body and way he wants to defile it. My heart rattles off in my chest. "Please, don't do this," I plead, begging once more like it could help. I watch Olivera struggle on the ground, looking at me like he wants to help but is unable to get up and come to my side. I cry helplessly, actually wishing I could be in Olivera's protective grasp. "Don't touch her," the rogue Alpha snarls. "I'll rip your fucking throat out!" The rogue only laughs, still stroking himself wildly while staring me down. He reaches for me, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me against his

“Alpha, please tell me you won’t accept that rogue in our pack. Rogues are incredibly tricky and insolent beings. They will stab us in the back faster than crows in the river do.” Hearing the old parable made Alpha Jake feel a slight worry. However, he was also the leader of this pack and knew better than to act rashly. “Rest assured, Elder Augustine, before that happens, we will have to see if she’s really fit to be one of us,” he said. The elder let out a dissatisfied low breath. “A drought is coming. How about we consider taking a bride for one of the Alpha Princes from that pack across the lake as Sana Azalea said?”

I will be just another woman in his quarter, just another captive existing to please the Rogue Alpha. T. B. C!

the priest asked. "I do," Zion replied. "And do you, Martina, take Zion to be your lawful husband?" I tried to speak, but it felt as if something heavy were lodged in my throat, preventing any words from escaping. However, when I glanced at Fiona and saw her menacing expression, I managed to say, "I do." "By the power vested in me by God and man, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest declared. The thought of his aged lips touching mine made me feel nauseous, but I had no choice but to endure this and get it over with. I tightly shut my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable. To my surprise, his lips landed on my cheek instead of my lips.

Ros took a ritual obsidian blade, nicking his thumb and then mine. "I, Ros Miller, Rogue of the Shadowed Woods, claim you, Lexi Marron, as my Mate, my Alpha, and my Soul." His voice was a deep, resonant growl that echoed off the stone walls. "I, Lexi Marron, Alpha of the Blue Moon, claim you, Ros Miller, as my Mate, my King, and my Heart." As we pressed our bleeding thumbs together, a shockwave of power rolled through the hall. The mate bond didn't just snap; it roared. Ros pulled me into him, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that told every Alpha in the room exactly who I belonged to.

I froze with even more dread on seeing who it was. Rhys. I’d heard stories of him. The Rogue Alpha. The one who was rumored to rule the borderlands with his own law. He was drop-dead gorgeous as the tales read, almost as much as he was scary. Looked like he emerged right from the front page of a horror story, and he was the hottest villain in the book. “You’re in my boundary,” He spoke flatly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Give me one reason not to kill you right now.”

But she just smiled at me excitedly, like she was happy explaining things to me. "That was an intake to the pack. The group that showed up last night were rogues who were beaten and banished by the previous Alpha. They regained their strength and skills and came back to fight him but then they realized they stood no chance. And decided to rejoin the pack to be with their families. " "You aren't worried about betrayal? Or them trying to kill you for leading their pack? " Aaron asked. "No, I told them right from the start that any type of betrayal to me or my people or anyone in this pack will not be taken lightly. Meaning they will die. " My jaw dropped and Aaron just nodded.