The Rogue Alpha's Bride Novels & Stories

They were going to sell me and do horrible things to me, but the rogue alpha stopped them. Alpha Craig, or the rogue Alpha as he is now known by, stopped my captors. They had brought me to him to show off how they could snatch pretty she-wolves from packs to help the rogue males have pups. They wanted me to be a breeder, but Creig stopped them. He took me under his wing and took care of me.

Until now. Her gaze dropped to the woman in my arms. Then it sharpened. “You brought someone,” she said slowly. “A woman.” I didn’t answer, I knew that it wouldn’t change the fact. She stepped closer, eyes narrowing as she inhaled. I felt it the second she caught the scent, Alpha blood, unmistakable, old and powerful. Then the confusion. The edge. “And she’s a rogue,” my mother added. “She is an Alpha born rogue.” Silence stretched.

Maddox snarls, his voice rough and bitter. The words hit like a strike across my spine. "No." That can’t be right. But there's something familiar about this, something in the way the rogue touches her, the way he looks at her. I’ve heard of it before, old stories, whispers passed between packs. Rogues being led by a powerful female. It’s rare, so rare no one believes it anymore. And if it's true... she isn’t who we thought she was. That kind of Alpha isn’t born in a pack. She’s rogue-born.

“Where is she?” The rogue with the torn ear stepped closer, his fur bristling. “She is with him.” My voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “With who?” The rogue’s lips curled back. “The Shadow Alpha.” Everything inside me went still. “I don’t know that name,” I said, steadying my voice even though my mind raced. “You will,” the rogue rasped. “He waits for you.” I didn’t wait for more. I lunged. The world turned into claws, snarls, ripping fur, broken bones. I tore through the first rogue so fast his body hit the ground before the others even reacted. The second tried to circle me...he didn’t make it more than two steps. The third tried to run.

“I didn’t know how else to get her out of that house.” “The boss was clear when he said he wanted her unharmed,” the first rogue muttered. “I’m going to tell him I had nothing to do with this.” “Fine,” the second rogue said through his teeth; their voices sounded as if they swallowed glass, and it gave me a shiver down my spine. “But we need to hurry and get her over the border before the Alpha comes and finds his precious little wife.” “You don’t honestly think he gives a shirt about her, do you? She’s wolfless,” the first rogue practically laughed. “The most powerful and strongest Alpha in the world isn’t going to come for a wolfless female.”

However, Alpha's expression conveyed annoyance at the suggestion. The rogue's voice boomed through the room, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Over my dead body!" he exclaimed, interjecting just as Killan was about to unleash his fury upon his Third-in-Command. Alpha Killan looked after the rogue again. The Alpha's gaze was devoid of any emotion. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched towards the rogue. The creature turned its head towards him, and he gently scratched its neck with the Alpha's razor-sharp claws. With a pained cry, the rogue let out a yelp.

“No need to be so hostile. I am the Alpha, after all.” When he takes a step towards me, I back away but he grabs my arm, pulling me closer, “Do you think just because you’re Adam’s Luna, I can’t still have you? I can kill that little bastard - I just need to give him incentive to attack me in public and then I can execute him. And the mate of a traitor is fair game. But I won’t be kind to you.” He grabs my jaw in a painful hold, “I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Nobody has ever defied me like this before. I’m going to make an example out of you -”

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.

The large rogue lifts his head, howling loud to signify his kill as he bares his teeth down. He misses, and I blink my eyes and come to a stop. A pain erupts up my spine as I watch Alpha Wade in horror. He lays protectively over Robin and the other wolf. Turning slowly to face the rogue, who has his jaw clamped on Alpha’s spine at the nape of his neck. After noticing the Alpha is experiencing no pain, he backs away slowly, realizing he has made a huge mistake. Blood trickles down the back of my neck as I put up my mental block. Alpha Wade does not need my pain. He needs to hone in and focus on the rogue before him.