The Rogue Alpha's Bride Novels & Stories

Her husband? Her boss and her husband are both Alphas, which is what they mean. Do these rogues know their relationship with the two Alphas so that whichever Alpha they mean, they will still be involved? "Not now, bro," Rogue said in front of Sarena. He pinched Sarena's cheek while grinning. "We have to detain her first for that d*mn Alpha. He definitely won't pay if the goods are defective or damaged!" "That means if Alpha doesn't want to pay, we can enjoy her first before we sell her later," said Rogue behind Sarena.

The word tasted like ash. “She was the first rogue I ever met who didn’t flinch when I spoke her name. I admired her strength, and I thought I could save her from him, but I failed because of the rogue conflict and tradition bound with every Alpha here. I hope you are safe with him and don't end up like Lena. I believe you are the cure. I really hope…” Her lips parted, but no words came. I stepped closer, stopping just short of her. “You don’t have to fear me, Rose. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.”

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.

I didn’t want pity from the Rogue Alpha or anyone else. “Well, well.” I turned and found Clover standing at the top of the stairs, her expression somewhere between smug and pleased. She must have been listening or waiting for this exact moment. “The Rogue Alpha,” she said, descending the stairs with slow, deliberate steps. “Father really outdid himself this time. Not a loving mate or a respected Alpha, but a feared rogue no decent woman would choose willingly.” She expected me to feel ashamed or defensive. I could see it in the way she smiled, waiting for me to crumble.

But when I got close, something flickered in his eyes. Regret? Guilt? Restraint? It didn’t matter anymore. Our hands met. A silver thread wrapped around our wrists—light, yet it burned like it knew the truth of us. The priestess began her chant, ancient words that should’ve meant something. To me, they sounded like chains being forged. “Under moonlight, by blood and vow, Alpha and Luna are joined…” Then it was my turn to answer. But the past struck first. --- Flashback Rain drenched the clearing. I was soaked, shaking. My heart—barely holding itself together.

Creed was getting unstable as the rogues plunged on him once again, he tried to jerk them off, but his strength was withering. Their leader took the opportunity and charged toward the alpha who was still held down by the rogues, and sliced the alpha on his back with the sword. The rogues left the alpha who was wiggling on the ground as the leader took a second cut on his back, this time, he went unconscious. The leader was too scared to get close to the alpha, and he believed he must be dead. He nodded at the rogues as the moon fade away. They fled into the dark as the alpha changed back to a human, unclad while facing the ground and still unconscious.

They were the ones who had supplied her with the heavy sedative and the fake mating pheromones. "You're late, woman," the taller rogue said, stepping out from the shadows. He had a nasty scar across his lip and smelled of cheap tobacco and sweat. "I was busy making sure our plan went smoothly," Melissa said, crossing her arms and looking down her nose at them. "The Alpha completely fell for it. The girl and his brother are locked in the dungeon as we speak. You did your job, now take your remaining gold and leave my territory." She tossed a small velvet pouch onto a rotting wooden table between them. The scar-faced rogue picked it up, opened it, and poured the gold coins into his rough palm.

Filthy bastards with half-shifts and scarred-up bodies watched us like we were prey. Let them look. Let them try. I was Alpha. And they’d feel it in their bones before I even spoke. A tall rogue with a stitched-up face stepped in our path. “You lost, Alpha?” he sneered. “This ain’t your land.” I smiled without humor. “It is now.” He started to open his mouth again, but Kiera stepped forward, her voice hard. “We’re looking for someone.” The rogue tilted his head, amused. I wasn’t.