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“Or else what? It doesn't seem like you are in a position to demand anything, I'm the queen here, you are to respect my rule and kneel before me like a dog you are.” “You've wasted the last chance I gave you.” Rogue replied, his hand extended out and a huge wave of gravity suppressed Lilianith and her guards to the floor, heavy enough not to kill them. His killing intent was rolling off him like waves, he was ready to kill all of them. “A dog you say? You should know your place when you are in the presence of nobility, repeat after me, I'm your God.” Rogue said finally standing up, his eyes turning into that of a demon.

the rogue growled, stepping back from Kendra, as his eyes flashed red. His combat stance didn’t intimidate Kendra. The brunette smirked slyly at the rogue. “I see you have heard of me,” she muttered casually, extracting one of the knives from her pants. The rogue's eyes shifted nervously to the sharp blade. Every Rogue knows about the huntress. The brunette before him is infamous. Infamous for killing his kind. “What do you want?” He demanded, pushing his voice to a high pitch to mask his fear. No rogue has had the better side of the huntress. They always meet their doom, and he is not looking to die tonight.

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

She must have seen something that I can't. As the dinner goes on, I get to talk a little with everyone. They are from all over the country. All different ages, some only sixteen, some older than my grandma, with very different backstories. "Do rogues have ranks?" I ask Damon quietly. "Not as packs do, but yes. Depending on what lineage they had before becoming rogues or what lineage their families had, they have different ranks of power. Ben there would be considered an Omega, while Katherina comes from a long line of Betas." He explains and I'm surprised to see a beta become a rogue. It's usually the lower ranks or the warriors that run away from battle.

I smirked, staring into her eyes. “Plus, if killing you was the case, I would be sure to make it slower and nicer for you.” She froze in her seat, her breathing louder than normal. “Oh child, you can never be capable of killing anything, much less a wolf like me. I may be a rogue, but I am also an omega…” her emphasis was heavy on her old title. My words must’ve bruised her ego; she is a wolf, after all. “Was an omega” i correct.

I ask ignoring his statement. “I want your mate,” he replies confidently. I look at him and burst out laughing, “She is not interested,” I reply. He smirks. “She will be if she knows what is good for her,” he taunts. “Are you threatening my mate?” I ask stepping closer to the rogue. “It is a promise. She will want to come with me; I can help her,” he says as he stands taller. “She does not need your help. She is perfect as she is,” I reply. “Agreed she is beautiful, but she could be stronger. She could have a strong wolf. Answers would be given to her as to why she was chosen,” the Rogue says.

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

“The weakest of them, sent to measure you. To measure her.” Lilith. The name hung unspoken, but I felt it crawl across my skin. “She knows now,” the rogue continued, stepping closer though a dozen arrows aimed at his chest. “She saw the way you bent the shadows. And she will not make the same mistake twice.” The mark seared. My knees almost buckled under the sudden weight of it. For an instant, the world spun, and I heard her laughter, closer than ever. The rogue’s voice cut through it. “She does not raise an army for conquest. She raises it for you.”

That was why I had to get rid of them. I was meant to become queen. I was the granddaughter of the great Rogue queen. It was my destiny to rule and my cousin’s bride stole it from me. I was convinced she had placed my family under some kind of spell, but I had been watching her for days and there was no sign that she was doing magic.

"No, I've never heard of him." Hailey's hand moved to her necklace, a symbol of her past. Her mother had not been mad, and her father was real—was. Is. Confusion and pain swirled in her head, threatening to overwhelm her. Gripping the dagger, she hurled it at the rogue's feet. "Do me a favor and cut a lock of your hair for me." The rogue smiled slightly. "Of course. I'll never forget what you did for me. If you ever change your mind and visit Rise, know that you have a place to call home."