The Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

I say, but as I climb to my feet I hear a grunt and glance over my shoulder to see Val in a brawl with a rogue almost twice her size. “Val, your blind spot!” I cry as I see a rogue stalk from the trees towards her back. I run to her but I can tell I won’t be quick enough. Her gun is on the ground, forgotten, and the knife at her belt will be useless if she doesn’t pull it free quickly. “You’re knife, Val!” I scream. “I’ve got this!” Val yells, her eyes wild as she takes her eyes off the rogue to glare at me, causing her guard to come down enough that the rogue towering over her lifts her up by the neck of her jacket and hurls her against the nearest tree.

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.

I did my best to come across as a sheltered but curious young female, even going so far as to bat my eyelashes. “Alas, little wolf, we roam only around the Nightfall Forest. The Moon Maidens would never allow such frivolity to come between them and their Goddess, and let’s just say that the Alpha King of the Silver Crescent doesn’t take kindly to rogues,” Sawyer explained in an amused tone. Internally, I relaxed. If the Rogue King had never visited the capitol, then there was no way he could recognize me. I was safe. “Are you really a rogue?” I blurted out, my curiosity getting the best of me. I had never seen a rogue up close before, but I had imagined that they would be scruffy, dirty, and

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Viera orders the rogues. Grinning the rogues close in further. I’m trapped, taking down 15 rogues is impossible even if Madeline were here. But I’m not going down without a fight, I promise myself. The first rogue reaches out and I swipe him with my claws. He pulls back but I’ve angered him, “You’ll regret this….” He comes for me again, the others creating a barrier. It’s him and me. I might be able to beat him but then there’s 14 rogues left and Viera. I push the thought down. Kill this one first and then see what happens.

She had to have it no matter what. And make Moonclaw pay for what they did to the Conoron family. She quickly into a long, black gown that hugged her tightly. She tied a scarf around her neck and applied black lipstick and eyeliner. Yesterday hadn’t gone how she envisioned. Keira had escaped, taken Callum, and left Asher’s corpse behind, it was a humiliating defeat for Rogue Island. But she wasn’t done. She never was. She would rebuild, regroup, and strike when Moonclaw least expected it.

“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’ve heard rumors of her in the border towns. They say she built a free territory in the neutral lands, a sanctuary for unaligned wolves and exiled packs." "Her real name is Clara," Kaelen said, his voice quiet as he stepped closer to the map. "She was the Beta of the Redfang Pack before Silas wiped out her bloodline three years ago. If she’s moving troops into the Blackwood Valley, she isn’t invading our territory. She’s striking at the Crown’s supply chain." "Or she’s securing the border to claim it for herself," Lord Thorne cautioned, resting his hand on the pommel of his broadsword. "A rogue army of three hundred wolves sitting right on our perimeter isn't a gift, Alpha. It’s a wild car

"You should know it, even if you don't like it." "Say it." "The pack she's building — it's not going unnoticed. Not by us, not yet, but word travels. Rogues talk to other rogues. If she keeps taking in strays the way she's taking them in, it won't stay quiet two states over forever. Other Alphas are going to hear there's a woman building something out there that doesn't answer to anyone, and some of them aren't going to be as patient as you're trying to learn to be."

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”