The Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

the apparent leader says. “What do you want rogue?” I ask him. “You know what we want, and it is only a matter of time before you hand her over,” the rogue replies. “And why would I do that?” I ask him. “She is the prize. Giving us her, will bring peace back to your Pack,” he says ominously. “I will not give up my mate,” I say to him. Losing Jenna is not an option for me. I cannot lose her. She means too much to me. “She was never meant to be yours,” the rogue says. “The Moon Goddess would suggest otherwise,” I say to him. “There are prices to be paid that even the Moon Goddess cannot understand,” he says before he turns to leave.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

He trailed off and the room that was quiet before became even quieter. Celia became frozen in anticipation, anxiety killing her. She could feel the sweat as it rolled slowly down her forehead and surprise floated throughout her body when her scent greeted her from a distance... The mask was wearing off, she had to get out of here, but not now, not yet, she had to see, she had to know... Xavier was suppose to be hers, he was suppose to choose only her, he was... Tears blurred her vision, and she took a shaky step back when Kail looked over at her. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening in recognition as he whispered. “A rogue...you’re a rogue.”

She had curly golden brown hair and arched her brow. “Oh my! Her mate cheated on her. So sad for you, Rogue.” Sarah barked a laugh. The corner of her mouth twitched before she avoided my gaze. “She can't fight with us. There's nothing special to her.” “Yeah, of course! What's good to an outcast daughter of the Alpha? She might be adopted.” “I heard her mother have an affair with a rogue. That's why it's Hailey who always gets the favor. She's my favorite one.”

Tania asked sarcastically. Beth looked confused. “Know what?” “She is a rogue,” said Tania. “The Rogue who suddenly came to Silvercrest and begged for mercy from all the pack members there.” “With pity, she also stole Hayley’s fiancé,” continued Kenzie. “And with that body, she managed to participate in this training,” Hayley hissed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she fucked with Godrick so she could join the training.” Beth looked surprised to hear that. She looked at Ciara with disbelieving eyes. “You… you are a rogue?”

If my scent does not give away, the tattoo does. "And who is this with you?" She asks again, her eyes landing on Marissa. Marissa shrinks under the gaze of my mother, prompting me to hold her hand tighter. She is not a Rogue but she is more scared of her life than a Rogue does. As a matter of fact, A rogue is the most fierce in a way. They don't care if they are about to be dead but still do whatever the fuck they want. Alright. Maybe becoming a Rogue if Alonso and I are stripped of our titles may not be a bad thing.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Rowan never feared. And then she stepped into the moonlight. A tall woman, draped in dark leathers that glimmered faintly as though they were stitched from shadows themselves. Her long silver hair rippled like liquid metal, her eyes burning with an unnatural golden fire. The air seemed to bow around her, the forest itself shuddering under her presence. Serenya. The Rogue Queen. Whispers from my childhood stories clawed up my spine. She had once ruled wolves beyond borders, raised armies that reduced packs to ash. Banished, gone, nothing but a nightmare we told to pups. But she was here and stronger than ever.