The Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

It echoed unnaturally, bouncing off the cavern walls. She stopped, scanning the darkness. “Show yourself!” The rogue stepped forward, his golden eyes gleaming. He carried Clara like a trophy, her limp body hanging from his claws. “I knew you’d come,” he said, dropping Clara unceremoniously to the ground. Annabel’s growl rumbled low. “Let her go.” The rogue laughed. “Let her go? She’s already mine. Just like the rest of them will be.” Annabel moved fast, her claws slashing at the rogue’s face. He sidestepped easily, catching her wrist and twisting it painfully.

“Considering the original rebellion happened so long ago, how does one become a Rogue? Is it solely by bloodline, or something else?” Rose shifted, settling in to think. “The foundation of my Rogue status traces back to my grandparents; they were indeed part of those initial ‘rebels,’ though I confess I possess very little knowledge regarding that era’s politics,” she explained. “My mother was categorized as a Second, a term we used much like your traditional pack utilizes generational distinctions.” She paused, offering the final, crucial detail: “My mother conceived a child fathered by one of this very pack’s soldiers. However, she maintained absolute secrecy regarding the pregnancy and un

I wondered as I heard the Rogue mutter curses and unlock the door for me. “I want no trouble now, yah hear?” She glared at me when she said it, huffing and letting me inside. She had tufted white hair and gaudy pyrite earrings, dressed up elegantly as she lead me to the back of her house. The large space for this building had been converted into an extremely open space living area. Some places even looked like a museum with artfully arranged historical pieces and weapons. I paused when something caught my eye the closer we got to the back though; the case just out of sight from the door and making my heart quicken. “The fuck?” I whispered, my heart racing.

139 They sat down across from each other. Even while sitting, Rhayghar appeared huge. Vera couldn't help but slip her hands around his arm and pull it in her lap. She titled her head to rest it on his arms and inhaled deeply. "You know I am the Rogue Huntress, the renowned she-wolf who's taken the responsibility of the world in her own hands. It wasn't planned, though." Her lips upturned in memories as she narrated how it all started.

Her limp matched the throb in my knee because I had taken the impact through the bond without realizing. In the hallway, she stopped. “You checked me to prove a point. Happy now?” “You scored on me yesterday,” I said. “Had to even it.” Her laugh was sharp. “This isn’t a dick measuring contest, Zane.” “No. It’s survival. Rogue blood is coming and you need to be unbreakable.” She went still. “What do you know about rogues?” “More than you.” I stepped closer. “My mother’s one. Or was. Pack whispers say that she’s back.”

Every eye turned to her as she descended, barefoot, the hem of her gown brushing the ground. “Rose,” I said softly with a smile as I admired her glowing beauty. The rogues stiffened in uncertainty. Some who recognized her hissed her old name; others bowed without knowing why. She stopped beside me, her hand brushing mine and that single touch steadied me more than anything else. “Who is Rose?” One Rogue asked, suspicion cutting through her voice. “That is Mia, one of us!” Rose turned to her with quiet authority. “Rose is the name I carried before the world turned me rogue.”

My wolf howled louder inside me, my hands shaking, not from fear but from the unbearable urge to rip her throat out. Behind me, my mother sobbed, her frail body trembling as she clutched her torn scarf. The neighbors leaned closer, whispering. One of them, an old man, muttered, “That red-haired lady is fearless, I am sure she doesn’t know who she’s talking to.” But I didn’t care, my soul was burning. I wasn’t just Amira anymore. I wasn’t the weak omega who could be tossed aside like dirt. I was Mia Henss, the Rogue Luna Heiress.

Rose’s heart was broken, and she didn't give a fuck what she looked like now. The circle murmured. “That was the first time I have even seen a rogue,” she sobbed. “We have never had them here in Stonehaven, but the one that got away, I saw Brittany talking with him; she gave him money. “She has lost her mind,” said Brittany. “I would never…” Rose looked straight at her cousin and knew Brittany had arranged every piece. The rogues. The notes. The convenient story. She had wanted the future alpha and the girl who stood in her way both gone. Only one had died.

“We don't know.” “Give it to me.” He handed Kael a sealed letter. Kael broke the seal. He read it. His expression changed. “What does it say?” I asked. He didn't answer. “Kael.” He handed me the letter. I read the words. My stomach dropped. The attack had not been carried out by a pack. It had been ordered by someone calling herself— **The Rogue Queen.** I looked at Kael. “Who is the Rogue Queen?” His eyes met mine.