The Rogue Is A Female Alpha Novels & Stories

He frowned at what the alpha was asking. “You are too old for her, she is only eighteen this year.” Larry rejected. The alpha glared at him then looked back at Anita. The Crescent mood alpha cleared his throat and conversation ceased. “Everyone good evening once again, standing here next to me is a new alpha, alpha Anita Rosewood of the Rogue pack.” Introduced the alpha and all the alpha’s around were shocked to hear that she was an alpha.

However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene. Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werewolves. Everyone knew this. He knew this. He knew that a little number of them, just a few number…not up to 10 lived in Bookehurt. There were rampant in other towns such as Konnekut, Tyrex, Jyord, but not Bookehurt. Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise that the happening of the days before kept Jimmy awake.

“Treason? I am the victim here!” “You speak like a traitor. Like your father.” “I speak the truth!” “Your truth, no one believes it,” he growled. I felt my breath falter. He stepped forward again. “You’ve dishonored yourself. You’ve accused me—your alpha heir. You’ve spoken against the pack. You’ve proven that the blood of a traitor is thicker than the water in you.” Tears were streaming down my face while my whole body was shaking. “I just wanted to be loved,” I murmured. “I just wanted to be a part of things.” But he didn’t flinch.

I needed Mikhail to see that I was more than the breeder he had tried to cage me into. I was Rosanne Domino, Alpha of the rogues. And a blood mage. Mikhail watched with interest. I could smell his excitement from where he sat. My wolf huffed, angry at the way he tried to influence us with his powers. This felt like a game to her, trying to show him just how much power she has gained over the years. “I am the Alpha of the rogues, and you are on my throne,” I said in a cold voice. The silence in the room was deafening. Mikhail’s eyes widened slightly as he noticed the wild red look in my eyes.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

But she just smiled at me excitedly, like she was happy explaining things to me. "That was an intake to the pack. The group that showed up last night were rogues who were beaten and banished by the previous Alpha. They regained their strength and skills and came back to fight him but then they realized they stood no chance. And decided to rejoin the pack to be with their families. " "You aren't worried about betrayal? Or them trying to kill you for leading their pack? " Aaron asked. "No, I told them right from the start that any type of betrayal to me or my people or anyone in this pack will not be taken lightly. Meaning they will die. " My jaw dropped and Aaron just nodded.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I took in their ragged appearances, the hunger in their eyes, I was surrounded. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” One of the rogues snarled, circling me like a predator stalking its prey. “Alpha’s little mate, alone in the woods, and forgotten.” I tried to back away but the first rogue still had me in his grasp. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I'll go, just let me go, please.” The rogues laughed, a cold, heartless sound that sent chills down her spine. “You're not going anywhere Luna,” the leader said, stepping closer. “You’re worth more to us than you think”

Because I had him. Reagan. My mate. My home. My Alpha. And once again, I am Guinevere—daughter of the Crescent Howl pack. Luna of the United Bloodlines. The Rogue Alpha’s Bride. The End.

Yet now, here, with blood pooling in the stone at her feet, Kenzo beside her, her mother looking on with that same inscrutable smirk, and the High Council’s enforcers pouring through the doors with a singular goal— to kill the rogue alpha that had taken something that wasn’t his — Victoria didn’t know whether she believed in fate or not, but that had become irrelevant, because it had found her, and it was two feet away with a knife at her throat. Kenzo’s breathing was steady and controlled, too calm for a man who was seconds away from being executed, and when he shifted slightly, his body angling in front of hers just enough to keep her from their sight, she knew, without a doubt, that he wa

someone else chipped in. “You!” Masooma yelled as I turned to her. “Come with me” she added as she rushed into the palace. I stood frozen on the spot before I rushed after her. My head was spinning as I rushed in after her. I couldn’t believe that Jonathan had gotten injured, he was strong and smart and I knew that. I also knew he was a good fighter and I couldn’t believe that he had gotten injured, he was supposed to be the Alpha of the pack and the king and he had gotten injured.