The Rogue King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

Alpha King sighed and put his arms on the table and asked, "What do you think about the interrogation?" My first thought was, "That rogue told most of the story correctly. We already know that the rogue king is building an army to fight. We don't know what his motivations are. Secondly, he doesn't want to fight with you. So there must be someone like your status, because the rogue king is gathering more and more people. Killing small packs of Alpha and making them rogue after they killed their Alpha."

Upon hearing this, Ariel and I had wanted to kill him, too. There hasn’t been any real trouble. Other than the occasional rogue breech at the borders, the Rogue King made a truce with Logan promising that the rogues under his rule wouldn’t cause us any trouble, and he has been true to his word. This is surprising coming from a Rogue that is said to have no honour and to be a brutal savage.

Darius’s expression changed then, just a little and something flickered in his eyes and he looked around once and then nodded at his men. “Spread out.” The warriors obeyed immediately and they moved farther from us and then I stared at him and my heart rang. Darius then looked at me for a long second and then finally said, “The Rogue King does not hunt. He commands.” The words landed hard and I blinked. “What?” He kept his eyes on mine. “He is not like normal rogues, he does not run through forests biting and killing for scraps, he controls them, he builds them, he uses them.”

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Evelyn said with a serious expression. “And why is that?” I folded my arms, suddenly feeling offended. “Because if you did. You'd be dead, Princess.” Hugo responded and my folded arms slowly loosened and dropped on my lap. “What are you talking about?” “The King’s wolf is rumored to be the Rogue King.” That made me gasp, I covered my mouth with my palm and horror filled my eyes. “He is the Rogue King?” I asked and Hugo quickly shook his head.

A second rogue whispered, eyes darting wildly, “Isn’t that… isn’t that the Alpha of Rogues?” Those words. The weight of that title crashed into the clearing like thunder. Alpha of Rogues. The one wolves whispered about at night, when they thought no one was listening. A wolf with no pack-blood right to leadership, but who had fought for it, killed for it, earned it through brutality alone. Feared by the council. Hated by the purebloods. Respected by no one, but dreaded by everyone. A war-forged, battle-scarred king among monsters.

The reminder of last night sent heat through me, the way she'd felt in my arms, the sounds she'd made, how badly I'd wanted. I pushed the thought away, we were taking this slow, even if my wolf was currently suggesting several very not slow ideas. "Come on," I said, tugging her hand gently, "Let's walk." We moved through the compound together, hand in hand. I saw heads turn, heard whispers, felt the weight of curious stares. I didn't care. For five years, I'd been the Rogue King, an exile, the man building an army for revenge, cold, distant and alone.

Ravana asked as she grinned at me, she looked so pleased with herself probably thinking she won, or she had me where she wanted me. I knew the man’s name was Kyle by the way he looked at Kyle and I knew he was the rogue's king. Rogues were mindless wolves who had lost their humility and were forced to live outside the pack, I am surprised to see many of them in the same spot like this. And looking at this man, everything here seems suspicious. “Oh she will get what she deserves, we have no use for her,” he responded as he looked down at me. “Why not give her to the boys to have their way with her,” Ravana suggested, and it was a stranger glaring at someone with the same face as mind.

Moon Goddess gives him strength. The rogue wasn't looking hurtful rather he was frowning. Maybe at my sister's act. "Why are you still standing there? Are you happy after ruining my life?" I was about to say something in my defense when dad showed me his palm. A gesture solely for me to stop talking. "The party ends here. I'm thankful you all came here." As everyone was leaving I saw the rogue stealing a glance at me. His green eyes bored into mine and his chiseled jaw made a roll. I averted my eyes away from him.

she asks and my eyes dart. “I suppose….” Sophie stops everything she is doing and stares at me, “You like her, don’t you?” I gasp, shaking my head quickly, “I barely know her, Sophie. How could I like her?” “You just could, Madden. I know father says love isn’t for royals…but I don’t believe him. Look at other provinces.” She is right- other kingdoms have actual royal couples. I am the first to request a surrogate. “I know, Sophie, but I think father is right; it’s too messy.”