The Rogue King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

My heart begins to pound as I say a silent prayer that Sage can pick it up fast. “Lucius?” I call him but he pulls away, his hands dropping from my shoulder. “The person sent by Rogue King to infiltrate the Crescent Pack this time is the famous Gamma Suri.” Suddenly, everything made sense. The rogue king’s daughter-in-law?

he said with a smirk. “The end game was always to have Alex and Marly with me. I simply made some poor choices letting the family who switched birth with Aggie take Marly. She should have been treated as a Queen. My Queen,” the Rogue King stated. I felt my stomach get nauseous but managed to stop myself from vomiting.

Right? Those nightmares couldn't be his memories, right? *~*~* “So what do you know about this rogue pack?” Sage inquires, staring at Kieran, Cassian and Riven as they gather in Kieran's office. “From the information we received, it's not a mere rogue pack,” Riven answers. “Its territory is larger than Ashbourne and Bloodfang combined. It's said to be ruled by the Rogue King,” Sage frown. “The Rogue King?”

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

He was that man that would do anything for his money. So the Rogue King rounded up an army and put them on standby, and still called the Alpha King to inform him that their deal was off, and that he would be keeping Clara to and for himself. He made sure to sound suggestive and ambiguous so that the Alpha King was left feeling very triggered and angry. The rogue King knew that he had the Alpha King right where he wanted him. And to ensure that Clara never left his side, he immediately ordered that she be brought to live with the rogues in his building. Nothing was going to deny him of his meal ticket.

Right now, we need that sense of awe and surprise. If everyone thinks he’s dead, it will ruin George all that much more when Caleb makes his grand return. I’d still rather stay here, but I suppose a King’s return would be a sight worth seeing. “We need to speed up our timeline,” Tristan says, when the awestruck mood has mostly passed. “George has become emboldened in your absence. He is using planted bear-soldiers to keep the Alpha Council prisoner. He is using threats against their families and entourages to ensure they don’t stand in the way of him crowning himself king.”

And the rules of our pack. “We are rogues. That is the only way we run. By not showing fear. Because the minute you show a pack that they can defeat you. That is the minute you give them power. So no matter what, your face should be poised and graceful. Like you are incapable of a thing.” I walked and she stepped beside, nodding thoughtfully at my words. “They shouldn't be able to tell your capabilities by your words. You need to use the surprise act. Ambush them. And that is the easiest way to beat them.” She continued nodding as I went, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

“Are you awake?” As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes” “Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly. I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder” Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!

I said "Yes," he said. "She's bringing it to me." "She's not working for you," I said. "She's working for herself." "Of course she is," he said pleasantly. "The most useful people always are. Walk with me, Nerissa. Walk with me and tell me why the arrangement I'm offering is worse than the alternative." "What alternative?" I said. "The Rogue King didn't dissolve when the relay rogue dissolved," he said quietly. "He retreated into Veil Forest. He still has his ancient rogue force,he still has seven years of built capacity. And he knows the twins' development threshold because the relay

I will rely on your strength when we fight side-by-side in the arena, but you stay in your pack. Ronan reads my text, his thumb tracing the letters as a dark, dangerous rumble vibrates deep in his chest. He isn't angry that I rejected his offer—he's intoxicated by it. Most rogue wolves would kill to have a True Alpha surrender his army for them, but I refused to use his power as a crutch. He sends back: 'What a pity, my fierce little rogue. But don't worry. No matter which battlefield you take, I will always have your back. You said we'll have plenty of opportunities to collide in the future—don't try to run when I catch you in the dark.'