The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

“I am Elliot, the one wolf called the rogue king, the male, the man you love father killed his father. I am a man who would bring the sin of a father against his child, his third and fourth generation. A man without boundaries, without ties, yet filled with vengeance. I take what I want and no one will stop me from taking what I want and now I want you and I must get you.” My blood went cold, I was doomed if he was the rogue king that I had heard about then I was doomed. He was dark and I heard he killed any girl that refused him. I have heard all terrible stories about him and never for once have ever imagined I would meet him and he would be claiming me as his bride. “You want me? Why me?”

Younger than Piper, maybe, or close to it, wiry in the way wolves get when they haven't eaten regularly in a while, and there's a smell on him I recognize immediately because I used to carry a version of it myself — fear, old and constant, the kind that becomes part of a person's scent instead of a passing thing. "Let him breathe," I tell Wells, and she does, though she doesn't step back, doesn't lower her guard, just gives him enough room to talk instead of choke. "Who are you," Renata asks, flat, already between the boy and any direction he might think to run. "Nobody. Nobody important. I heard—" He stops, swallows, tries again. "I heard there's a place two states over that takes in rogues

Embarrassed, I shook my head, pulling away from his hold. I turned to him, trying to look as stern as possible. " Aren't we a little too close?" I asked but my voice didn't come out as harsh as I had intended. It sounded breathless. His eyes darkened as he leaned towards me before glowing. I tried to speak but no words would come out. Flustered, the only thing I could do was stare at him as he put me under his spell. Lately, I've been finding myself drawn to him and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. My gaze left his eyes, dropping to his pointed nose and then… his lips. petal-soft have soft but firm lips. My eyes caught his stubble and my fingers itched to run themselves o

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Their new position made it easier to look into his eyes while her upper body struggled with being close to his body. “You are not lying.” She found it odd. “This is really your first time?” “Why would I lie about that?” He seemed confused. “If I have had sexual encounters before, I would say it. As I said, you are my mate. You are the only one I am meant to make love to.” He was starting to sound too good to be true. “Wait…” Her head tilted to the side. “You said you used to be an Alpha King.” Rose was yet to fully believe all that. “Did you not have a queen or something like that? Did you rule by yourself?”

“You all should say something else because that tale is as old as time. Just one slave and suddenly, I am a bad guy?” I watched the blank look on Blaise. Not bothered by it. He has always had that look when I talk to him about Noura and me. “Let's get this over with.” I cleared my throat. “We got an Intel yesterday on the Rogues.” I brought out a brown envelope from the drawer. I tossed it towards Blaise. “The Rogue King?” Blaise looked at me, confusion oblivious in his eyes as he stared at the open note. “Yes,” I said. They have a new king now and he's no other than Scarface. The Scarface every coward fears."

Pain shot through my body, “Help! Someone help me up! Get a healer too! Oh no...my baby...” My voice echoed through the hall, but no one came. That's when a voice thundered from the entrance, shouting at me. “Move aside! Make way for King Valtor North. King of all Rogues and ruler of Nytheris" The name made my stomach drop. My heart pounded as several figures approached until they stopped before me. I lifted my gaze and froze. The Rogue King stood before me. Beside him stood a woman draped in regal finery, every inch a queen.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I didn't mean to be rude but interrupting your special day and staining the dress of your beautiful bride. It's just that it's been a while since I saw you. Jackson Will Smith. The bravest and fastest. They've praised you rather frequently for being known as a rogue that made his own pack. You're notorious to us, just as we're to you." He asked with a scornful look. He shifted his gaze to mine and smiled ruefully.

"What happened yesterday? Tell me everything." “well…” Eva hesitated, but leaned in and whispered, “Yesterday, the king killed the man who held you captive. I don’t know much, but it turns out he was a rogue who somehow infiltrated the palace.” “A rogue?” I repeated, my brows furrowing. Rogues weren’t inherently bad—they were just werewolves without packs. I had been a rogue myself for the past five years. But packs didn’t take well to rogues, often rejecting them outright. For a rogue to not only enter the king’s kingdom but also make it into the palace was almost impossible.

The rogue sticks his dirty finger into his ear to clean it as he speaks then wipes it on his shirt. ‘Can anyone get any more disgusting?’ Ember even looks a little green from his actions from my mind. “Who’s the Rogue King?” Hunter asks, but the rogue just shrugs shoulders as if he didn't have a clue. “The Rogue King is above all. He is all, he is our keeper, he is our master, he is our deity.” The rogue smiles.