The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

Rowan breaks the silence first, because of course he does. “My King,” he says smoothly. “How lovely to meet you properly.” The King’s eyes go ice. “Who are you,” he demands. Rowan’s smile glints. “Rowan Kane.” Liam stiffens. “That.” “The Rogue King,” Lia says quietly, and the words hit like a blade sliding between ribs. The King’s face changes, not shock, not fear. Recognition. The kind that comes from years of hearing a name like a storm on the horizon and realizing it’s now in your hallway. His gaze cuts to me.

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

“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?”

"I heard there's a place two states over that takes in rogues. That doesn't ask questions. I've been walking for six days." "Heard from who?" "Wolves talk. Especially the ones running from something. Word gets passed hand to hand, garage to garage, whoever's willing to say it out loud." He looks at Wells's arm, still close to his throat, then at me, like he's trying to work out which of us actually decides what happens to him. "I didn't come to cause trouble. I came because I didn't have anywhere else left to walk to." I believe him. I believe him the way I believed Piper the first night she stood in the bay door with her arms wrapped around herself, and Wells must see something in my face,

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."

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.

Laleh was the perfect ally—fueled by vengeance and with nothing left to lose. I found myself in the dank, dimly lit lair of the Rogue King, a man as notorious as they come, but even notorious men have their prices. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the barely concealed fear of his minions. Perfect. "Alpha Leo," the Rogue King greeted, a wary edge to his voice. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I leaned back in the rickety chair he offered, making sure my disdain for the surroundings was clear. "Straight to business," I said, my voice dripping with authority. "I need a favor—a destructive one."