The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

"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."

he asked skeptically. The rogue nodded vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes... he rules the rogues, promises a better life if we follow his orders." Emilia's curiosity got the better of her. "Who is this rogue King?" The rogue shook his head frantically. "I can't tell you... they'll kill me." Nathaniel's gaze locked onto Lena, a silent command to continue the torture. But the rogue's eyes spasmed in fear. "Stop, stop... his name is Halo... Halo King!"

Once I am at his side, I extend one of the glasses towards him, placing a smile on my face. His sickly green and yellow eyes peer into mine. His gaze used to make me feel sick, but now all I see is the desperation in his eyes. His innate desire to rule a kingdom that was never, and will never, be his. “What did you do to it?” The Rogue King inquires. I play coy and peer into the glass before looking back at him. “Nothing.” “Do not lie to me,” he slams his fist onto the table, “I am your king!”

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

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.

I looked to the King, and I knew I could not stop him from responding. “If anybody was daddy dearest it, was you, you hateful son of a bitch!” the King yelled. “You stole my son!” he added, wanting to go through the phone. “I bought him fair and square,” the Rogue King responded, faking hurt at the King’s words. “You bastard! I will make you pay!” the King roared.

Honestly, if I hadn’t had that conversation with my mum, I wouldn’t have been very hurt and offended by this Rogue’s statement, but hearing it now, I didn’t give two fucks. “We kill you and we go in there and kill your mother - here. And then… the rightful King takes the throne!” Another Rogue said. I frowned. Rightful king? “And who is this rightful King if I may ask?” I asked. “You will know him soon - here!” The Rogue that had stood his ground earlier voiced and grabbed hold of one of the heavy chains wrapped around his body. He swung it at my face. But I only saw it moments after it had been swung at me and I couldn’t inch away on time, so it came crashing on my face, across my left chee

He's so freaking handsome, so soft yet so savage looking. He seemed to be having the same thoughts as he leaned even closer, running his fingers through my hair before settling on my chin. Tension crackled and sizzled. How did I get myself into this situation? My eyes slid close and I patiently waited for his lips on mine. A knock on the door interrupted us from going further. I wanted to ignore it but it came even louder. Someone growled. It was Jonas. I turned beet red. Of all times to interrupt, it had to be now!!?

would come in a rogue den, using music as a weapon against a rogue king. When the final note faded into silence, I turned, locking eyes with the old Rogue King. My gaze was deep, filled with unspoken sorrow and longing. “My Majesty,” I said softly, my voice carrying the weight of unspoken grief. His body trembled, his wolf instinct surging to the surface, and for a heartbeat, I saw it in his eyes. He thought I was her. I didn’t give him time to recover. At the height of his shock, I took a step back, then another, until the edge of the cliff was beneath my heels.