The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

Unlike my mother, his eyes were dry. "This is a mistake," he said simply. "Maybe." "The Rogue King will use you." "Like Dalton did?" He flinched. "That's different." "How?" "Dalton loved you, in his way. The Rogue King isn't capable of love." "Good. Love seems overrated anyway." I tried to pass, but he blocked me. "If you leave, you can never come back." "I know." "The Alpha will declare you rogue. Every pack in the territory will be your enemy."

A rogue being the First Alpha Prince seemed ridiculous to me but I knew not everyone had the same unwavering hatred towards rogues that I did. Then there was the fact that they said she was dying. I hadn’t known a werewolf to have their body begin to shut down but I wasn’t about to argue with them. It was true I also hadn’t seen any wolf with two robotic limbs and a robotic eye. So, everything seemed plausible with this rogue. Plus, she was an Alpha. Not just any Alpha but the rumored Rogue King and these two were her Beta’s. It seemed completely absurd. “Doesn’t she go off and do her own thing often?” Charles asked.

"Alpha please...I didn't mean to. It was a mistake, a thought that should've never popped up in my head. Your father...y-your father he..." Xavier growl, the sound so threatening that even Celia felt intimidated. "Alpha I swear, it won't ever happen again...spare m—" Xavier didn't listen for much longer, his teeth sunk right into Alex's neck, blood running wild on the earth again. Beneath him, the man cried out, teeth clenching as he proceeded to speak. "It'd be...It'd be better for me n-not to d-die pitiful...I'll tell y-you what you a-are k-k-king." His breaths weren't shallow, they were deep and desperate, almost like he was fighting to breathe, fighting to speak. "You're just like her, g

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

It had been so many years since I last felt this. I became rogue at the age of fifteen after I killed a boy who tried to rape me. He was two years older and pretended to be sweet to me. He lured me to the wood and wanted to force himself on me. I used a rock to break his head. Because he was the son of a rich family, I was almost killed. My family snuck me out and warned me never to return. You see why I found it weird to see Jake interested in me. My eyes moved away and below us, I could see Rose and Lucas walk through the crowd—queen and king, curse and cure, proving peace wasn’t just a word. I tried to picture them months ago, enemies bound by hate, and couldn’t.

My mouth had a bitter after taste and I wasn’t entirely looking forward to his answer. The fucking Rogue King smirked wickedly before standing back up, filling the room with his size and weight, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I fucking knew I picked the right one…” he blurted with a pride I wondered what it was for. “…. You see, at first I wanted your father to work with me, with me…” he emphasized on the latter words for some reason. “…. but his fucking pride just didn’t let him. Now look where that got him. And I tried for years to get to you, because let’s face it, no woman is fit enough to be mine, to stand by my side and rule with me except you. And you my dear….” He brought his d

I thought I killed you and your kind? “You thought wrong. Now release him at once” commands a voice. A voice I’ve never heard once as the Rogue King continued to stand before him. His massive frame blocking my line of sight. ‘NO! He’s mine. If I wish to claim him I will. If I choose to take him I will. If I choose to fuck him I will. There’s nothing in this exact moment that will prevent me from doing what needs to be done. To ensure that he becomes mine’ snaps the King.

“And if not for me, Crimson Rogue, you’d be rotting in some border trench. No army. No name. No power.” I swallowed fury. And want. He was right, but I’d claw out my own throat before admitting it. “You think you made me?” I whispered. “I know I did.” His hand slid into my hair. Tightened. He forced my head back, baring my throat. A threat. A promise. “I am the Rogue King,” he said. “I decide who we strike. When we strike. And we are not taking a major pack while the wolves are on high alert.”

he taunted, “It all makes sense if you think about it.” I whirled to face him, being careful to keep backing down the path as he advanced. “You’re not the mastermind you think you are.” I said haughtily back, “If you’re so powerful, why are you kidnapping mothers and daughters? I think you’re weak and pathetic.” I spat on the ground. “Oh you think that, do you?” The Rogue King glared, prowling forward, “I’d be happy to give you a demonstration of my power…” He leapt across the grass towards me and I shrieked and turned to sprint towards the woods.

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.