The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

The reminder of last night sent heat through me, the way she'd felt in my arms, the sounds she'd made, how badly I'd wanted. I pushed the thought away, we were taking this slow, even if my wolf was currently suggesting several very not slow ideas. "Come on," I said, tugging her hand gently, "Let's walk." We moved through the compound together, hand in hand. I saw heads turn, heard whispers, felt the weight of curious stares. I didn't care. For five years, I'd been the Rogue King, an exile, the man building an army for revenge, cold, distant and alone.

“Maybe he couldn’t afford to help her. Or maybe she thought mating with you was a better idea. Either way, she was desperate enough to return, I fear she'll stop at nothing until she gets what wants.” I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. I couldn't believe Ivarie's objective in insisting on our mating had to do with her debt but Tom's explanation held water. But still, I feared her coming was for something bigger, and I needed to figure it out. Before I could discuss it further, a soldier, one of our intel operatives rushed into the room.his eyes wide and his chest-beating, “Alpha, we have a lead on the druggie Rogues. They were spotted in the next town.”

It seems things had gone south with her Rogue prince, the one she claimed to love and even gave up everything for, and now she wants to crawl back to him. As much as he was curious about what happened, he decided not to ask. It was none of his business. "This woman, you never cease to amaze me, don't you," he mused, his tone light yet cold. "Don't you think this is too audacious coming from a woman who ran away from me three years ago?" Ravenna didn't say anything. Kael could see her biting her lower lip as if she regretted saying the words. "You must think you're the price, huh?" He sneered, his eyes scanning her.

Said ”What they don't know won't cause any harm.” "Really? You think that the Gasha Kingdom won't search for their princess? Do you know how crazy their king is? I have fought hundreds of wars with that kingdom, so don't act like you know more than I do.” "So it's wrong for me to get married to the person that I love? Is that what you're saying?” ”Love, love, who cares about love? You're putting love first and not your kingdom. What will happen if Lauren's father comes after her. He can destroy the whole of Valeria with the flick of his finger.”

“Why would they call me the rogue King?” “I get that they wanted a hideous name for you, but you're not a rogue. You don't live outside the Kingdom, or control a group of rejected wolves. Why would they call someone— who's not a rogue— a rogue?” “Well, they say I'm a rogue at heart. I act like one, break rules like one, and kill like one. I guess someone thought I was one, and called me one during gossip, so the name spread wide.” “The Rogue King.” I said softly. “That name spread fear far and wide. I hated the name, as much as I was scared of it.”

“You’ve saved the Rogue Queen twice. Gave up going back to your family on his word that they would not be harmed if you stayed. I can’t do what you’ve done but I can do this.” My eyes glassed over with tears, lacing my hand through her hair I pulled her face tightly into my chest. “I guess it’s my fault you’re so brave.” Exhaling deeply I looked up only to lock eyes with the King. Standing on a balcony, leaning against the wall smoking a cigar as he watched. Without breaking eye contact I jammed the needle deep in her neck and pressed the plunger down. Feeling her knees give way I quickly dislodged the needle and scooped her into my arms. I buried my face in her neck to hide the hot tears ru

I sit up straight. Great-aunt!? That sounds like the joke of the century and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many, yet unknown to none. To some, I am just Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many more that people cry about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, the new Head of the Dragon Dynasty and successor to the Serbia Empire throne.

He tasted of ale and smoke. ‎I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, melting into him. The bond roared in triumph, a golden light that seemed to flood my vision. ‎ ‎The camp erupted. Howls, cheers, and the stamping of feet drowned out the drums. ‎ ‎But I didn't care. The world narrowed down to the heat of his skin and the taste of his mouth. ‎ ‎For the first time in my life, I wasn't an asset. I wasn't a disappointment. ‎ ‎I was the Rogue Queen. And I had found my King.

"With you." If he is hurt by the words I hate myself for saying he does not look like it. Instead I find a rippling wave of authority shrug off him, as he raises his chin. "Why is it so hard for you to accept you are mated to the king?" For a moment I contemplate what would happen if I were to tell him I was a rogue for more than half of my life and only escaped after I killed a man. Even family abandons family when they are marked by the rogue. How can the King, the lord whose first order was to commence the rogue trials, possibly react to the news that his mate was a rogue.

"Baby, we love you, so we're willing to love the man you love, even if that man is a rogue." I was almost frozen in place. I was 100% sure that this scene and conversation had happened a year ago. If I remembered correctly, a year ago today, the Lycan King, who had just inherited the throne, came to the Rosebud Pack hoping that I would fulfill my marriage contract and marry him to become the queen of the Lycan Kingdom. However, I rejected the Lycan King in public, even though I could feel the mate bond between us two, and announced that I would marry the rogue Daniel.