Novel & Cerita The Rogue Prince Audiobook

Anthony shouts, and I hear the other guard, George draw his blade. I try to move but my timing is wrong. My foot catches. My balance slips. The rogue crashes into me from the side. Pain shoots through my ribs as I hit the ground. My shoulder scrapes the forest floor, and I hear George calling my name. Then there’s another voice, louder, harsher. “Get back!” Prince Kaine is here. I don’t know how he got to us so fast, but he’s already in motion, intercepting the rogue with a low growl. The air around him charged with power as he moves. He forces the rogue back, driving him back.

“Get her out of here!” All of a sudden, a voice boomed through the hall like a snarl. Oddly familiar as it sent goosebumps spilling over me and a shiver skating down my spine. “Give her to me and the peace treaty is sealed” I didn't bother looking. It felt as if I looked, his gaze would crush me into smithereens. “King Riordan?” The Rogue King. “I don't want the Omegas, the food tribute, and the gold bars anymore. I want her,”

I’d barely taken five steps in, when two guards caught my shoulders and dragged me to the middle of the room. “Alpha Marcus,” a voice called out, and I had the urge to look up, but decided against it. For some reason, the voice sounded familiar. Everywhere was quiet, and no one could deny the fear that was currently permeating around the hall. An undeniable aura of authority and danger surrounded the men that’d just arrived. Even my father’s aura didn’t come close. Rogues. Their abilities were enhanced by their rumored internal madness. ‘Cause that was what they were. Mad beings driven by power-lust.

“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.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

I have started a lie too late for the truth now. “The rogue’s numbers have significantly increased, it seems that wolves like the idea of a non-traditional pack”, snarling in disgust he began pacing back and forth. “Apparently his quite handsome and charismatic”. “Father, there is no way The Rogues will ever outnumber our pack” furrowing my brow in confusion. I had never seen my father this nervous about a rival pack, the Red Crescents had always been the largest pack in the southern hemisphere, as one of the five original werewolf packs our bloodline was royal, and the pack was one that garnered respect.

Chapter 14 Darwin’s POV “WHERE THE HELL IS LORCAN!” I snarled angrily at the stupid rogue tied down in a chair before me. “He’ll take the throne! Lorcan is the real rogue king! We’ll never agree to be… brughhhhh” The rogue groaned as I slammed my fist into his face. Bastard! Does he have a death wish?! “You will answer the king when he asks you questions!” Parker growled brutally as he grabbed the back of the rogue’s head and slammed it down onto the table before us.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

“You have a visitor, sir.” “I’m not expecting anyone at this moment. And Storm might be stuck in traffic.” “Sir, it’s a prince.” A what now? Then a well-built blond in a black suit walked in. “May I present, His Royal Highness, Prince Camren Thayer Aleksei Keoni Gattewarde Braynburd of Triberis Capria.” “That’s a mouthful, Lud,” That must be the Prince in a well-tailored blue suit and light purple tie dismissing the blond, his protective detail.

Rune’s trail of Rose’s scent ended up in front of the great castle of the pack. While he was unsure how to process the possibility that someone he knew had captured Rose for whatever reason, Rune’s heart squeezed at the sight of the place that was his home and seat of reign for many years. If someone had told him a year ago that he would lose all that he had, he would have snapped the person’s neck for spilling lies. But there he was… A branded rogue about to sneak into a castle where death could easily find him.