The Rogue Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

"You wanted me to make a scene." Jade's lips curved into the tiniest smile. "Did we?" Before I could respond, the hall doors burst open. A figure strode in, power radiating from every step. The crowd parted like water. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized him. Everyone knew who he was. Zane Darius. The Rogue King. The wolf even Alphas feared. His eyes scanned the room before landing on me. Something sparked in those dark depths. "Am I interrupting something?" His voice was velvet over steel.

Rex sighed, “No one can defeat a member of the royal family except another royal family member. I suspect there are other royals alive besides you.” Tom nodded in agreement, “I agree.” “Why?” “Remember? Rogues aren’t supposed to be able to organize themselves and act together,” Rex explained. “Someone must have led them to do such a thing, but who could lead them? Only royal family members would have the presence to force a rogue to obey as every wolf has an instinct to obey the royal family.” Arthur was surprised, and he wondered if he should feel happy. Did that mean that he might still have a brother or sister living somewhere? Maybe Owen was his brother.

he asked softly. Alex’s face went red, but it was too confusing to unpack what the Rogue King was saying. “We will not comply with your demands,” I responded once again. “Oh, but I believe you will. Especially since the soon to be Prince would love to know what happened to his parents. What really happened, not the story he was fed years ago,” the Rogue King teased.

I make a slashing movement over my throat! The prince raises an eye brow, “You wanna know what is interesting, Dearie?” “Do I have a choice to listen? Because if you plan on being long winded, I need a snack.” I dramatically plop myself down in the chair. My snarky words don’t detour this Prince as he continues. “Rogues are so easy to work with. Give them a little bit of money, some food, maybe some woman and definitely a large bag of human drugs…” He pauses to look over at Rocco who is now sprawled out on the couch completely relaxed and softly cackling to himself. “And they will do anything for you… Even bring you things…” He holds up his wrist with the gold cuff with black and purple shar

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating until they were pools of ink. "The scent..." the rogue whispered, his voice trembling. "It’s not Omega. It’s... it’s the mountain air. The frost. The King of the North." "What the f**k are you talking about?" Samuel snapped. The rogue fell to his knees, his chains rattling with a frantic, metallic rhythm. "The Lost Prince. The prophecy of the Shattered Moon. He’s returned. The one who heals the land without a shift!" Adrian’s jaw shifted. He stepped between Samuel and the kneeling man, his broad chest a physical wall of muscle. "He’s a Sun-Omega. My mate. Speak that 'Prince' sh*t again and I’ll rip your tongue out."

“Silas said something to me in the forest. Before I kill him.” “You mean your new boss?” Damien ignored her sarcastic tone and continued, “Killing him doesn’t solve our problem. Even if he dies, another Rogue King will appear, probably someone even worse. The war won’t stop. They will tramp our border again.” “But you don’t know for sure!” Aurora cried, “Maybe someone better will take over, someone better, someone decent…like Morgana or Kaelan!” “The rogues will never pledge their loyalty to a soft soul. The Rogue King is always someone cold, cruel, and ambitious.”

With my eyes staring at Prince Deacan’s wide eyes, I put my sword on the Rogue’s neck and killed him. “You–” Kicking the Rogue’s body away, I stood beside the Prince. “Don’t expect for a second I’ll run with that warrior you sent to me. I’m more capable than you give me credit for.” “I told you many times. You’re a Luna. You shouldn’t be here,” he protested as he held my wrist and pulled me in his back while striking a Rogue from behind me. Moving swiftly, I held his arm for support and bent down to kick the man behind me.

“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.”

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”