The Smutty Rogue Mga Nobela at Kwento

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

" Oh hell no ! Don't think that just because I gave you a chance to pursue me , I will come running back into your arms . I have a bit more pride than this, after years of dismissing me like that , do you really believe , I will jump right onto you when you come knocking on my door , huh? I still have a bit more option other than just you , your highness " Rogue crookedly smiled and fisted her hair , it was a violent move , a move that will let her know how depraved he was but it pleased him when she didn't gazed at him with fear and wariness..Instead her eyes flashed with irritation and - arousal . Damn , so she liked it rough huh .

The rogue rose his head with a sneer, not the thin sweat on his nose nor the blood dripping from his jaw could dim that taunting grin, "Like how you imagine lynching me would go well with your good Alpha?" "That's your last words?" The smirky guy let out a short laugh, but it didn't prevent him from swinging the whip again, leaving another scarlet stripe on the rogue's chest. "Well, I AM a curiosity-driven person." The rogue curved his lips, taunting. The smirky guy rose the whip yet again, and the rogue quickly added: "Wait, wait, okay, so, I do want to know who is it that's taking my life. Will you indulge me this question at least?"

At first, the grip was minimal, just a clumsy drunk trying to grind against me. But within seconds, the touch turned dark and aggressive. His large, rough palms slid up my stomach, squeezing my boobs tightly, while his hot breath blasted against the back of my neck as he sniffed me like a wild animal. A wave of pure panic crashed over me. He was a fucking rogue. Rogues were unclean wolves, outcasts driven mad by the wild. And the worst part about them? Unclean wolves can smell me no matter what. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my scent, their filthy, broken noses could pierce right through my walls.

“So you want me to just trust you blindly when you aren’t willing to do the same? Too bad. My parents taught me not to trust strangers.” “Pretty sure they are supposed to teach you not to talk to strangers and you’re already doing that.” The man smirked as he spoke. Adira hated that about him. She had always found men who smirked when they spoke to be arrogant and self-absorbed, she doubted this man could be anything else. Just the way he carried himself felt like a warning sign, as if he were carrying around a sign that said ‘I’m an obnoxious asshole and I think I am better than everyone else’.

The wolf vanished, and in his place was Alma with her clear blue eyes and blonde hair streaked with blood and dirt. Still. Dead. “Watch out!” Blade yelled. Arthur turned as Blade launched himself at the rogue just behind Arthur. Arthur turned on guard, snapping free of the memory, as they tumbled. Arthur’s heart lurched as the rogue got the upper hand. “No!” The rogue sent Blade flying back with a wound across his chest. Before Blade had even landed, Arthur had snapped its neck with a savage crack of bone and turned on the rest of the rogues with a roar. Mindless and ravenous, the rogues leaped at him, but his fury and guilt had made him rush at them. Before they had landed, Arthur murdered

He couldn't have… "Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. I was going to… but I don't like my women dirty. Plus, I was hoping to hear you scream when I finally put my hands on you!" From his cackle and dry yellow eyes, I could tell he'd been in the wild for ages now. He was a rogue, an insane lunatic who would do anything to feel something. A connection he could only feel in a pack. I scoffed as his eyes ran through my body hungrily, "Even if you forcefully take me it won't do anything. All you need is redemption… A meaningful bond with—" "— Shut up!" I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

My gaze remained cold as I replied to him, “What do you want?” The rogue still had that smile on the edge of his lips, and it widened when he heard my question, “What do we rogues do? Of course we monopolize, seize, and capture. You are all women; what do you think we want to do with you?” As his words fell, the remaining rogues burst into lascivious laughter, eyes glinting with lust. My hold on the sword tightened even further, and I shot daggers at the rogues, “With the lots of you?”