Novel & Cerita The Smutty Rogue

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

I will be just another woman in his quarter, just another captive existing to please the Rogue Alpha. T. B. C!

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

He paused for a second before smirking like a psycho. "And you my dear are a slave now. This Rogue King's Slave." _____________________________________

We back inferior species and they'll back us when the time comes. Beta Matthew wants the rogue alive. He said he wanted to make sure the rogue is the right killer. Does that mean Matthew is suspicious of the rogue being the correct killer? Of course... Matthew has some brain cells left. He probably suspects the rogue wasn't working alone. How else would that rogue be able to come and go from our territory? Someone on border patrol is working with him. Someone is a traitor to the pack. Someone killed our alpha and thinks they'll get away with it. But, when I catch the rogue... him and whoever helped him will be executed in the town square. Maybe it really was April's daughter. Josephine Cromw

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.

he muttered. The rogue gestured lazily toward the corpses scattered on the ground. “These,” he said simply. Simone’s throat went dry. “You think you can just walk away?” the rogue continued, his tone sharpening slightly. “Leave them here?” Simone didn’t answer. Because he couldn’t. The rogue took a slow step closer, his eyes narrowing. “I have eyes everywhere,” he went on, tapping the side of his head lightly. “Friends in that college of yours.”

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

I yelp out in pain as he continues to smack me on the ass as he carries me around the back of an old farmhouse. The rogue throws me on the ground and my already injured shoulder snaps once again. Fighting back the urge to cry, I bite my bottom lip. The tangy taste of my own blood fills my mouth. The rogue lifts his nose to the air and inhales deeply. "You smell divine," the rogue says in a gruff voice. Licking his lips, his eyes rake over my body. "Don't even think about it," I attempt to snarl in his direction. The rogue chuckles loudly as he looks down at me. "You are a feisty one, aren't you? Within a week you will be begging me for it. I doubt the old man can even get it up anymore."