The Smutty Rogue Novels & Stories

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."

I dropped, heart hammering, watching in stunned silence as the rogues fought like a storm had come alive, and then I saw him. He was bigger than the others, taller, broader, his black coat shining like midnight oil. His eyes, burning red, were locked with the feral that had followed me all this way. The feral lunged. And he met it head-on. They clashed in a brutal, savage strike that shook the ground. The black rogue dodged the feral’s snapping jaws and countered with a brutal swipe of his claws, cutting deep into the creature’s side. Blood splattered the dirt, but the rogue didn’t stop.

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

Since I haven't met my fated mate which the moon goddess give specifically to you, he wants me to pick a chosen mate and he thinks Eliza is a good fit. To be honest, I can't stand her. She's mouthy, entitled and treats the pack members like crap as she thinks she is the next luna. Chuckling to myself, I'd rather give up my position as the next Alpha then to be stuck with her. She has been known to getting around in this pack, I'm not sure who she hasn't slept with. Luckily, I never have. The Snow Crest Pack is nestled up in the mountains, it's cold most of the year but the summer is pretty tolerable. It's a beautiful place with 10,000 acres of land, we are one of the biggest packs in this co

The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s

Slow drops of rain kept hitting me and the weight of laying down was all over me. The hard smell of smoke and woods filled my nose as I slept there,but when my eyes opened all that I could see were tall woods. Where was I ? The question went into my head and the next moment I got my answer. Last night after the festivals my father tried to have me killed and I somehow managed to escape with the rogue Alpha. The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor.

“That depends on the guy. You showing up here unannounced? Either you are nostalgic or stupid or probably both.” I walked further in, brushing the dust off a nearby workbench. “You do not miss this place even a little?” Rogue took a long drag, exhaled the smoke that curled through the dim air. “All I know is that I miss the smell of money when we used to win races. Everything else? Not so much.” I chuckled and reached into my jacket pocket, bringing out a small bottle of whiskey. “I brought a peace offering.” Her expression softened slightly. “Well, why didn’t you lead with that?”

I ask ignoring his statement. “I want your mate,” he replies confidently. I look at him and burst out laughing, “She is not interested,” I reply. He smirks. “She will be if she knows what is good for her,” he taunts. “Are you threatening my mate?” I ask stepping closer to the rogue. “It is a promise. She will want to come with me; I can help her,” he says as he stands taller. “She does not need your help. She is perfect as she is,” I reply. “Agreed she is beautiful, but she could be stronger. She could have a strong wolf. Answers would be given to her as to why she was chosen,” the Rogue says.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked