The Smutty Rogue Novels & Stories

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt

Audrey “Silver Wolf…” The rogue, his eyes flashing maniacally, took a step toward me, gnarled hands outstretched. I could scent him from where I stood a few yards away—he smelled like rotten teeth and scorched earth. I knew instantly that he was indeed a rogue, likely from Coldclaw. I could smell it all over him, see it in the wild look in his eyes, in his unkempt hair and tattered clothes. When he smiled at me, he was missing a tooth right in the front.

Rogue whistled and about five tatted boys came out Rogue: take them away and make sure you make them ketchup and tomatoes The boys dragged the men away. I heaved a deep and grateful sigh. Me: thanks Rogue, I really appreciate that Rogue : it's okay buddy. As long as you give me your car I laughed Rogue : I meant that Me: ohh Rogue: why would those guys trail you? He lighted a cigarette and wanted to give me the pack Me: OH no. I don't smoke He chuckled and puffed out smoke from his mouth Rogue : funny you don't seem like a decent guy. Rich black dudes are usually badass

The second man was bigger than the first, with unkempt blond hair that fell to his shoulders and a smile that promised my 'welcome' would be anything but. "I demand to speak to your Alpha." I lifted my chin and took one step back to put more space between us as the blond man stopped his approach toward me to laugh. "Darlin', don't you know?" He asked with a sneer as I moved away again. My breath caught when I bumped into a warm body. The smell of onions oozed from their every pour, and my stomach rolled when I realized just how bad of an idea this was. "We're rogues. We don't have an Alpha."

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

The servant, noticing the rogue's disheveled appearance, stopped and approached him with concern. "Are you alright? What happened? Why is your dress soaked?" the servant inquired, reaching out to touch the rogue's garment. However, before the servant could react further, the rogue swiftly turned and fixed his red eyes upon him. In a sudden display of aggression, he grabbed the servant by the collars, causing the servant to cry out in fear. It seemed as though the rogue held the servant's fate in his hands, as if his next actions would determine whether the servant would live or not. Without releasing his grip on the servant, the rogue maintained his determined stride, as if he had a specific

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

I whispered into her ear, sniffing her scent to replace the rotten scent that felt like it was stuck in my fucking nose, and Mila nodded. I counted with my fingers: one, two, three, and then we pulled apart from the hug, just before the rogue tried to jump on us. Mila kicked the rogue against his snout, like the fucking boss she was, and the rogue whimpered. "Fucking try it!" I growled. "See if you live." The rogue must have thought Mila was the weakest of the two, or maybe he could eat more off her than me, because he ignored me. Yeah, did I forget to mention that? Feral rogues become fucking cannibalistic.

We walked past cells filled with common criminals until we reached the interrogation room at the end. ​The rogue was strapped to a metal chair. He was skinny, malnourished, with wild eyes and teeth filed to points. He smelled of dirt and desperation. ​"So," I said, leaning against the doorframe, letting my Alpha aura flood the room. "You like playing with silver?" ​The rogue looked up. When he saw me, he didn't look afraid. He grinned. A manic, broken grin. ​"The Broken Alpha," he giggled. "The one who threw away his heart."

Gosh, what am I doing? I hear a rough chuckle. I gulped at the sight. MY. GOD. His adam's apple moved, earth please please swallow me. I have officially lost my mind. " I am Ros Miller, a rogue wolf," he says in a serious making me frown. A rogue? Ruined everything including the mood is ruined. He can't be my mate. No, not now, in fact never. I am never mating with a stranger, not even in my wildest dreams.