The Smutty Rogue Novels & Stories

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

I have to focus on the fight at hand and use the strength I do have. The second rogue tried to circle me, coming at me mouth wide open not even trying to disguise his form of attack. I could smell his odor of rotten sewage as he came close. I can’t help but wonder if this is a rogue thing or they just like being dirty. I spun and caught him across the snout with my fangs. Blood sprayed the tiled floor.

I looked straight into his cold, handsome face, squeezed my jaw tight against the throbbing pain in my knee, and let a wide, mocking smirk spread across my lips. "You really think you're something special, don't you?" I scoffed, letting out a soft, dry laugh right in his face. "You stand there talking about your standard and your pride, but you're just a cowardly man hiding behind a title. You think I want a mate who treats human beings like trash?" Blake's eyes flared with sudden fury, his jaw working as his arrogant composure cracked wide open. "Watch your tongue, you filthy slave!" Blake growled, taking a threatening step forward, his Alpha voice rumbling in his chest. "You are nothing! A

The man took a step back, startled at my response. " Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think there was someone in." He replied, chuckling nervously. I folded my hands. " I'm sorry, my name is Mr. James Smith and I wanted to ask, have you seen an injured werewolf nearby? It's the one that got out of the facility it was confined in and we've been looking for it ever since." He said. I opened the door a little wider now, stepping outside. " I just arrived here and unfortunately haven't seen the wolf in question," I replied.

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Alpha Garrett asked, "Can you give more information about them whatever you know, and also about your mate and how did you guys meet?" Former Gamma Smith smiled at the last question and explained, "I was patrolling one day near our border and there I caught the scent of a rogue. It was a mixed scent. I loved it at one time and found it repulsive at another. I didn't know what the fuck combination was so I followed that trail and found her a bit hurt. I knew she was my mate as soon as I saw her. As you said, it was an old rule, but I was afraid that Former Alpha Garrett II would not approve of any rogue, and therefore followed her path. We traveled to where she stayed. After leaving your pack

If there was one thing that I could count on to take my mind off things, it was rogues. The rogue in question was a rather skinny looking fellow. He didn’t look like he could hold a gun, much less be responsible for wreaking havoc on our grounds. His hair was matted and streaked with dirt like most of the rogues I had come in contact with and his teeth were beginning to turn a nasty shade of yellow. One thing I did notice was that I could not smell him. It was like he had no scent. “If you have come to kill me then you might as well do it now,” he sneered as he saw me. “I won’t tell you jack shit.”