Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

I say as I release my hold against his lungs, just enough so he can take a breath. “I don’t know. I am an unranked wolf. How would I know?” His chest is heaving up and down, trying to take in as much air as he can. “You lie,” I whisper next to his ear. “You are a warrior, part of the Royal Guard. I recognize the tattoo on your arm. I assume you were set on the outskirts of the city to keep the… riff raff out.” “Riff Raff like witches,” the handsome wolf says boldly.

It fits his personality perfectly if you asked me. Alpha Keeram got out and flung his hand in the air signaling one of his Omega's to bring me. with an overwhelming fear I realized that once I am in there I am done for. I kicked and struggled but when I opened my eyes to look at the man grabbing me, i saw sympathy and care in his eyes, making me surrender. As if I'm possessed I get out from the vehicle, he handled me gently as if he didn't mean me any harm. 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.

Every part of me wanted to lean into him, to press my fur against his skin, to breathe in his scent and never breathe anything else again. But I could not. I would not. I was a rogue. He was an Alpha. I had attacked his pack. He had thrown me in a dungeon. This was not some fairy tale where the prisoner fell in love with her captor. This was real life, and real life had taught me that trusting people got you hurt. So I bit him. I sank my teeth into his forearm as hard as I could. I tasted blood. He grunted but did not pull away. I bit harder, and then I yanked myself free from his grip and scrambled to the farthest corner of the cell.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

We spent twenty-four years and nine months living together, what's a few more right? "Alright. Today you all have the distinguished pleasure of spending time with either one of us for the remainder of the time here at the Archane. We will be your disciplinarian, enemy, and trainer, and should you all or some of you make it through - we might also be your partner on missions." Enzo starts out eyeing each of us menacingly. My name is Lorenzo Carter and my partner is Dimitri Jeoff. We are not your friends. We might laugh with you, even take your side on occasions, but never make the mistake of thinking we are your friends."

Katrina bowed and rushed to the transportation room to create what was asked of her. Rogue followed behind Katrina and stood at the door of the transportation room leaning against the doorframe watching as Katrina conjured the portal. “Thank you.” He said and stepped inside the portal appearing in Earth, in the middle of the war that was raging across the globe. Rogue appeared just in time to catch Lucifer who was hurled away by Sariel's Warhammer, his eyes hardened as he looked at the platoons, how dare they, how dare they lay their filthy weapons on his beloved skin, they were dying no matter which sovereign they were under.

Troy struck hard and fast, his fangs coming away with a sizable chunk of meat from the writhing rogue’s throat. Before Troy could leave the side of the dead rogue, three warlocks clad in black gowns appeared. Neither could mask the shock in their eyes when their gazes fell on the dead rogues. Fury and disappointment filled the eyes of one particular warlock when her gaze landed on the dead rogue lying beside Troy. Her red hair and blue eyes gave away her identity, thanks to Amber’s detailed description. The sound that left the warlock’s throat caught the attention of the golden wolf. It turned to look at whoever had made that sound and froze.

They started pulling him away when his arms slipped suddenly attacking Travis head on. Travis jumped midair and when he landed, he was on all fours. The rogue growled at him. He looked at the warriors and nodded his head. They need to step away if they don't want to get entangled in the fight. This rogue needs to taste his own medicine and teach him that he should not mess with the beta and the pack. He attacked once again but Travis easily dodged it and bit him on his back earning a little cry from the rogue. The rogue snarled, he didn't like what the beta did. He backed away slowly and lowered his body for an attack. He growled and pounced at Travis. Travis tried to pry him off but the rog

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

He just smirked, feeding me another bite, his free hand dropping to squeeze my thigh under the cloth, inching higher toward my leaking rim. ~Look at you, fidgeting like a horny pup,~ Kasper laughed in my head. ~One finger graze and your hole’s drooling. Bet you would hump his leg right here if he let you.~ Across the table sat Thorne, the visiting rogue beta from the neighboring kingdom. He was built like trouble, all scarred muscles and gray eyes that pierced right through you. No pack loyalty, just wild rogue vibes that made my wolf perk up. Our eyes locked too long as the wine poured, red and heady. His scent slammed into me, musk and pine, like a forest fuck waiting to happen.