Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

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.

My wolf wants blood. "I marked and mated her. She is mine completely and I will never choose a whore to be my mate",I snarl at them. "One of us can fuck her",A male rogue speaks up. My eyes flash gold as Paw tries to take over. He glares the man down. "Motherfucker!!",I roar. Heather pov I'm sitting here crying, and all I want is Roman to hold me. He left to get the rogue females back to back down, but I know deep down it won't work.

I’ll need everything they can give me, as I know absolutely shit about how a pack works, or about supernaturals. Blake halts when we get to the place where the rogue is contained by our warriors. His entire body goes rigid. “Allie..” He doesn’t manage to say anything else as the rogue jumps him and throws him several feet. Tristan grabs me and pushes me behind him. I peek over him to see the rogue clawing at my mate, it’s jaws snapping at his neck. Blake is fighting for his life. Tears sting in my eyes at the realization of who the rogue most like crashes down on me like a rock pulling me under water so I can’t breathe.

I said. As they haul the rogue away, I look to my mate. Her fur is covered in blood but I don’t care. “You both are incredible fighters.” As I run my hand through her fur. “I will make sure you and Cronos have your time together too beautiful. Can you shift for me so I can talk to Rebel?” Roxie licks my face and then steps back and pulls a shift. When Rebel appears in front of me, she is completely covered in blood. “Do you always get attacked by this many rogues Austin?” She asks, looking around like she is trying to make sure there are no more threats. She thinks like a beta and fights like an Alpha. I’m still reeling at how amazing she was during the fight.

“How did you come to work for my uncle? You’re not one of the wolves who left the pack with him...” Cole shakes his head. “No, I’m not. He picked me up along the way...” “Explain,” Octavius demands. Cole exhales, leaning against the edge of a table as he crosses his arms. “Lucien collects rogues. Since he was one himself, he sees them as… useful. He calls himself the King Rogue, if you can believe that...” I feel my wolf bristle at the title, the arrogance of it grating against me.

This whole building feels like a prison; the least I could get is a nice view, and boy, do I get one. The room is right on the side of the training grounds, and my eyes immediately fall on none other than the man himself, Rogue Alpha - Nero Hades. Nero is standing in front of everyone in all his glory, wearing nothing but his suit slacks. Bloody Hell, the man is the embodiment of the ancient Greek gods, and the scars covering his skin make the view times a thousand times better.

It was ancient magic, pack magic, stirring to life after years of dormancy. Maison moved to my side, his shoulder brushing mine in silent support. I could feel his wolf reaching out to mine, strengthening the connection that had been muted for so long. "Kill them," Viktor ordered, stepping back as his rogues surged forward. Chaos erupted in the war room. Alpha Logan shifted partially, claws and fangs emerging as he engaged three rogues simultaneously. Luna Mara darted toward Jackson, her maternal instincts overriding tactical concerns. Guards and rogues clashed in a violent tangle of snarls and snapping jaws.

I read until my eyes ached. There was a clear pattern. Every Alpha had chosen a beta from their own bloodline - a brother, a sister, a cousin. If they had no family, they had no beta at all. No Alpha had ever taken a rogue hunter as a beta. Rogue hunters only appeared during Derrick’s reign. Derrick was the first to choose one, Jax, and he did so only in the last three years of his rule. Then Dean followed suit, keeping the same rogue hunter as his beta.