Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

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.

The sheer physical power of a Rogue Alpha in full, unhinged frenzy drives him forward with a rapid, breathless intensity, crushing my body into the stone floor until I can barely expand my ribs to draw in air. “This is madness,” my mind cries out as the dark, twisted romance of the fated link wraps around my heart like red-hot iron chains. “He's going to tear me apart on this stone floor.” Yet, every time his thick, corded cock slams down inside of memine, the supernatural wave of our joined bloodlines echoes inside my very soul. The gold thread tying us together ignites into a blinding light. The pain of the cold concrete under my back slowly dissolves into the hotness of our bodies, the re

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.

We also lost the packlands as they were destroyed beyond repair, and with me being the oldest Alpha family member left, the remaining pack members turned to me for guidance, and I took on the role even if it went against every fiber of my being. So yes, I may have got my wish to not live on pack lands and become a Rogue, but my life is nothing like I planned. Instead of being free to be me, I'm now responsible for over 80 pack members and absolutely hate it. I even offered the role to Johnny, but he doesn't want the responsibility, and I don't blame him, but neither do I.

The crowd gasped again. I staggered, confused and stunned. Banished. That was still death—but slower. No one ever returned from Blackmoor. There were no food there, no warmth and no mercy. He started walking towards me. His steps were slow, deliberate. I looked at him, and hatred burned through me. When he got to me, he bent down — so low only I could hear. “You pathetic fool,” he whispered. “You thought love meant anything? You really thought I’d ruin my fucking life for a dirty omega?” He chuckled low. “You were so easy. All it took was a few words. A few touches. And you gave me everything.”

I screamed in the night, the pain stinging deep. As I kept running, U saw it. An old, moss-covered stone marker. Words were carved into it, words we were taught to fear from childhood. ROGUE TERRITORY - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Behind me, the howls were getting closer and closer. I could hear the crunch of leaves under heavy they're heavy paws as they matched on it. I looked at the marker. Going forward was a death sentence. Rogues were savage, wild things. They killed pack wolves on sight.

Gael tapped a button, and the large screen on the wall flickered to life. “Here is a photo of his meeting with the self-proclaimed Rogue King.” Zoriana stared at the screen. One man was a tall, bulky figure with olive skin and piercing black eyes. The other... her breath hitched. It was the stranger from the motorbike showroom. A second photo appeared: the same stranger with a young, barely clothed she-wolf on his lap. He was Alpha Tristan. She remembered his arrogance in the shop—he had looked like a man who thought he owned the world because, in the underworld, he did.