Novel & Cerita Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance

Heather rolled her eyes and glared at me. Tabitha, our house slave, entered the room carrying two trays filled with food and drinks. She is a Sigma, the lowest ranking wolf in the pack. They are all females eighteen and older who are unmated. Sigmas can’t have mates. They also don’t have wolves. They go into heat once a month, and every male in the vicinity of her goes nuts wanting to shag her. They are hated by everyone and forced to be pack slaves.

I hated it! “That is a great thing that you are doing for the rogue warriors.” Spenser didn’t look up as he planted one of the seedlings. “Well, they deserve it. They fought for me and I believe in rewarding those who show loyalty.” I smiled and he raised an amused brow.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

I claw at his hands and try to get them off but his hold is solid. The warrior chuckles. "You want me to let you go? So you can lead your filthy pack over here to come kill us all?" "I am... not a Rogue" I can barely breathe properly now. "Please, let me go." A sickening crack follows my words and the warrior's hands fall off my neck immediately. His eyes are wide and filled with surprise, but he already knows. Roman's scent is a strong musk of earth and pine. Like an enchanting perfume with deep foresty notes.

I was a broken girl and now I was being sold out like furniture by my own father. Engines roared in the distance. Three black trucks rolled into the clearing, dust kicking up behind them. They stopped in a half circle and the doors opened. Rogues poured out of the truck at least a dozen. They looked big, scarred, and moved like predators, not like pack wolves with their rules and hierarchy. These looked like they'd kill you for breathing wrong. Then he stepped out; Ryder Blackwood. I'd heard the stories my whole life. The Rogue Alpha who controlled half the lawless territories, built his empire on violence and even killed his own fated mate.

“We agreed on terms…” “You agreed to give us the god-touched woman,” the rogue interrupted. “But see, the king also wants the god-touched child. And her companions. The human and the healer, you can call it insurance and thoroughness or whatever makes you sleep at night, Alpha. But we’re taking all four of them.” “That wasn’t the deal,” Kai said, his voice rising. “It is now.” The rogue’s hand moved to his weapon. “Unless you want to renegotiate with violence instead of words?”

“Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.” Fear slithered through me like smoke. “It pains me that you have to go so quickly but I know I could only wish. For an omega with such vibrant, unique features, my chance of ever having the feel of your kind is rare.” Doom added, but I was too preoccupied with my shaking thoughts to care. The man who was able to kill the Rogue king. I have heard the stories and now... My fate is taking me there. I didn't know when we reached another building. A different design from the ‘holding’ and the auction hall.

one of the Warriors muttered quietly, thinking it was just for show. Kyler's boot slammed into the Warrior's chest before the words were even finished. His eyes went ice-cold. "Say that again." The Warrior doubled over and gasped in pain, and the others scrambled to pull him away. Zoe Carter, Kyler's lead Warrior who had served him for years, spoke cautiously, "Alpha Kyler, could she... have been taken by a Rogue? There have been more and more Rogue sightings near our territory lately. They specifically target wolves whose souls haven't awakened and take them to remote packs to experiment on them."

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.

“I'm here early so I can get enough of the serum I need. Is that a fucking crime?” The guard's expression remained completely stoic. “Invitation card.” The rogue frowned. “What?” “Your invitation card.” The guard extended his hand. “Every buyer attending the exchange was issued one.” The rogue's jaw tightened. He reached toward his coat. Before he could pull anything out, another set of headlights appeared. A second massive truck entered the port, and the guards immediately turned toward it. The vehicle stopped a short distance away, and several men climbed out. Another leader stepped forward. He looked around before shouting, “So this is where the trade is happening?”