Novel & Cerita Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance

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.

“No, I don’t care that you’re a rogue. Though I am curious how you ended up becoming one. Besides that I don’t belong to Alpha Claude's pack I’m from Howling Moon, ” Instead of telling me how he became a rogue he leans in and kisses me. Our kiss starts off gentle and slowly but soon becomes more demanding and desperate. Hands search for buttons and zippers to take off garments. Pieces of cloth that don’t come off easily or quick enough get torn off. Before long we are naked on my bed. We look at each other. I can see Rover’s body is battle hardened and scarred. “I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out. “Teach me what you like, I’ll do my best to not disappoint and in the near future to forget whoever

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.”

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I started hunting. I trained with rogues who had no loyalty, no laws. I learned how to silence my steps, mask my scent, lie without blinking. I became something new. Not a girl, not a victim. A weapon. I never forgot the way he looked at me. Like I was nothing. I’ll remind him what nothing can become. I’ve waited a decade for this. A decade to return, not as prey but as fire. And now the chance has come. The Silvermist Pack is vulnerable. Rumors of a Luna selection spread like wildfire. A chance to get close. A chance to destroy them from the inside out.

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.

He studied me for a moment, and I couldn't tell if he was surprised I didn't already know or if he'd expected this question. "Kieran Croft," he said. The name hit me like a physical blow. Kieran Croft. I knew that name. Everyone in the territories knew that name. It came with warnings and whispered stories and a reputation that made other Alphas nervous. Kieran Croft was the Rogue Alpha, the feared leader of Silverthorn, the man accused of betraying the coalition and standing outside the Alpha King's trust. He was the Alpha other packs avoided, the one parents used to scare their children into behaving, the one who operated by his own rules and didn't answer to anyone.

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.