Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

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.

I’m considering a deal with a rogue. The thought should repulse me. He’s not just dangerous, he’s feral. Rogue's decide when to play nice, and right now he is. His kind have torn Omegas apart, shredded through trial fields like beasts. But he’s here, and the others aren’t. He’s offering what they won’t, without games, without pride. And I’m burning. My wolf is crawling toward him, not for affection, but for survival. “What’s the price?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“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.

It's not like he remembered our past, right? “In the year 204, the head of humans and the Alpha King established a contract. It was to establish the unity of the two species. Because of that contract, humans and werewolves lived peacefully together without killing each other. However, despite the contract, there are still werewolves who don't obey the law. They are called rogues. Rogues are those who are banned or kicked in a pack. The pack will no longer have the responsibility to protect a werewolf once they become a rogue, which is why it will also be easy for the rogue hunters to hunt rogues.”

Kaden immediately grabbed the rogue by the collar and slammed him harder into the wall, and the sound of it made one of the nearby warriors wince. “You really have a death wish,” Kaden stated. “You came into my house, you ran toward my child, and you still want to act brave.” The rogue sneered up at him, and I could hear the shake under it now. “I only see a pack that lets a woman run the room.” My wolf rose high inside me. Tara’s growl rolled out of my chest so fast it startled even me, and the rogue froze hard, every bit of fight draining out of him in one ugly second.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

If her scent was so sweet, so alluring, then he could just imagine how heavenly her slick would taste when it was all over his tongue. Leaning down between her thighs, he growled, a hand of his wrapping around his c*ck as his tongue flickered across her clit. "X-Xavier...!" The sound of his name slipping off her lips had his c*ck getting even wetter. He was so aroused, more than he had ever been. He wasn't a saint, she wasn't the only woman he had f*cked, many of the rogues he had rescued had confused gratitude with love and was so willing to give themselves to him that he couldn't even refuse them.