Rogue Alpha, Ryan Hydar~30

A spark of disappointment shot through me at the she-Lycan’s decisive departure. When I said I wanted her, I had meant it. I don’t know if it’s the aura of command she wielded with mastery, or the wicked soul she tried so hard to hide.

But something about the brunette drew me to her.

It certainly wasn’t love. A meaningless feeling like that didn’t belong in our world.

I glanced at the female laying on the ground and smothered a humorless chuckle. ‘Must be her vicious spirit.’

No female with an ounce of kindness in her heart would deliver another female to our hands. The restlessness of my subordinates was a testament to that. They shuffled on their feet, their entire attention focused on the unconscious she-wolf. Sweat beaded their foreheads, sliding down their naked frames. Their muscles bulged as they fought for restraint.

Mating and violence. They were the two things that made us Dark Rogues. We reveled in the pain and terror of our victims, feeding on them the way leeches fed