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Clark is just a simple rouge. But she wasn't always. Three years ago her pack was killed by a rouge pack and now she's the only survivor. She goes to another pack to warn them only to meet her mate. Will she be able to stop her mates pack from being killed just like hers? Or will she fail again?

Alpha Milagros is a Very wealthy and very secluded soul. The complete opposite of his father. While in school he's a bad boy but what happens when he becomes alpha and his mate scatters into his land. With baggage in her past and on the run, he must find a way to open up and give it all to the girl with the white eyes. ---------------------- Diamonique is on the run from her last alpha, when she trespasses on another packs territory. Only to find the person she wants most. Will the two finally get some rest or has the battle just begun?

"Alpha Lucas... she's a rouge." I sat up in the chair and my eyes widened... he wasn't meant to know that. The love in my mate's eyes vanished and they were soon filled with rage, hatred and disgust when he looked at me, then he quickly snapped back to reality and flipped his desk over. My mate snarled and grabbed me by the cuff of my tattered shirt and screamed the six most painful words I have ever heard before. "I can never love a rouge!" he growled in my face, dropping me and walking out. Emma Blackburns is a rouge who only ever wanted someone to love her. She has spent her entire life as a rouge, well... that's what she likes to think to numb the pain. One thing she does remember is the freak accident that forced her out of her pack and drove everyone that she ever loved out of her life, and out of theirs. Emma and her wolf, Athena, have finally found their mate... well, he found them. Lucas Storm, the Alpha of the most feared pack in the world... the Blood Moon Pack just happens to be Emma's mate. He also happens to hate rouges more than anything in the multiverse, including Emma... ----------------------- COPYRIGHT ©© WARNING: COURSE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE

I could feel the thick, wet mud sink as my boots trudged over the brown blanket that covered the portion of forest I found myself in and the half full moon lit my path to camp. I have to admit it sometimes sucks being born a rouge, we are born to be bereft of purpose and abandon to die a meaningless death. As a rouge I will live purposeless, remain homeless, be mateless, die alone. Fuck that, if I can stop any of that it's my purpose, rouges fight packs, packs lose loved ones and retaliate, rouges die and seek retribution and the cycle continues, but if a rouge kills a rouge it's all good, I slow down this cycle. A rouge who hunts rouges. My life will have meaning, my life is mine, my death will come without sorrow. I am conflict given breath. I am death taken form. I am Mars. Awesome cover made by @xLittleMissFreakShow.

Rose has always been an outcast her entire life. She was born a Rouge and has been one ever since. What happens when she has a pup...but it's not her mates? Will he accept her and her pup?