I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I wound never kill him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough. So, When it came down to it... My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried in deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. Her hands on her cheeks. A gray and sickly color caked on her face. She could have fainted any second. "What have you done?"
View MoreJosephine Cromwell- or Jossie for short was the most beautiful she-wolf in Rabidcrest pack.
Standing at about five eleven, she had the eyes of pearls and the hair of a raven's wing. Her hair touched her stomach in length. She was skinny. Clearly not fed right. That didn't stop her from her beauty. She had pale snow-white skin and plump nude-pink lips. They were kissable. She described them as so once in a mirror. Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of.Except no one saw her for her beauty. Instead they saw her for her name. Particularly her last name, Cromwell. Everyone in Jossie's pack knew that the Cromwell bloodline descended from the dangerous rogue pack run by her great grandfather Marcus Cromwell.And, Rogues were known to be terrifying night-stalking killers. They are werebeasts. Practically rabied infested. They were sociopaths.But, Ms Cromwell wasn't anything like the rumors held her accountable for. She was shy. Timid. She didn't know how to react to her pack mates. She was bullied daily. Spat out when in public. She found life difficult. She sometimes wanted to run away. She was given a title of omega when she passed the age every wolf turned. For some reason Josephine didn't turn that year... or the following years after.Everyone saw her as cursed. Wretched. The goddess wouldn't even bestow the gift of the wolf onto her. Even though her ancestors were pure-wolf blood.Her mother HATED her. Her mother hated everyone. Her mother hates her father. Even if they were clearly soul mates. Her home life was up in flames.The morning her life turned upside down was this particular morning. One where she found her father dead. It was little known to her but at the time... it was a blessing in disguise. Her father was the only nicest man she'd ever known. He cared for her deeply and in return she loved him with her whole heart. He was the only one keeping her in that wretch pack.Her father. Standing at six-three, he was rather short for an alpha. But, in his height he made up for it in his strength. He was built wide and heavy with muscles. He was a good two-fifty. It would take a heavy-built man to take on Alpha Cromwell. He had night-shade black hair. Something his favorite daughter seemed to take after. And, his eyes were like the ocean's blue. Sadly, Josephine took after her mother's eyes.She found him in the kitchen. Where a fight broke out. The kitchen's contents were destroyed with blood, claw marks, and glass from the glass cabinets were scattered amongst the tile.Josephine didn't cry when she stepped over the glass to get to her father's body. Her eyes were blackening as she shouted for help. Her heart raced as she pulled out a kitchen knife that was directly in her father's chest. She threw it three feet away. And, that was where it all began.Her mother found her first. She'd also be the first to accuse her. Moments later the whole pack would be there to see what the Cromwell daughter did to her OWN father.Her father was also... the alpha of Rabidcrest pack. And, her mother who was the luna. Josephine was being set up for her father's murder.Mrs. Rabidcrest didn't take up her mate's last name. As Luna of Rabidcrest pack she always thought it would be befitting to be married to the pack and not to a Cromwell. April was an older woman, yes. She was oval shaped from having twins in her early thirties. She never lost her baby weight. She was tall for a female. About five eleven. She had pearl eyes. A trait Jossie inherited. April had no spring traits... But, her name was chosen because of the month she was born. It didn't represent her. She was a cold-hearted woman. An ice queen, Jossie nicknamed her. April had the same shaded hair as the snow piled up in winter. The color of snow that was so deep it prevented you from going outside to play. And, as a child... Jossie was always kept inside."Execute her," Her own mother would say. Not that it mattered that Josephine was the pack's next heir. The alpha's luna would give the order. Her daughter was nothing to her. She never liked Josephine. Maybe it was because Josephine disappointed her. Her first born turned out to be a female. After her mother explained how she found her husband to her pack. Josephine would not be given a voice, a trial, or an ounce of pity from her pack mates. They only saw her as a dirty Cromwell. A dirty Cromwell, her mother made sure to remind them about.Like all mob mentality she'd be dragged to the town square. A good mile down the street from her family home. Even though there was evidence... Josephine wasn't the killer... they believed she had something to do with it. They believed she was just as guilty by her name alone. Josephine cried in pain as her back was scraped up from the ground that they cold-heartedly dragged her over. Her scent would fill everyone with disgust in the pack. Because, they recognized her as 'just another fucked up Cromwell'. Or 'the woofless omega bitch'. Insults would be ridiculed throughout the mob gathering around the square.It didn't matter to them that Josephine was her father's favorite daughter. They saw this girl as a curse."Momma... Please, I'm innocent," she would try to explain herself but be silenced by their insults. She was forced up into a stage pre-made for the arrival of the Lycan king. He wasn't expected into the territory for another week.There, her mother would stand up on stage and circle her weak first-born, wolf-less, and shameful daughter. She'd cry softly as she dared not look into her mother's eyes. Her mother Mrs. April Rabidcrest would yank out a silver-bullet gun and point it close to her forehead then look at the crowd."Is this what you want?" She would ask and smirk as her pack would shout for her to do it. "To kill the last Cromwell?" Although... Jossie wasn't the last Cromwell. And, this wouldn't be her last day alive."Kill her.""Kill her.""Kill her."The pack would continue to chant.This is what the pack wanted. Her mother eagerly parted her lips in a smirk. She looked towards her first-born. Jossie's mother showed no sympathy towards her own daughter. That much was clear. She wanted to get rid of the last Cromwell. The Cromwells... that haunted her life since the beginning of her courtship with Alpha William Cromwell. Who could ever love that beast? Or any of his offspring?How could this small girl... kill such a large man? A man she idolized her whole life? It just wasn't possible. Proof was covered up by her name alone. Because she was a Cromwell... she would only ever be seen as the main suspect. Even when the truth pointed her out as innocent.Josephine... would have to find a way to escape. If she wanted to live, it would have to be within the next minutes slipping by right under her nose.Nigal and Virgle were the two brothers stuck watching over me. I picked up that they were wolves when our scents were isolated in the elevator that seemed to be the only way in and out of that pint house. The aroma of the place seemed like it was used to being visited as the many scents that spread out in that place confused me. Nigal was the one that let me borrow his phone. They took me to the hospital in a set of vehicles that multiplied the security on me.The hospital was fifteen minutes away from where I had been staying. It was a huge building about six floors high with a huge cross on the center of its entrance side. The hospital's name was Silverback Medical Center. We stepped into a lobby where I instantly made eye contact with Artyom. He was standing nearby in a changed outfit from the last I saw him. He was thuggish looking in my eyes now. The way he stood and the men that surrounded the room but were not looking at him. They all looked the same. The uniform was black tie
Alpha Artyom's scent was fresh in the air as if he had been here within the last few hours... but he was not here when I woke up. I was back to human as well as in changed clothes. Someone had bathed me and clothed me while I was out of it. I felt different from last time... I felt a little bit calmer now... as if I were accepting what happened... Casimir is dead and there is nothing I can do to change that. I must go on because that is what he would have wanted me to do... but now all I want is to live and nurture this hunger inside me my wolf was after. There was a deep desire to cross the boarders back into Camren's territory and hunt him down... the worst part is I do not know why I felt that way... was it longing to mate with him next or was it because I wanted to kill him because he is guilty for what happened to Casimir?I changed into a fresh change of clothes since I did not want to be stuck in lounge wear. I picked out an oversized red/black stripped shirt, tank top for und
Ethan's POV:I stepped toward Cas as his last statement was more of a command for me. I would personally see that Cas at least makes it through until Camren no longer needs him. I leaned in toward Cas' wounds to sniff them. I transformed into my human form and went to pull Cas over my shoulder to carry him."What did you say?" I asked softly as his ear passed my mouth. I wanted to know the dark secret he shared with my alpha. I lifted him up without hesitating and realized he really wasn't that heavy. I felt blood gush out from his wound and realized moving him probably won't be a good idea. I rushed him back to a laying position. "Cam!" I yelled as I realized his body was growing cold. I felt for his pulse as anxiety ran through my veins. His lifeless eyes were staring back at me as I realized he wasn't... here anymore. He was with the moon goddess now. I couldn't find a pulse so I reached up and shut his eyes. I glanced around to find Camren glaring at us with disappointment in hi
Ethan's POV:I was discharched from the hospital and sent home on doctor's strict orders to rest. But my mind was too busy for resting. I wanted to go for a run but I didn't want to go alone. The only person I could think of was asking Camren to join me. I took the elevator up to his floor to give me a speedy access. There wasn't any fresh scents going to his room which meant he had no vistors and it was the time of day I would expect him in. I didn't knock when I reached his apartment, since I always knew he sensed me when I was coming for him. It was an unspoken gift he had as alpha. Cam's day room had not changed since I last saw it. Vixen was asleep on the blue couch and didn't even flinch his ears when I walked through to look for Camren. The apartment was not open floor plan as it was not within interest of any werewolf. Much less Camren, who liked the finest of things. I took the hall past his lavish kitchen and went past the closed doors for spare rooms I knew he used as offi
Life seemed to come back in my eyes. It must have been a couple of hours since I was under the influence of the medicine that was infused with the syringe. The sun broke through a cloudy bank we were crossing a wide field with nothing but the open sky and heavy snow as far as the eyes could see. I was tied down to a sled and wrapped in heavy blankets and heated pads that was keeping me warm. "She's awake," I heard someone announce that came into my view and looked me dead in the eyes as they walked beside me. The sled came to a stop as the same faces I remembered from earlier surrounded me. Their clothes were the only thing recognizable. How long have I been out of it? Where are we? How am I still alive? "It's not time for you to be awake," I recognized the leader's voice from last night come from a man that stepped into my view. "Put her back to sleep," he commanded. "No!" I shouted as someone I recognized as the same from before came into my view with another syringe. "Don't!"
Jossie's POV:"Wake up," Cas whispered in my ear. It was freezing, the only warmth came from his heat as he had me resting against his chest. I raised my head to feel something was off, my hair raised on my arms as if I was being watched. Where am I? I glanced around to find us sitting in the area I fell asleep in earlier. It was a harsh reminder we were still waiting out the storm."Something is off," Aimee whispered, she was staring outside the windows of the doors leading outside of the store. It was as if instinct kicked in she grabbed a metal napkin dispenser off of the table and got up. The lady who ran the store was still fast asleep, not far away from us. It was dark outside, long after the promised time frame of our rescue from the storm. "Stay here," Cas told me as he lifted me off his body to get up and follow Aimee toward the doors. I tried to focus my hearing, wondering what they were listening to out there. All I could hear was the wind braking against the walls. I stood
Ethan's POV: Yellow roses, sunflowers, and pink tulips were the first to be seen when I opened my eyes and raised my head slowly. Those were recognizable flowers for patients getting well in the hospital's ward. I smelled the hospital's bleach stench of sterilized equipment. I could hear the heart monitor slowly accelerating. There were get well cards by my flowers that must have come from the family. I growled lightly as flashes of that bastard defeating me went through my mind. I trembled as I tried to stay cool from ripping the room apart. "Ethan!" I heard a cheery voice say from the doorway. I faced away from the windows to see Charlotte's huge smile crossing her face. Everything paused as I took her in. My heart pounded hard in my chest. It was breathtaking to see her be the first person here after I woke up. Her bright smile promised me I was the only person to make her feel that way. I was entranced. Her curly red toned
The bullet train took us down into the city's skyscrapers built for the harsh weather amongst the mountains. This place looked like it stayed frozen year-round. The city- everything from the neon flashing signs to the tinted windows was made to withstand. The bullet train's tracks were the only thing not covered in snow since it went so fast the snow did not have time to conjugate. There were open rooftop saunas with steam so thick it was hard to make out who was using them. This town had me on edge. What kind of wolves survived here? The train led into the woods by the edge of town and came to its last stop where a small community with residents owned private weather resistant mansions. The community's buildings were thinner since the cover of trees protected them from the environment's harsh conditions. The train's station was nested twenty feet above the ground near the treetops where it would circle in a one-way loop and leave for the city. I followed Aimee off the train and
Aimee started walking to the doors and the omega rushed to open them before she could reach them. We followed in pursuit. Inside was a lounge area in front of a mahogany desk with the latest tech advanced computer gear. He wasn't at the desk. Artyom was over by a wall completely open to the cool air and an open deck leading outside to a burning fire pit. Snow melted as it came into the room causing the floors to look slick. A woman was swaying a glass of bourbon in hand at the lounge area not far away from an open bar. There was a wall full of filing cabinets that looked centuries old and covered in dust. This room wasn't used often, I could tell. It made me wonder why we were meeting here of all places. Artyom came away from the opening and it automatically started to shut as glass panes came down from the ceiling to close it off. The water built up on the ground was running off into a draining system toward the windows. He came up to the lounge area and gestured for us to sit as he
A Cromwell Rogue by Jay is a werewolf novel. Josephine Cromwell is the loveliest wolf in the Rabidcrest pack. Unfortunately, her bloodline is known for its history as rogues. Josephine works hard to prove that she is not like her ancestors. Despite that, nobody acknowledges her efforts except her Dad. Even her mother hates her and accuses Josephine of killing her father. On her execution day, she escapes the mad crowd. How can she prove her innocence and find out who the murderer is? And can she handle the truth once it fully reveals itself?
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