Dirty Queen of Rogues
A young woman who believed she was a nobody with no hopes of a future, finds herself holding strong against the trials and tribulations of this hard world of a rogue. Born into this cruel world as a rogue, she quickly learned skills from watching others and her brilliant mind turned these experiences into a survival plan as she gained control of her fellow community and gained more power and wealth. Just as she begins to realize she is no ordinary rogue, and she has some very useful powers, the all-powerful moon-goddess throws a twist in her already difficult path. Her fated mate... This old-fashioned, egotistical alpha of one of the most successful and influential packs that portray themselves as elites. This alpha and his large pack are not only rich, but they also have their hands in several companies that cater to the rich and powerful, only the true elite of the shifters and fay alike. Her old-fashioned yet handsome mate may not be the one for her. She finds herself having to make a choice that will change her life. With stress and choices to make, she heads to her club to feel free for a moment. She has an amazing encounter with a man who was drop dead gorges that makes her alpha mate look like a sac of old potatoes. This encounter left her in a sweet bliss. She can only fantasize about being his. Regardless of him not being anything more than a good man with a perfect face and body, thinking she must keep him safe from the now-obsessed alpha and maintain her own wealth and success by running her pack of discarded misfits, others called rogues. She finds out that her sweet dream boat was no ordinary man. Struggling with her new fame. Her name and title slandered on the headlines "Rogue Queen seduces world’s hottest eligible prince" with her picture that was sneakily taken at her own club’s VIP floor. In the picture, that was borderline risqué… She had him pressed onto the wall, her one hand pulling his suit coat over. Exposing his shirt covered shoulder and the other was holding his tie. Her lips wrapped around his tongue as she was sucking on it. Her cheeks red from both drinking and the passion she was feeling at the moment. As she looked over the picture, she noticed his hands holding her waist. The look of lust on his face, her expensive dress with thin straps falling off one shoulder and at the same time crawling up her thigh of the leg that was shamelessly rubbing up and around his. Throwing that paper down with a huff, she picks up the human paper and reads in the headlines “the slums reach for the stars”. Under that headline are two pictures: one of my old fashion alpha mate, grasping me by my wrist as i am being forced into a changing room, and the other a photo of me and my new crush. This photo must have been right before the make-out photo, because they were only very close and looking into each other's eyes in the hallway of her VIP floor of her club. Reading this article makes her blood boil." The dirty slum queen seems to have sunk her teeth into the world's most sot after Batchler's. 22-year-old Saphire, Rose, Serna, known as the rags-to-riches slum queen, has been seen on several occasions bouncing from one man to the other. Unable to read any more of this slander, Sapphire rips the paper to peaces. Will she ever get a break?
Looking up at the clock, thinking to herself three more hours before the meeting with the CEO of SFH, the second-largest corporation in the world. After receiving the request to meet via appointment, I had to do my research to see why they might want to have this meeting in the first place. I was very surprised to find out that the CEO was a werewolf. Apparently, SFH is a secret abbreviation for shifter/fay/human. Rolling my eyes at the lack of originality, I let my mind wonder back to my past as I began to remember my childhood. My earliest memory was when I was 5 years old. There was a field with scattered trees. My mom is holding a basket and telling me about each weed and plant that we come across, picking and placing them into the hand-woven basket. My dad was off away from us, hunting and catching small game and fishing/ setting traps, looking up at my beautiful mom, holding a black-eyed Susan up to her. I had managed to uproot the plant so much that the roots clung to so large clumps of dirt. "Oh baby girl, you did amazing". You found the perfect plant. The roots of this plant can help us feel better when we are sick, and we can make some fun colored paint with the rest of the plant. " You can help me when we get home." Patting me on the top of my head and giving me a big smile. Looking back, we saw dad walking back to us. He had a large cloth he had tied to the top of his head filled with small game. On his back, like a backpack, he had strapped a deer, and in each of his hands had a rope where he had catfish, striper's, and carp. Strung by their gills, rushing up to us at a fast pace, he said" We got a good hall, let's head back. Mom standing up and gave dad a small kiss on the cheek. "Wow honey, that is more than I was expecting." As we turned to go to our prep location, dad reminded me that if we did not want to get robbed, it's best to prep and store and eat in separate locations. "Dad how did you become such a good hunter?" Looking down at me as we walk dad tells me, "a long time ago baby girl your Dad was in line to be a king. I had to go to training school. So that makes you a princess baby girl. One day when you turn 18, you will be strong enough to shift and if you take after mommy you will get beautiful wings, but if you take after your big strong dad you will shift into a beautiful lycan." My eyes go wide with excitement, looking from mom to dad. Mom smiles and gives me a wink. "My little princess, let me tell you a story about your mommy and dad and how we became free. One day, mommy was at a beautiful ball. She had a long sparkly dress as she was adored by the many different types of fay people from her fay kingdom. She felt something was missing. She looked around to all her magical creatures and sighed. I know I sent out the invitations to the shifter king inviting him and his people to join in on the celebration of spring first bloom. It was my way of offering friendship. But as I look around, I do not see a one shifter. Feeling sad, I told myself I would need to try harder. Little did I know that the king and his queen and his three offspring were almost there, accompanied by 50 families of the shifters higherarky all with their own soldiers. As I stood on the balcony, sad that they did not show up a notification floated to me in form a small ball golden flitter. My excitement grew. I touched the flittering gold speck with my fingertip and it activated. The sparkling ball shimmerd as it began to announcing the approach of his highness and company, I jumped a little in happiness, turning to share the information I received to my sisters, mom, and reluctant dad. I twirl as my father grunts and shakes his head. My father tells my sisters and I to keep calm. They may not be as satisfactory or as fascinating as we are expecting, but to be nice and respectful. Trumpets sound and everyone strains their back. They royal announcer introducing each party as they enter. I smile seeing all the beautiful new faces fileing in. Everyone dressed in unique clothes that intreags me. My father stands offering his wife the queen his arm to meet the shifter king and his family half way as our customs. My-self behind them since I am the oldest and my sister follow me in a strate line awaiting our turn to welcome the new royles to or kingdom.
