What’s Rogue Got To Do With It by Lorelei M. Hart

Not all packs are by birth.

After my father is challenged and loses his place as Alpha, leaving my den isn’t a matter of choice, it‘s a matter of life or death. Now I’m marked as “other” and living in the shadows between the human and the shifter world, not belonging in either. It’s a lonely life, but at least I’m still here. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m fine. Really, I am— in the way “fine” is always a lie.
It’s not until I’m out scrapping metal and I stumble upon a wolf, that I see a future.
Only two problems remain : 1) The gorgeous wolf shifter’s stuck in a bear trap and unconscious. 2) My fox recognizes him as ours and rogues can’t mate, upon penalty of death.