Novels by Rhyx

Willow's pov“You’ll kneel when you’re told.”The instructor’s voice cut through the hall like a blade. “That is the point of this drill. Anyone who cannot submit will be removed.”Power pressed down from every direction...Alpha supremacy layered thick enough to make breathing feel like work. Wolves filled the arena in ranked rows, their scents clashing, their gazes sharp with anticipation.This wasn’t training. This was a reminder.I scanned the ranking board and felt my stomach drop.Rank E. That was the lowest tier.A few wolves glanced back at me and smirked. Others looked away quickly, like weakness was contagious.My wolf stirred uneasily. Angry.“Low ranks forward,” the instructor ordered.Before my pride could catch up, my legs moved. I stepped onto the marked circle at the center of the hall, awareness crawling up my spine as hundreds of eyes followed me. The runes carved into the floor pulsed faintly beneath my bare feet, humming low...designed to amplify influence and s

Willow's povAlaric didn’t ask before lifting me.One moment my knees buckled, the next his arm was behind my back and I was off the ground, my body pressed hard against his chest. Gasps rippled through the sparring hall, but Alaric didn’t slow, didn’t explain, didn’t look at anyone except straight ahead.His grip was firm, unyielding in a way that made my breath hitch.I could still feel Zandro’s scent on my skin. Dominance that had soaked into me like a bruise I didn’t know how to explain. And when Alaric passed him, I felt the tension. The jealousy snapping through the air like a live wire.Zandro’s voice followed us. “Careful, Alaric. She didn’t tap out.”Alaric didn’t turn. His jaw tightened instead. “She doesn’t need to.”That shut him up.He carried me through the halls like I weighed nothing, his steps controlled, his arm locked around my waist. Every place I touched him felt magnified...his chest rising beneath my cheek, the heat of his skin through his uniform, the subtl

Willow's pov“Get out of my way, ” I said, pushing myself between the towering bodies. I didn’t wait to see if Zandro or Ronan listened.I shoved past them, heart pounding so hard it made my vision blur, books clutched tight against my chest like they were the only thing keeping me upright. The crowd parted instinctively, no one wanted to be in the path of a girl who had just defied two alphas and lived.Barely.Behind me, I felt their eyes…their attention dragging along my spine like claws.“Run,” Ronan called after me, his voice amused. “That’s usually how it goes.”I didn’t look back.I didn’t slow down until I reached the admissions hall, the heavy stone doors slamming shut behind me with a thud that echoed too loudly in the quiet interior. My legs shook. I braced myself against the wall, sucking in a breath that tasted like dust and ink and old magic.My wolf finally stopped pacing.Barely.“Pull yourself together,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re fine. You’re fine.”In le

Willow's povHis lip curled in disbelief. “You’re either very brave,” he murmured, leaning closer, his scent wrapping around me like a threat, “or very stupid.”Maybe both.I tightened my grip on my books. “Then move.”For a split second, shock flickered in his eyes.Then suddenly, it shifted to rage, hot and uncontrollable. His control surged hard enough that my knees nearly buckled.Nearly.But I held my ground.“Bow.”I blinked, genuinely unsure if I’d heard him right. Around us, the courtyard had gone unnaturally quiet. “I’m sorry?” I said.Zandro loomed closer, his shadow swallowing mine. He was taller than I’d realized up close, broader too. He was handsome… infuriatingly so. His storm-grey eyes dragged over me slowly, like he was measuring how easily I could be broken.“You ran into me,” he said. His voice thick with restrained anger. “Then you spoke out of turn.”“I apologized.”He laughed once, low and humorless. “That wasn’t an apology. Do it with a bow”I felt a mixtur

Willow's pov“You will get your answers,” my mother said, eyes fixed on the road. “Once you finish your studies at Blackfang Academy.”I scoffed. “You’ve been saying that.” So many times that I didn't believe it anymore. I stared out the window, fingers curled tight around the strap of my bag.“This time, I mean it,” she said My wolf stirred under my skin, restless, impatient, unfamiliar in a way that still made my chest tighten. Three days ago, I’d woken up with heightened senses, a burning ache in my veins, and a truth I hadn’t been allowed to know for eighteen years.I wasn’t human. I wasn't an orphan either. The woman I had been living with, who I had served for eighteen years, was my mother. When she told me I was a princess, I found it hard to believe. “You told me I was nothing. Nobody.” I muttered, my chest squeezed in pain as the memory resurfaced. “You told me I had no family! No past. Just… lucky you found me.”Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She turned back