All Chapters of The Reaver Chronicles: Raziel (Book 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I'm not where I belong, I don't belong with you!" I screamed. My mark blazed with a fiery passion, fueled by my defiant words. I looked down briefly, and both of my hands were now engulfed in green flames. Raphael looked back at me as he got up off the floor. Surprise, and then hurt filled his eyes which sent a pang of guilt through me. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, but this guilt was, no doubt, influenced by the mark. Honestly, I was surprised. I couldn't believe I was able to resist the marks pull. My memories came in jumbled sections. Everything was second to the mark and my need to be close to Raphael, even when I knew I shouldn’t be. “How… how did you do that, Rayne? How are you resisting the marks pull? That is impossible!” He stammered as he started walking back my way. “No Raphael, stay away from me.” I said with conviction. Little did he know I was absolutely shaking inside. I knew that if he came even one step closer that I wouldn’t be able to resist him a

I expected to become sick like I had the last time, but the nausea was brief and barely caused me any issue. I didn’t recognize the brilliantly lit city that we were standing in, but it was gorgeous. It gave a vibrant and electric feel with its plethora of grand mansions and ornate ironwork. By the lack of lighthouses and coastal themed buildings, I could tell we weren’t in Maine anymore. There was a very old looking medieval Tavern sitting directly in front of us. I was in awe because it looked like something straight out of a fantasy novel. The weathered timber and cobblestone that makes up the main structure seemed a bit worn. Chipped stone and peeling paint off the wood gave it quite a charming, quaint feel. The roof, while more modern, still had a thatched appearance and I could see moss making its way across the south corner and down the exterior. Long, leaf covered vines strung the expanse of at least two thirds of the entire building. A large wooden sign that

~(Alpha Drake) Fucking Reavers. Always ruining my plans. There is no way that motherfucker is going to let Rayne go if he isn’t her mate, who am I kidding? And now, with Raphael in the mix, and his mark…” I spewed to Samael, who was silently listening. Just the thought of my beautiful Rayne sporting Raphael’s mark infuriated me. I was already preparing for the fact that she may be mated to that fucking Reaver, and if so, I’d have to accept it. A deal is a deal, and I wouldn’t go back on my word. But to have the chance at having her as my Luna… the Luna of the Obsidian pack, the largest, most well-known, and ruthless pack in the world? Even if she hated me? I would give anything. I was pacing back and forth in my office at the pack house. There had to be another way. In fact, I made the deal with him… he never said anything about another Reaver in the mix, nothing about Raphael. This changes everything. The deal is broken. My only issue was I can't mark her myself. I can’

~(Rayne) With the lessening of my mark I was feeling a lot more confident in my abilities to resist Raphael, should the time come, and I was sure it would. No way he was giving up that easily. He was very patient, and the man was persistent to a T. I may not know much about him, but if he was anything like his brother… he wouldn’t give up so easily. Luckily, I didn’t have to dwell on it because Raziel was great at distracting me. He had gotten us all dressed up in matching attire and told me he had a surprise for me. I was excited but had no idea what to expect. I didn’t really know him, after all. The short interactions I had with him growing up were more terrifying than anything else, and left little room for anything more serious.. So, to take a guess what he might be planning wasn’t something I even attempted. I figured I would just be along for the ride. We left his house hand in hand, which was new to me as well. Us being openly affectionate was something I had nev

My eyes fluttered open to my alarm going off at 6am, time to get ready for pack training. I turned to face Raziel and just took a minute to admire his beauty. He looked so peaceful just lying there with his golden blonde hair a mess and not a worry in the world. His chest was rising and falling slowly as he slept. I got up carefully and planned to head to my house to get ready when I realized that Raziel had already laid out a set of clothes for me to wear to training. A black sports bra, gold shorts and gold combat boots. He knew exactly what my style was, and I couldn't help but feel butterflies at the fact that he paid so much attention to what I wore. I threw on the clothes and threw my hair into a messy ass bun. On my way out I grabbed a stick of beef jerky and some cheese. I didn’t eat much in the morning, I found myself rarely hungry. It was a little further to the training grounds from here than from my house. I didn't mind though. That’s when I remembered that my