A Warrior Exiled By The Hero And His Lover Novels & Stories

"This is impossible..." Lucas muttered to himself, "My people... they love me... how could they betray me..." "Because you don't deserve them." I stood up and smoothed out my dress. I walked up to him, looking down at this man who now had nothing. "As a husband, you couldn't protect your wife and child; as an Alpha, you couldn't protect your pack and territory." I bent down, leaning close to his ear, and pronounced his sentence word by word: "From today on, you are Exiled."

He was a warrior from one of the packs in the South who'd accompanied an Alpha on an official business in the palace. Adriana had run away with him, but unfortunately, Jeremy had gone after them and brought Adriana back home by force. It was only until later they discovered Jeremy had killed the warrior, her mate. I finally understood why there was always a warrior following her around and not the other girls. I honestly feel bad for all of them, and to think I thought my life was shitty.

She’d thought that Zayn had come from her, and that her people were just on panic mode for nothing, but she was proved wrong, when one of the warriors ran back in to take his weapon. “What’s happening?” she’d asked him, and he looked at her with a disgust and hate. “Your friends, the one you let go, the ones you betrayed us for… they are back, and they are attacking, all thanks to you. I always knew you weren’t one of us, now even the queen cannot save you,” He said with a sneer. Another warrior ran in, “What are you doing talking to her, hurry up let’s go!” That one barked, and they both ran out.

“I’m not giving my people a war. I owe you this. Take those wolves away, and I am your prisoner. Whether you kill me or lock me away is yours to decide.” As I lowered my head and knelt before her, the warriors around me followed suit, bending their knees, their loyalty no longer to me but to her. We were giving up the war. Out of nowhere, Lilith rushed to my side, her eyes burning with fury. She grabbed at my arm, trying to force me to stand, her voice rising in a desperate, pained scream at Selene. “What do you know? You were the one who stepped between Kieran and me! You destroyed our love! If it weren’t for you, I would be Kieran’s Luna! I am his first love!”

There was no time for jubilation yet, they had a battle to win. Tristan, Rhyke and Leandro went to finish what they had started. They left a few of the warriors with Isabella and the baby. It was a fierce battle. The bodies of dead warriors were scattered all over the ground. Tristan stood in the midst of it all, his chest rising and falling as the rage pumped through his veins, his armor cracked while his blade was dripping.

Alpha king Varyn ”. I say And suddenly the tent feels too small. My breath burns. Outside, voices rise sharp with anger. Outlaws: “She carries their blood.” “Her mother drove us out.” “Her lover hunts us still.” The wolf-king lifts his hand. The noise dies. His eyes hold me. “You admit your lineage. You do not hide your mother’s name. Then tell me—why come here? Why seek shelter among those she cast into exile?”

Zoriana had severed it. “Alpha!” Matteo gasped, clutching his own head as the pack link flickered. “Elite Warriors quarters... they’re empty. Gamma, Head Warrior and one hundred and fifty of our elite warriors just went rogue. They’re gone.” The pain was unbearable—physical, emotional. Zoriana, his childhood friend and wife, hadn't just left him; but had stolen the sheath, leaving him raw, betrayed, and realising too late that his greatest enemy had been his own mate.

“If I could take it back now, I would. And possibly free us all.” I looked rapidly from him to the tiny wisp of gray and back to him. “You mean this tiny thing is holding us all here?” I asked incredulously. Voice rising. “How?” “Because she binds Warlord here.” “She was his lover?” It was the only logical conclusion I could come up with. Despite that I couldn’t imagine a woman wanting to be with that cold, calculating creature. I shuddered at the thought of what lovemaking with him would be. Nothing like the heat and passion of Hawk. I was certain of that much.

It was a secret my father had kept from me. When I returned from the battlefield two years later, no one expected me to return safely. I had expected my father to throw his arms wide, call me son, and show me off as a hero. Instead, he had stared at me with ice in his eyes as he declared me a traitor. Traitor! Me, who had bled for them and put my life on the line! He had banished me to solitude, cast me out to rot on some forgotten island. Then I remembered Lyrielle, my mate who had rejected me years ago. I learned of her family’s doom and how it was connected to my exile. At first, I wanted to look the other way; I wanted her to die alongside her family. She had rejected me for Eiraeth, an

"Many years ago, the woman that I loved left me to pursue her work. She was a warrior and was needed by the King of that time. She left and I was all alone." "You never told me you once loved a warrior, especially a woman." The king smiled. "I wish it were that simple to explain. But love comes naturally, for me it did. The war ended but the woman I love did not return,infact all the warrior's and people were thought to be dead. The country itself was thought to be cursed. That the people died from it's curse." "Which country was that?" Carmen asked. "It was Gishon. The ruling King at that time died,but his son lived. He took his father's throne when he was a boy. It was Darius."