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

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

Three months later, on a night of the full moon, I stood in the expanded territory of the Lone Star Wolf pack while flipping through a report of our lands when a Beta werewolf came to me. "Silas…" He paused as if trying to choose his words carefully. "Silas managed to round up several Rogues last month. He's trying to build another pack." I put down my report. The borders of the barren land were filled with younger but weak werewolves who had been exiled. They were wild and bloodthirsty, nothing like what Silas had experienced.

"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."

“I was only 9 years old. My father was an Alpha… My father was the chief of our land. He was betrayed by a foreign woman. When he brought this woman, I went out of the city. Everyone warned him against her, but he never listened. He was in love; to him, it was a fated match. To me, it was fated doom. She was greedy and gathered his men against him, stole everything from him and then brought her people in. My father's people lost respect for him, and it caused a huge war, and since my father's men and subjects started to lose faith in him, he was exiled along with his kids.” My stomach twisted for him. Which was odd. For some reason I could feel his painful emotions in my chest. “Where is you

She let out a cry of pain, her already weak body unable to fight back. "Let her go!" I shouted, my chains rattling as I jerked forward. The warrior ignored me and started dragging her toward the door. Lilah struggled, but she was no match for his strength. "Please!" she sobbed, kicking and thrashing, but he only tightened his grip. "Where are you taking her?" I demanded, my heart pounding. The warrior stopped at the doorway and turned to me with a twisted grin. "To your mate." Panic surged through me. "No! You can't!"

“Seriously, man? You can’t honestly want the fuckboy of Arcadia anywhere near Kaia. I sure as hell don’t want him near Zoe.” Diego looks at me, a strange mix of anger and heartbreak on his face. “No, Li. I don’t feel the same way.” His eyes flash before he tamps it down. But it lingers in his voice. “Twenty years ago, we fought a fucking war because one asshole couldn’t accept his mate. “It ended alright because you and Bhakti got Sandra. But that homophobic jackass killed his male mate, slaughtered a group of rouges, and started a civil war—because he couldn’t accept the gift the Goddess gave him.