Novel & Cerita Acotar #rhysand

Mother, it is finished. I turned and met Rhys’s eyes. He had descended from the dais, his boots heavy in the bloody mud as he stalked toward me. His Alpha aura was a wall of crushing pressure, a desperate attempt to reclaim control over a situation—and a woman—he didn't understand. "Do you enjoy this show, alpha Rhys?" I asked, my lips curling into a cruel, taunting arc beneath the mask. Rhys stopped inches from me. He reached out, his hand trembling as if he wanted to tear the mask from my face, but he froze in mid-air. A low, pained growl vibrated in his chest.

He directed the last of his greeting toward me. “It is Taelin.” I answered. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He gave me a smile that I was sure was meant to cause me to fall at his feet. I was about to return his smile with a friendly one, but then I heard a low rumble come from Ryker. I wasn’t sure if it had been a growl or something else, either way, I was a bit surprised. From my understanding he didn’t feel the mate bond, so why was he acting so possessive?

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

“Taylor, who exactly is your mate?” “His name is Rhazian.” I answered, a sinking feeling settling into my gut. The color faded from Miriam’s face as her hand flew to her lips to suppress a gasp. “Oh goddess. Your mate is the first.”

Their leader, the bastard, stood in human form, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them. Ariana, who looked down at her feet, avoided looking at her daughter as the men walked toward us, fighting to grab her. I growled, wanting to fight only for him to grab me by my head and literally throw me back on the wall. My heart raced, and fighting, Katerina tried pulling away from one of the men whose arms tightened around her. Alexander sped toward them only to freeze when he was staked in his chest, causing Caterina to cry out. She went to approach him, wanting to pull the stake out only for the man who had her in his arms to snap her neck, causing her body to drop. My heart raced, and

Tyler took my hand in his, gently squeezing it, his blue eyes remaining fixed on mine for a few seconds before he spoke “the man played with his words. I don’t know how else to explain the situation, but he knows that you are loyal to him or wants your loyalty to be directed to him alone. He didn’t expect you to be loyal to Dante…” “Giovanni is not as twisted, Tyler. I have worked along his side for five years, I would have known if he was” I said, stopping him. Tyler frowned but stayed quiet, nodding at me. He took a deep breath and nodded at one of the waiters, letting my hand go. “Ashton, get me and Aurora two cups caramel macchiato please” he said, nodding at his colleague who smiled and

“You say that like it’s annoying when he agrees with you.” “Men agreeing with good ideas are usually about four centuries late. I don’t hand out medals for basic evolution.” Gracie laughed. Then stopped when she saw something behind me. “Oh,” she said brightly. “Rhys.” My spine became a straight line before I could tell it to relax. Rhysand appeared beside the table in a dark suit with no tie, his white shirt open at the collar, his black hair arranged like even the wind knew its limits. “Gracie,” he said. He kissed Gracie lightly on the cheek. Then his eyes shifted to me. “Ms. de Cruz.”

It had been healed, but I still had a scar. I was looking down at it when I heard the door open. I looked up to see a tall man with an intimidating face in black clothes walk in. He introduced himself as Alpha Solomon, a passerby who had found me on the road. He said I was badly hurt, so he had come to heal me.