Acotar Rhysand Pov Book Novels & Stories

There is a lot I wanted to say, but nothing beat the want of setting my eyes on my mate and so I nodded impatiently. His eyes lingered in mine as if confirming that I understood before turning his back on me once more, opening the door. Kaya’s scent hit me like a bus. I hobbled into the room, noting it was darkly it, a contrast to the way mine had been. My Lycan eyes immediately adjusted to the light, spotting the outline of a figure on the bed, covered by the curtains draped around it. I limped toward her hurriedly, my heart beating faster, ignoring the pain, as I ripped the curtains off, my breath leaving my body when my eyes rested on her.

Maybe I should wait a few more days. ‘Calm down! She will love it!’ ‘What if she misinterprets everything and thinks I want to rush things and push her to sleep with me?’ ‘And you don’t?’ ‘Not when she is still scared of my touch!’ Raven rolls his eyes. ‘You fought and killed many feral rogues, and yet you are afraid of our mate’s reaction to a gift? It’s not like you are introducing her to that BDSM thing you are into.’ ‘I would rather fight Mircea and his feral wolves than tell Red I am into BDSM.’

she said in a sneer as she trailed her finger on the tattoo that stretched boldly on her mate’s body causing an involuntary shiver to rake through Matthews’ body Chaos chuckled loudly and said, “Now that everything is out in the open, I would like to let you know that I am going to pick my own beta and gamma as well as my own high ranked members because I don’t trust you lot in this room. And I want the list of all those who signed up for the training with me. Oh, and none of all that has been said in this room goes out. If it does, Heads would roll and I mean it” “What happened to your hair?” Alpha River asked after a moment of silence “Oh… after everything I have said, you ask me about my

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

I say and he looks at me surprised. “Wait a minute, you mean to tell me she’s not in love with you? I don’t believe that.” He says shaking his head vigorously. This is blowing his mind just as it blew mine. He thought he was the Ryo whisperer and it’s shocking him to find out he’s not.

Alpha. Rhydian’s eyes came back to me. That intense, curious look was back. It felt like being examined under a microscope. Seen, but not as a person. As a specimen. Then he turned and was gone, his people flowing after him. The lab exhaled a breath it had been holding for five minutes.

His gaze slips from my eyes to my neck, where blood is dripping down my skin. There he is again - the danger that radiates from him like a living force. He's definitely a sociopath. "What's wrong with you? Say something." I raise my hand to my neck to wipe away the blood, but Rhys catches my wrist in time, his grip tight and possessive. My mind goes blank for a moment. "What are you..." "Beautiful," Rhys breathes heavily, his lips parting in wonder. He's staring at me like I'm a priceless, magnificent painting in a museum.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

Their expressions were tense, focused, their bodies still carrying the energy of battle. “There’s more,” one of them said, his voice tight as he glanced toward Corin. “They’re not stopping.” Rhys stepped forward, slightly ahead of the others, his breathing heavier than usual but his composure still intact. His gaze moved directly to me, sharp and assessing, as if he had already come to a conclusion before speaking. “Well,” he said, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair, his tone edged with urgency despite the faint hint of something familiar beneath it, “this would be a really good time for you to give those crystals a bit of energy.”

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.