Novel & Cerita Aelin And Rowan

“Beta Rowan!” “Y–yes, Alpha!” Rowan instantly came. Javier, still not breaking his contact with me, continued. “I want you now to call the lawyer! Tell that I want him to write another legal document because I, Alpha Javier Saxon, rejected Rowena Allen as my mate! I’ve also wanted her to be banished from my pack, so make sure she can’t enter this pack again!” “Y–yes, Alpha!” Rowan stated as he ran, and I widened my eyes. No…he can’t be…

"It may take several days." "Take whatever time you need." Kael then turned to Commander Selene. "Increase security." "If this information is genuine...our enemies will move faster than before." Selene bowed. "It will be done." Aldren watched Rowan and then, with deep sadness in his eyes, he whispered, "I'm sorry." I looked at him and asked. "For what?" He swallowed hard. "For failing to save your family...and for leaving you to grow up believing you were never wanted."

“The land hears your lineage like a name half dreamed, still wearing childhood fingerprints. Before we move, answer plainly. No titles. No denial. No folklore.” “I am who came back,” Aelin replied. “No more. No less.” Rowan studied her feet touching ground—leather-wrapped now, mortal choice, not divine float. “And the mirror half that stepped out with you?” “We left it no seat,” Aelin said. “It followed because it didn’t know it needed permission. I taught them that nothing gives seats for free just because faces match.” Rowan rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, hearing subtext the way Lycans hear heartbeats—by distance and dependency relationship, and hierarchical proximity.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but the pressure eased a fraction. I heard Lunessa’s name more than once as Markel and Rowan spoke. Each time, Rowan’s expression darkened further. Then he broke away and strode toward us. “Kael Nightborne,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m Rowan. Alpha of Ashencoil Valley.” “And you’re not pleased to see us,” Kael replied. His tone was calm, but it held an edge. His power pulled back slightly, though it did not disappear. “Did you really think you needed two dozen wolves to take me down?”

Rowan replied and played the video for Aurelio to see. He sat up immediately he saw Erica, “Why is she dressed that way?” he asked him “she was hiding from her colleagues and didn’t want to get seen..” “Oh!” Aurelio mouthed and paid full attention to the video. About minutes later, He saw her listen to every part of Rowan story which he knows about to and us fully sure Aryan and his whole clan has a hand in it. Rowan has been with him for the past 4 years, he isn’t just a guard to Aurelio but a brother at the same time.

His eyes were cold when he said that. “But when can we do? Rowan is the alpha of this pack and if he doesn’t want to marry Vivian anymore then there is nothing we can do.” His eyes got colder, more distant. “I don’t care who Rowan is, he was supposed to marry Vivian before she disappeared. She is back now, and he needs to honour that promise.”

“Sara wants her to help. That means she needs time off work at the park. She needs to get back here ASAP.” Translation: Aylin was getting help from the Reigns to be near her mate. I honestly couldn't blame her, yet I felt the need to complain. "People will see them together, Alpha. That's not proper cuz they plan to break it off," I said calmly. "You're talking about she and Rowan, right?" Laughter tinged his voice as he asked me this. When I didn't speak, it was Richard who replied, "People know they're fated, Jake. Hello? The trial?"

Kael joked, nodding his head towards where the human girl sat, “he's not your type anyway. She's human and definitely can't be your mate. Plus, she has her pretty face so far shoved off Rowan’s ass, she'd never pay attention to the likes of you.” I scowled, “Whose Rowan?” I said. Kael pointed to him on the third row of the bleachers. “Rowan’s her human lover that came with her from Aurelia, or at least I heard they were lovers. They stay in the same dorm suite and everything.” Kael grinned as if it made his day to burst my fantasy bubble or something.

“I know. I’m doing everything I can. Just get the room ready.” Later that afternoon, during a short break, Rowan pulled out his phone. A message from an unknown number popped up. There they were, Declan, Octavia, and Seraphina on a beautiful Hawaiian beach. Declan had his arm around Octavia while Seraphina sat between them, all three of them smiling at the camera. Another photo showed Declan helping Octavia with sunscreen on her shoulders. Rowan’s jaw clenched so tight it hurt. He stared at the pictures, his hand gripping the phone until his knuckles turned white.

The bond flared warmly between them, moonlight threads weaving gently around both king and consort, a visible reminder of their unbreakable connection. “We are not divided,” Caelan said firmly, loud enough for Rowan to hear. “Not by Elara. Not by old laws. Not by jealousy. We ride as one — or we turn back now and let the realm fall.” Rowan was silent for a long moment, the only sound the steady thud of hooves and the rustle of leaves. Finally, he nodded once, sharp and reluctant. “For now, I ride with you. But when we reach the pass, if Elara offers a way to stabilize the power without destroying what we have… I will listen.”