Aelin And Rowan Novels & Stories

“You’ve spent centuries carrying everyone else.” He looked directly at Fen. “Lay the burden down.” “Come home.” Fen’s answer was immediate. He stepped backward. Not away from Kael. Toward Rowan. Until his shoulder rested against hers. His choice was unmistakable. Rowan reached out instinctively, burying her fingers in the thick fur at his neck. “I’m not going anywhere.” She hadn’t intended to say it aloud. But the words came anyway. Kael’s smile disappeared. “So.”

Kael’s POV No words, only the harsh stamp of boots echoing off the stone corridor. The guards walk ahead of me, their faces stoic. I do not command them. I do not stop them. I am Alpha, and still,I do nothing. I stand near the circle as the doors to the pack house creak open. And there she is. Rowan. Dressed in black. Hair tied back. Her eyes burn with quiet fury, not fear. I’ve seen warriors break with less pressure, but she walks like a queen to her own execution.

“There, she met someone who claimed to be her mate.” “And how did you know all this?” the tattooed man asked, clearly intrigued. “I traced her there,” Daniel muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the woman’s intense gaze. “I knew you were coming,” the cloaked woman murmured, sipping her wine. Before Daniel could process that, she spoke again—this time, even more unsettling. “Her name is Ayla Rowan. Mate of Alpha Cade Thorne,” she said with a small smirk. “Yes! That’s him—Cade,” Daniel exclaimed, relieved the conversation was going somewhere.

Seemingly hearing their laughter, Rowan turned around and looked slightly uneasy upon seeing them. "So, the president of NK Group spends his time off here, coaxing his girlfriend to eat?" Yaslyn teased. Since the kidnapping incident, Yaslyn and Rowan's relationship had surprisingly warmed up. Rowan retorted, "The president of Lukesh Group also isn't working, spending her days with her boyfriend, isn't she?" Yaslyn rolled her eyes and changed the subject, "Enough chatter. I'm prepared to treat Aaliyah. Are you ready?" Aaliyah quickly avoided Rowan's offered bowl and approached Yaslyn. "I'm ready. I won't have the spaghetti, Rowan."

Rowan moved to her side then stood protectively in front of her and stared at the elders. The rest of our group came to a stand next to us. “I don't care about what just happened.” Rowan started, his voice calm. “In case you don't know, Kaida is my mate and if any of you tries to lay a finger on her you'll answer me.” Kael laid a hand on his shoulder, his expression filled with curiosity and respect. “I don't think anyone is threatening Kaida, Prince Rowan. They just want answers, there's no denying that what we just saw was quite… strange.”

Rowan murmured, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the localized fog of her anxiety like a beacon, “we walk them on the same line, Elara. I am not going anywhere.” Elara leaned into his chest, her fingers clutching the heavy wool of his tunic as if she could pull his certainty directly into her own veins. The truth of the lineage would eventually have to be faced when the child was born into the light of the northern court. But tonight, under the watchful eyes of the alliance and the fading embers of the festival, she refused to let the ghost of Kaelen dictate the rhythm of her heart or the safety of her sanctuary. She was locked to Rowan now—by law, by desire, and by the sheer force o

And Nate, injured, underestimated, finally fully awake, just used ink and wax to break an army’s spine. I look at Adrian, and the bond between us hums with the same conviction in both our blood: This ends now. Not next week. Not “eventually.” Now. Because if Rowan has any last trick left, it’s going to be aimed at the only thing he hasn’t managed to steal yet. Our choice.

Then one name stopped me cold. Rowan and Elaine. The confirmation had been penned in fresh ink at the bottom of the list, accompanied by their official seal. They had accepted the invitation. Officially. Publicly. A chill slithered down my spine, sharper than any blade. Rowan—my once-trusted commander turned rival, whose ambitions had nearly cost me everything during the border wars. And Elaine, his cunning wife, whose smiles hid fangs sharper than any wolf’s. Their presence at the coronation was no gesture of loyalty. It was a declaration.

“He is going to have Kael’s big ego and Rowan’s sharp tongue.” “That sounds like a very dangerous mix for our pack den,” Seraphine jokes, sipping her warm drink by the fire. “It sounds totally perfect to my heart,” Rowan says, and her beautiful face leans in to press a sweet kiss right on my cheek. ROWAN ASHCROFT POV “Do you remember the first time my boots walked into your office at the Thornridge Tower, Kael?” I ask my mate late that night, our frames lying flat on the big mattress on the floor of the Alpha’s Sky Den.

“It’s been a week. We haven’t heard anything from Rowan. “I have to go out and find out what happened. “We can’t hide here forever. Our children will eventually have to return to their clans.” Kael was sitting beside my body, slowly combing my hair. He did not even look up. “Do you think you can leave this sanctuary without Rowan to guide you?” Fenrir frowned. “What do you mean?” Kael finally lifted his eyes. There was no warmth in them. “Rowan’s revenge was never meant only for the shifters outside.” “It includes us. “In his eyes, every one of us helped destroy Ayla.