Are Rowan And Aelin Related Novels & Stories

The moment Elena's name was involved, she always paid attention, whether she wanted to admit it or not. “How is that your business?” Rowan asked. “My sister.” Elaine didn't look away. “I have every right to know.” For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Students continued moving through the courtyard around them, completely unaware of the tension hanging between the two. Rowan considered brushing her off, but the look on her face stopped him. Whatever issues existed between the sisters, Elaine cared. Rowan let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “Seraphine is targetting your sister.”

“Personal ones.” Alec listens, his eyes steady, his body drawn tight beneath a terrifying stillness. “Who?” “Rebel aligned,” Rowan says. “The kind that doesn’t belong in a room with an Alpha’s inner circle.” Alec nods once. The air in the room seems to grow colder. “She used Ivy’s name,” Rowan adds. The words land like a sentence. Alec thanks him, the weight of the moment passing between them without ceremony. Rowan leaves, knowing Alec will move faster than questions ever could.

“By packs who mistook balance for weakness.” Elara swallowed. “If these bloodlines were wiped out, why does this matter now?” Rowan finally met her gaze fully. “Because they weren’t wiped out,” he said. “They went underground. Intermarried. Hid. Waited.” A cold awareness slid down her spine. “You think I’m connected to this?” she said quietly. Rowan did not answer right away. Instead, he moved around the table and stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel the steady strength of him, the restraint.

Others studied her openly, calculating where she now fit in their hierarchy. Aven stood near the training grounds, white dress replaced with deep crimson — deliberate, bold. She did not approach Elara and she did not have to. Her stare said enough. Rowen emerged from the main hall shortly after. Their eyes met instantly. The bond surged — not chaotic now, but certain. He crossed the distance between them with measured strides. The pack parted instinctively. “Elara,” he said quietly.

"Do we have a deal, Elder? My life for theirs." Eric looked at me, then at Rowan’s trembling hands, and finally at Sarlen’s seizing form on the table. A slow, victorious smile pulled at his mouth. "You possess far more survival instinct than your healer father, Adele. We have a deal." He glanced over my shoulder at his men. "Disarm the former King and put the suppression chains on the girl." "I will tear apart the first man who steps forward," Rowan warned, trying to slide back in front of me, but his left knee visibly wobbled. The black poison from his earlier episode was actively draining him.

"I'm your friend before I'm your commander, Cassian. You know that. But right now I need to speak as both, because what's happening here is bigger than just your heart." "I know." "Do you?" Rowan leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Because from where I'm sitting, you've spent ten years building alliances on careful, deliberate choices. Marriage offers you turned down for political reasons. Treaties you negotiated for years before signing. And now, the biggest bond a King can form, happening in a matter of weeks, with a woman whose bloodline nobody can fully verify yet." "Elowen believes she knows exactly whose bloodline it is."

She was ordered to sleep with the enemy and give him a child. Elowen only wanted to protect her brother but when the Northern King decides the only way to break the captured Southern Alpha Prince is through blood, she becomes the sacrifice. Kade Sorin hates every wolf in the North. He would rather die than submit… yet he cannot stop watching the quiet girl who keeps feeding him and looking at him with something close to kindness. What starts as a cruel order turns into a dangerous obsession. Five years later, Kade returns as the most powerful Alpha in the South. This time, Elowen is the one in chains and he has no intention of letting her go.

he growled, the vibration of his voice rattling the glass windows. Rowan stepped forward instantly, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression painted with profound guilt. "High Alpha... it was entirely my fault. I was showing Elowen the winter roses, and she lost her footing on the courtyard ice near the basin. I should have held her arm. I am deeply, deeply sorry." Caelan didn't even look at Rowan. He strode across the room, his massive frame towering over the bed as he looked down at me. "Elowen," he commanded softly, his golden eyes searching mine with fierce intensity. "Tell me."

“Aria.” “Rowan,” Alden warned. “What?” Rowan asked. “I just wanted to see her up close before the council tries to dress her in fourteen layers of silk and call the question closed.” He pushed off the pillar and sauntered closer. Up close, the resemblance was almost worse. Same eye color, but with more mischief. Same mouth, but looser. Same bone structure, softened by a rogue’s grin instead of a prince’s line. He circled me once, slow and obvious.

"Yes! You and I, we're perfect together! You are my soulmate —come to me! Let's take it all! Let's become one! Let's be unstoppable!" I stared at him, disgust curling in my stomach. "Do you hear yourself? I am releasing bullets into your body. You're thinking of still having me? How sick are you? How obsessed are you with me? You took everything from me. And somehow you think I would want to spend the rest of my life with you?" Kael's voice was weaker now, but still defiant. "Elara, what about our children?" Ronan answered before I could. "It is taken care of. They are safe."