Attachments Rainbow Rowell Novels & Stories

The coffeeshop was connected to a flowershop and a bookshop, and this place is my ultimate heaven. My phone vibrated, and I didn't need to check who it was. Rowan had been bombarding me with calls and messages non-stop since four days ago. But I didn't bother to answer any of them. I know Rowan likes to shatter anyone’s peace of mind. He likes to beg without making commitments to the things he begged for. Filling my nose with the aroma of the tea, I needed this time to think and find myself, away from Rowan's lies and the painful memories from the Moonstone Pack. I was already fixated on the werewolf erotic romance book I was reading when someone called my name.

His chest was not huge, but solid. Real. “You fainted pretty hard.” “What…..” “The bonds.” Rowan was leaning against the wall, red hair draped all over his broad sexy shoulders, arms crossed over his bare huge chest. No shirt , just jeans. I blushed and looked away, trying not to look at his abs, or the tatoo over his ribs and shoulders. Red hair fell in his eyes. “Hit you like a truck, huh?” The bonds. Right. Four golden threads connecting me to four strangers.

A deep growl echoed through the forest. The warriors froze. I held Ryder tighter. Kael moved in front of us. “Everyone stay together.” The ground beneath our feet began glowing. A circle of silver light formed around me. Around Ryder. Around Kael. And then…A second circle appeared several feet away. Inside it stood Rowan. Alive. Unharmed. But his eyes were completely silver. I screamed. “ROWAN!” He looked at me. Then smiled. But it wasn’t my son’s smile.

Aaron felt like the last man standing—and wasn't that ironic for a warrior who'd survived countless battles? He wasn't bitter about it. Not really. But he was acutely, almost painfully aware that he was the only one of his inner circle who remained unmated. Ash—his cousin, his brother in all but blood—had found his mate. Raven had claimed Aurelia, Aaron's baby sister, in a bond so fierce it still made the air crackle around them. Even the pack warriors who'd arrived as broken, damaged souls had somehow found their other halves here in the Shadow Claw territory.

“Even after I called you a stranger.” “I’ll always come back,” Talia said, tears streaming freely now. “Every single time, whether you remember me or not.” Rowan took one slow step forward, then another, and finally closed the distance between them, falling into her mother’s arms after eleven years of silence finally broken. I looked at Elena, at Wren, at the valley slowly settling around us as packs began the long process of processing everything they’d just witnessed, and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, something that might actually have been peace.

Grandma stopped weaving the shawl and went to her bedroom. She opened the drawer and pulled out the hunter's book. “She will smell differently, the moment she meets him. The smell won't be the one you can identify,” Grandma read. Her heart squeezed in pain as she reread the statement. She feared Aubrey knowing the truth that concerns her, the family and the ring that she had forced her to put it on every day. ‘Was she really smelling differently?’ she wondered.

Glancing down, I spot his pathetic caller rune. I slide my heavy hips back into a resting posture, tapping the stone. "Speak." "Stop unleashing your shadow warriors against my pack, Eloise!" Rowan frantically begs through the line, his alpha pride completely dead as his voice trembles. "My muzzle is entirely willing to admit my claws were wrong. Let us reconcile our heat and return to the same bedding furs. Our skins shared so many beautiful, explicit memories under the winter moon. Are your human lips truly willing to watch my entire empire turn to ash?"

she explains and he nods his head in understanding. " but this is not all about Zoe, it's about you, Arabella..." she didn't know what to say, and just sobs silently...Rowan didn't want to persist, at this point, she needs someone to lend her a shoulder to cry on and that's exactly what he is going to do...he pulls her in for a hug and pats her on her head...

Rowen whispered to me. “I…uh….yeah…I…um…I got your something. I hope you like it.” I whispered, and with shaking hand, gave him the necklace. Rowen took it gently, and let it dangle in front of us. I could tell he was looking at the charm that was twisting around. Eventually he took the arm he had around my waist, and stopped it from spinning so he could look at it. I watched as he flipped it back, and forth. I hadn’t realized there was something on the back of the charm as well. On the opposite side of the wolf howling at the moon, were two wolves snuggling together. I didn’t know how I missed that.

Three enormous mana wolves bare their fangs. Their combined aura darkens the sky. Asgard steps beside Celeste. Ezra and Bronze move behind us. Four against three. The battle begins. Amara lunges first. Celeste meets her head-on. Their bodies collide with a deafening boom. Sara attacks Ezra. Bronze intercepts Elara before she reaches me. Within my mind, I whisper, "Rowan..." Rowan’s deep voice answers through our mate bond. "I'm here. We will end this together."