Borderland Rhys Novels & Stories

The guards stepped in the car and the driver started to drive out of the academia territory while the guard who was on the passenger seat looked at the front window, I glanced beside me and saw the prince getting inside, Rhyker pulled out his phone to text someone, suddenly I was feeling lonely. "Start talking." He said abruptly, making me move my legs. "What do you want me to talk about?" I looked at him, his side face always captivated my eyes. He was wearing the uniform, but then the emerald necklace that is supposed to be around his neck was on his forehead. His messy and brown hair was covering his forehead. It seems like my eyes are always drawn to him. "I love how you are staring at m

The now invisible mark he left on my palm throbbed. I wanted to know why it affected me that way. I'd never had any relationship with the old Alpha. I'd just met him for the first time yesterday. I was deep in sorrow when something occurred to me. “Who hasn't left the dungeon?”I question. Lex looks away and I turn to Kaden who looks like he wants to rip Lex's head off. “There was a rogue who strayed too close to our border last night. Rhys caught him.” “So he's back?” I asked.

Not a second later I got a mind link from Jason. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border into the packlands.” { Alexander } I ripped the throat out of another rogue and took a breath as I glanced around at the battlefield. It was a mess of hundreds of dead bodies, most from the rogues but enough from our side that I was pissed. I could feel them and their auras leaving and each time I felt a tether break I went on a rampage. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border in the packlands” Jason’s mindlink hit me at the same time Raine’s did.

His men said he carried the weight of three packs on his shoulders, but in truth he carried something heavier the ghost of a woman’s scent, still fresh in his mind after so many years. The pines rustled. A darker shape came through the trees, all restless strength and wild eyes. Rhydan. He didn’t bother with a cloak, his chest bare, skin marked by claw scars that told stories of battles he refused to hide. His growl rolled low before words came. “She’s close. I feel it in my blood.” Kaelor did not move, though his hand tightened at his side. “Patience, Rhydan. Feeling is not finding.”

“You will.” And as the figures in the mist drew closer, my pulse quickened—half from fear, half from the realization that whatever came next, none of us would leave this moment unchanged. The shapes in the mist sharpened—five, maybe six figures, moving fast and low. My stomach knotted. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. Rhys drew his blade with a whisper of steel, his stance shifting, steady and practiced. “They’re not border patrol,” He muttered. “Too quiet.”

This is madness. As the moon rose, we reached the edge of Rhydian's territory. A narrow, rushing river marked the border. On the other side, the trees looked darker, older. Rhydian stopped at the water's edge. He turned to face us. "Across this river is unclaimed land. Then, the Northern Marches. The Council's eyes are everywhere there. From here on, we are hunters and prey. Stay sharp. Stay quiet." He stepped into the cold water, not hesitating. We all followed. The water was freezing, shocking my legs. I slipped on a rock, but a strong hand grabbed my elbow. It was Leo.

There was pain in my body that wasn't from the cuts. No, this pain was worse. It felt like an unseen hand was squeezing my heart. The attack on the border was very bad, and now we have to clean up the mess. I saw limped wolves everywhere. Some had cuts that would take days to heal, and others were carrying the weight of their grief more than any wound. When I looked at Rhys, his jaw was so clenched that I thought it might break. He was in the middle of everything, strong and in charge, but I could tell he was tired because of the look in his eyes.

You’re on Ashdale land. I know. ‘Ashcroft and Ashdale aren’t exactly friendly.’ I know that too. So, what are you doing on my border at, He looks at the sky four in the morning, bleeding, running from rogues?’ I look at him. I decide, with the particular clarity that comes from having nothing left to lose, to simply tell the truth. My pack cast me out. The rogues were already following me when I crossed the border. I apologize for the trespass. He looks at me for a moment. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Lyra Voss.’

Next to him stood several high-ranking border scouts, their arms crossed, looking at her with a lethal, calculating hunger. Malakor caught her eye and offered a slow, mocking tilt of his head. It was a silent promise: *You haven't escaped us yet.* Sensing her sudden tension, Rhys didn't hesitate. He didn't just walk past the media; he completely hijacked the narrative. With a smooth, powerful movement, Rhys pulled Agnes flush against his chest. His free hand came up, his massive, scarred fingers wrapping gently around the nape of her neck, tilting her head back. The sheer speed of his movement took her breath away, her chest slamming against his solid, formal jacket.

“Guards! Escort this.... creature to the border. See that he never sets foot in BlackClaw territory again. If he does, kill him on sight.” Two of the larger Betas from Lisa’s group, their faces set in grim lines, stepped forward. They grabbed Rhys by the arms. He didn’t fight them. He was too broken, too defeated. He just stared at me, his eyes hollow, his mouth working soundlessly. As they dragged him away, through the silent, watching pack, the full weight of his punishment seemed to crush him. He was sobbing, great, ragged, pathetic sobs. I turned my back on him, on my past, and walked back to Austin. The deed was done. My revenge, cold and precise and utterly devastating, was complete.