Borderland Rhys Novels & Stories

Blood is dripping from her neck, ruining my floor. “She crossed the border” Lori responded. “Now, why would she do that?” I mumbled, inspecting the girl. Her eyes lightly flutter open and as if on instinct the two warriors tighten the grip on her arms. She lets out a groan before her head slightly lifts and when her eyes fall on me, they instantly go wide. “Alpha!” she said, her voice actually clear. “Well if it isn’t our little escapee” “I… I…” “You sure know how to create trouble for yourself don’t you” I lift her chin up with my fingers, inspecting her scared, but somehow determined face.

“I’ve attended every year for the past three years, and I don’t intend to stop now.” Rhys’s gray eyes flickered. He was a little younger than Booth—maybe early thirties, with thick black hair, eyes the color of gunmetal, and a broad, muscled frame that towered over Bridget’s leggy grace, even when she wore heels. Dark stubble shadowed his chin, and a small, jagged scar slashed across his left eyebrow. Without the scar, he would’ve been disconcertingly gorgeous; with it, he was still disconcertingly gorgeous, but also dangerous. More menacing.

I asked. “I’m a border guard at the moment,” he said. Beside me, I felt Alexander stiffen slightly. The Oak Pack’s territory was to the north of Alexander’s, and one of three territories that directly bordered the Roguelands. Being a border guard there was an incredibly dangerous job. “That’s impressive,” Alexander said, his voice serious now. “Thank you for your work.” Carlos shifted uncomfortably, mumbling a response I couldn’t quite catch. “He gets nervous when you praise him,” Fiona said with a fond smile, nudging him playfully.

I froze with even more dread on seeing who it was. Rhys. I’d heard stories of him. The Rogue Alpha. The one who was rumored to rule the borderlands with his own law. He was drop-dead gorgeous as the tales read, almost as much as he was scary. Looked like he emerged right from the front page of a horror story, and he was the hottest villain in the book. “You’re in my boundary,” He spoke flatly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Give me one reason not to kill you right now.”

A friend of mine helped me connect with a great lawyer called Rivas Jones. The name seemed to ring a bell, but I did not think too much of it. However, when we met in the cafe, he called out my name, “Naomi?” I was stunned as I stared at the sharply-dressed man before me. “Do I know you?”

Although this wasn't the first time, he'd had a panic attack In front of me, this was the first time Rhysand had let his walls down, I could understand to an extent what made his head tick and it excited me. I glanced at him as I drove. The smooth hum of the engine was swallowed by the soothing words of the gale. The album itself was a welcomed shock. “I didn't know you listened to music like this?” I asked, surprise evident in my voice, “First Elvis now Gale, what next?” Rhysand, smiled softly his ears burned, “What can I say, I'm a man of many mysteries.” “That's exciting i hope to see more of it soon—only the good kind though.”

Xayden’s POV I watched in stunned disbelief as Rhys crossed the final line. My blood roared in my ears, a feral growl rumbling deep in my chest as he dared—dared—to lay his filthy hands on my mate. Rhys moved with brazen defiance, his hands sliding to Bolt’s waist as if he had the right, as if I wasn’t standing right here. And then he did it—he pulled Bolt to him, pressing their bodies flush together. His lips descending on Bolt’s with a reckless, fiery fervor, his boldness igniting like gasoline on an open flame.

he suggested. “Exactly. But what realm? Is it some kind of other dimension? A parallel universe?” He tugged at my chain. I stumbled towards him, gritting my teeth in anger as he smirked. He rose, towering over me. “Have you ever stood upon the sea strand, Callie? Your feet touch the earth, but waves kiss your skin- you are neither on the ocean nor the land. It is a between-place, a place of change and ever-shifting sand. Footprints vanish; the tide advances, then recedes. That is the nature of the Border,” he said sagely.

And I'd destroyed it all with one lie of omission. "She'll understand," Rhys said, though he didn't sound convinced. "When we explain—" “What if she doesn't?” "She will. She has to. We're mates!" “The mate bond doesn't matter if she doesn't trust me.“ Rhys went quiet. Because he knew I was right. It was past noon by the time I reached Ravenwood’s territory. The guards at the border step out as I approach, hands raised. "State your business," one of them said.

"I will. The connection is strong today. I can sense Elio's thoughts bleeding through. The trap is set. We go together or we do not go at all." We rode to the border at dawn. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the promise of violence. Jax Thorn waited on the other side with his guards, his smug face illuminated by the rising sun. The two alphas faced each other across the invisible line that divided their territories. Jax smiled, his voice dripping with false pleasantry. "Rhydian. You look tired. The pack is falling apart without proper leadership. Give me the borderlands. Save yourself the trouble. You know it is the right choice."