Byleth X Rhea Novels & Stories

“Yes, mistress.” “Say it.” “You said I’m your toy,” he whispered. “But tonight… I belong to you and Rhea.” Her red lips curved. "Good. I want you to remember that." A knock at the suite door made him flinch. Paula didn’t move. “Come in.” Rhea entered in all black, tight leather pants, stilettos, a halter that exposed the swell of her breasts and the glint of a thin silver whip coiled at her waist. Her hair was pulled into a high knot, face glowing with anticipation.

I trust you," Rhea breathed, her voice a fragile thread in the massive room. She reached out with her right hand, her fingers curling tightly around his forearm, seeking his warmth in the cold luxury of the palace. Dominic carefully injected the glowing serum directly into the muscle of her injured shoulder. Rhea arched her back with a sharp, breathless gasp as the pure medicine went to work. The silver fluid surged through her damaged veins, generating an intense, localized heat that rapidly fused the torn flesh and sealed the ruptured blood vessels from the inside out. The color slowly began to return to her cheeks, the deep, rattling shiver in her chest finally settling into a calm, stead

Disappointed. But I see it. I see exactly what she’s doing. She’s reading Britney. Learning her patterns. Waiting for the right moment. Britney attacks again. A combination this time. Left swipe. Right swipe. Bite. Rhea dodges all three without breaking a sweat. Britney growls. Frustrated. King rumbles with approval. Smart. Our mate is smart. Britney charges again. Faster this time. More aggressive. Rhea keeps dodging. Her movements are smooth. Efficient. No wasted energy.

Her maids bowed to me and hurried after her. Once she was gone, Rhea finally lifted her head. Her eyes were glossy and frightened, and for some reason my whole body leaned forward in instinct. I reached for her again but she jerked back. “Stop drawing attention to me,” she whispered desperately. “Like you said, you’re an Alpha. And an Alpha shouldn’t be seen holding hands with an omega.” “You didn’t think of that when you were all over that little prick out in the open where anyone could see, did you?” I said, clenching my fists. No matter how much I tried to shove the thought away, that was all I saw.

Rhea said, her tone lazy but laced with razor-edged disdain, “If you were any more desperate, I’d have to offer you a tissue so you could wipe your brain, maybe then, you would be able to think better.” Xander blinked. I turned, just slightly, to see her wheel herself forward without hesitation. Her expression was unreadable, that cool, aloof face she wore like armor, but her eyes, her eyes were on fire. Xander’s smile returned, “Desperate? For what, sweetheart?” Rhea tilted her head, folding her arms loosely over her chest, “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. Your actions are screaming louder than your mouth ever could.” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “And what exactly are they screaming?”

Everyone's scents combining together in an enclosed area was almost more than I could handle, and the eyes of the retired members being fixated on me didn't help my nerves. I felt a hand on top of my leg, and Seth gave the space above my knee a reassuring squeeze as he cleared his throat. "I'm going to get right to it. For those who haven't met her yet, this is Rieka Androgeus. Rhi is not only my mate, but the daughter of John and Giselle, the Alpha and Luna of Gypsy Moon. Rhi, I'll start with the couple that have the patience of a Saint, Susan and Liam Reynolds, my parents' Betas and Damian's parents."

The whole place thrummed. But none of it mattered. Because she was here. Rhea walked at Callum’s side, chin up, shoulders tense, silver hair catching every flicker of firelight. The pull thrummed between us—quiet, unsettled, like her wolf couldn’t decide if she wanted to bolt or press into our shadows. Jaxon stalked just behind her, a whole storm wrapped in leather and silence. Seth swaggered like he was waiting for someone to pick a fight. And me? I hung back half a step behind them all, watching her like she was the only real thing in the Market.

He paused before continuing, "You already know the Rhea," "What are you talking about?" "According to the research, across the whole 100 packs in this world, there are only three Rheas," my heart thud heavily against my chest. Maybe another person, I just wished. "One is from the Northern pack beside the Crescent mountain and she was just born yesterday night," I sighed at the information, Daemon can't possibly be mated to a child that just came in last night. "And the other one is in Moonlight pack and around eight years old,"

Rhett When the world rights itself, the only thing anchoring me to reality is Brynlee—her body wound tight beneath me, her chest heaving, her eyes bright and wet and fixed on my face. The look she gives me is raw, stripped of all pretense, like she’s realized this is the only place she can breathe. Our bond is a living, seething thing, fresh and miraculous and a little bit terrifying. I don’t know where she ends and I begin, and I don’t want to find the line.

In an instant, Rhea rose onto her hind legs, confronting me with words of defiance, asserting that I would not achieve my desired outcome. Reacting quickly, I jumped over Rhea and grabbed hold of her tail, causing her to cry out in pain as I forcefully pulled her backwards and threw her into the nearby woods, resulting in her ribs cracking. Rhea fell to the ground with a loud thud, struggling to breathe and wincing in agony. Rhea and I circled each other, maintaining intense eye contact and growling aggressively. The sound of our growls echoed through the pack as everyone joined in with a collective howl.