Cronus Rhea Novels & Stories

Janie Crane After the council meeting ended with the elders, I grabbed Rhea by her arm and grabbed her into an empty corridor after everyone had dispersed. Only one elder stayed back because they were waiting for the pack nurse or doctor to come and take the child's sample. "What the hell was that?" I hissed, my voice just below a whisper. "They're going to make you Luna? That wasn't part of the plan." That was when Rhea's expression lifted into something smug, changing from the lonely fragile woman she had been some minutes ago, and I just realized coldly that I was dealing with a snake.

“There was a woman with black hair and a death’s head moth on the front of her dress by the drinks, l saw with my own eyes as she moved her hand over a glass that was given to the Luna, l think she put something in it “, “Death’s Head Moth? That was the family crest for….”, My eyes I’mmediately swapped up to the crowd and l scanned every face of the noble shewolves until when I found her. “Rhea, is she that woman?”, I pointed and Rhea spun around. “Yes Alpha, she is the one who put something in the drink”, She nodded her head vigorously.

The mood in the room was tense and heavy. Before I could react, Jora stepped up and angrily said, “Before you came back, Fiona and I got along just fine. I was even happy for her when I found out she was pregnant. “But ever since you came back, she lost the baby!” Tears ran down her face as she added, “I don’t care if you yell at me and treat me badly, but how could you hurt Mr. Jefferson’s child?” Everyone went quiet. I forced myself to stay calm and looked straight at Nigel.

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

We're still in the canteen, eating our lunches and I can't stop laughing between Rhea and Jordan's argument between who's husband Chris Hemsworth is, clearly the two of them are just some delusional idiots. "Excuse you! You were just a pubic hair when I saw Chris! So he's mine!" Rhea exclaimed with a smirk on her face. Jordan laughed bitterly and crossed his arms. "I beg your pardon, Rhe-a, you were just a a sperm and an egg cell when I saw Chris! So you better back of girl or I'll put you back into your mother's womb," Jordan fires back.

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

"Rhea, wake up." ***

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Rhea roared, shifting into her massive white wolf form mid-leap. ​The chamber exploded into violence. The Silver Bane warriors fought with a desperation born of knowing their home was being digested from the inside out. Rhea was a whirlwind of white fur and silver-tipped claws, tearing through the scaled monsters with a ferocity that made even Marcus hesitate for a second.

Rhea says as she wraps her arm around mine. “I am not talking to you. I’m talking to Alpha Enrique. Please remember your place and don’t interrupt me.” Kataleya’s eyes flash pink and I almost smirk. Damn, that’s hot. But can I really put it down to jealousy? I don’t know… Rhea frowns, her hand tightening on my arm. “I am to be his luna, the Reina of El Rey Carmesí, so please know your place.” Kataleya arches one of those perfect brows and I turn my attention to those breasts again. I wish I could take a picture… my arm moves, and I instantly push the thought away.