Cronus Rhea Novels & Stories

Chad said. “okay, bottom line is, Rachael Roux is not CIA”. “damn! ...who’s she then?” Chinny paused and inhaled deeply. “ she is Medusa” Chad felt a warm wave of fear run from the scalp of his head to the sole of his feet. He didn’t know how to react to that. Rachael Roux is not CIA and Chinny had sold Troy to Medusa?! Medusa might not need The Triangle as much as it did before now.

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

“Ash won’t see it coming. She’s too busy watching the throne, guarding what she stole. But if we move in silence, gather the right wolves, strike with purpose—” “She’ll crumble,” he finished, nodding. “But you can’t do it alone.” “I’m not planning to.” And that’s when I told him about her. Her name was Rhea. Exiled years ago for questioning the council. Feared for her brutal tactics. Revered by the few who knew her as The Crimson Fang. I met her once, before my Luna days, in the shadows of a bloodied battlefield. She was wild, feral, beautiful in the way storms are—untamed and deadly. And I remembered thinking, this is the kind of woman who could shatter mountains if she chose to.

she cries harder. Only a few steps away is Reza. He is now running towards her. Her back is turned towards her but he's able to feel the pain in her distant voice. "Hang on, Alicia I'm coming," he says in a low voice. The heavy metal rod cranks on the ground. Alicia looks up to see the cart's driver holding a black iron spear in his hand. Two men stand beside him. Their helmets up to the nose are revealing their teeth celebrating with evil smiles.

She keeps her eyes on Maddox, waiting for something—a crack, a flicker, her name, one breath of recognition strong enough to save them both. Nothing comes except the Alpha’s cold control and the wolf’s silent violence beneath it. Rhea lifts her chin before anyone can see it tremble. “I’m Rhea Moonmere,” she says, her voice carrying through the corridor. “I’m your wife. I’m your Luna. And whatever has been done to you, to this pack, to me, it hasn’t erased the truth.” A ripple passes through the servants. Maddox does not answer, but his wolf growls again, so low and broken that every person in the corridor hears it.

The pack's heartbeat resonated through the night, unaware of the storm brewing within its core. Arriving at the doctor's office, I listened intently to the muffled conversation inside. "Congratulations alpha, your mistress is pregnant," the doctor advised, his voice a whisper carried by the wind. I could do nothing but watch as my heart plummeted at the news of Lyra's pregnancy. *** The pain was relentless, an unbearable ache that gripped me. Tears streamed down my face, a silent cascade of sorrow. Memories of the day I married Lucian resurfaced—the disapproving glances, the whispers that an omega like me should never be Luna . Should never be queen, I was unfit to take that position.

I frown at the thought, my cock hardening again. "Arabella?" "A second." She’s almost voiceless, but I hear her and I swallow several times as I continue to stare at her, my cock growing harder by the second. Before I can, however, fist it in my hand the second time, she shuffles and the camera is back to her face. Her post-orgasm face doesn’t do less damage than seeing her soaked pussy. Her cheeks are bright red—I can clearly make out the color this time—and her eyes are wide, the brown sparkling.

Lyra reached my side, and I took her hand, raising it slightly as the applause began to subside. “Tonight,” I said, addressing the crowd once more, “we celebrate not only Lyra’s return but also the future of our pack. The goddess has blessed us with a gift, a sign of hope and prosperity.” I turned to Lyra, who gave me a small nod before stepping back toward the entrance. A moment later, she returned, cradling our son, Leo, in her arms. The sight of them together was enough to silence the crowd, the air thick with awe and reverence.

After a few minutes, the pain recessed, like a hand once clutching the insides of my stomach just decided to have pity on me and unclench its hard hold, the pain reducing in waves. I stared at the remaining content in the cup, my mouth twisting wearily from side to side as I pushed it forward away from me, not having anything left in me to stomach the remaining content. It's just a little, anyways. I picked my phone up and searched for all Lana Del Ray songs available on my phone and arranged them side by side before connecting my phone to the Bluetooth fixed into the huge set in the sitting room. Lana Del Ray soft voice started drifting out from the speakers, the beats vibrating loudly and