Daemon Rhaenyra Fanfic Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 36— Devil’s Incarnate. KYRA The hall was as quiet as a graveyard. I could feel the way the air pressed heavily against my skin. Even the most arrogant Alphas had gone unnaturally still. My gaze shifted until it settled on Alpha Damon. My father’s arch-enemy. Eric’s cohort and best friend. I like to call them ‘brothers in cruelty’ because they shared the same evil thoughts. If Eric was the blade, Damon was the hand steadying it.

********** It was late into the night when I returned back to the room. Darana was fast asleep on the bed and I crouched closer. I watched her sleeping face and sighed as I was filled with a strange sense of content. Her long raven black hair sprayed all over the pillows. Her long lashes casted a soft shadow on her face. But her lips drew me in. I still remembered the taste of them when she kissed me in the bathroom. She had stood on her toes and pleaded with me not to hurt her sister. The look in her eyes had been my undoing and it took me every ounce of self control I had not to take her there and then.

Oh my goddess, please open the ground and let it swallow me up right now! I am sitting on top of a naked man right now and his thing is assaulting my centre. The only thing I can do is sit stiffly without any movements as my heart fights to burst out of my chest. More Lycan men enter the arena and sit on some empty chairs while my father stands helplessly at the side next to his throne, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t do anything anyway. Not with me being in Roy’s grasp. “Now that everyone is here, Ernard, there are some things we need to agree to, now that your daughter will be staying in my Lycan pack.” Roy begins to speak while he’s arrogantly sprawled out on my father’s throne.

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

Hannah. One of her former bullies. Hannah’s long, golden-brown hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her expensive outfit—designer, no doubt—clung to her perfectly sculpted frame. She carried herself with the same confidence she had always flaunted in the past, her lips painted a striking red. But when her gaze landed on River, her perfectly composed expression cracked. Shock widened her eyes, her mouth parting slightly. Alpha Leister barely noticed. With a proud smile, he gestured toward her. “Ah, my daughter, Hannah. Come, meet Alpha Ryker and his…” He hesitated just briefly before finishing, “…his girlfriend, River.”

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

Alpha Axel nodded in approval before I could try protesting, immediately the door flung open revealing Davina as she walked in trailing behind Hailey and Hilary. “Great, just in time,” Alpha Axel smiled. “ Davina take care of Rachel, I will send some guards immediately.” He said, smiling at me as I forced a brief smile. “ Let's go” he left as the rest trailed behind. I stared at Arya with a hostile glare as she walked away, pausing at the door she turned to me with a smirk on her face as she gave me a cold glare before shutting the door. Fear crept up my spine as memories of Athena's face smirking, having an exact resemblance to Arya. She was Athena.

Aynyra awoke in Rhaenyx's bed. Rhae was snoring softly, her body still and relaxed. Aynyra watched as Rhae's chest slowly moved up and down, with no tension in her face. Aynyra looked to the ceiling, before sighing softly. Somehow, she felt pity in the depths of her subconscious. It's what caused her to stay the night. She had no knowledge of why she was so comfortable with the murderer lying beside her. That murderer was now her mother. When she made that realisation, Aynyra sat up and slipped out of bed, hurrying to the bookcase where she had left the potions book the night before. She hurried out of the room, softly opening the door, without realising that Rhae's chest had stopped rising

She aforementioned, sardonically. Drake stopped walking and glanced at her. “They had their vacation until I let them back in my house. You’re my slave, so do not defy my commands,” he answered coldly before walking out of the maid’s room. After failing twice, Drake put her in the maid’s room. Emily went back to bed, but Leia interrupted her thoughts. ‘Get up, Emily. The Alpha King is getting pissed right now,’ she informed. ‘Let him. I don’t care,’ bluntly she replied.