Do Feyre And Rhysand Get Together นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hum against his chest and snuggle more into his chest, he pecks my forehead then adjusts me so I am more comfortable as he starts walking. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin as we walk and it feels great, being in Ezra’s arms like this. everything that was said before is lost to me, nothing compares to this, being in his arms, feeling his love for me through our bond. If really it was his family that was killing other pureblood lycans, then I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Relief flooding through her. He turned the moment she stepped out of the tree line, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. Neither of them hesitated. They moved at the same time, rushing toward each other across the way. When they met, Kaelan’s hands closed around her waist, pulling her into him with force. Lyra’s fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to him like she was making sure he was really there. “Little flame,” he breathed, his voice rough with fear and relief.

“Give him a group of young warriors. Let him work with them.” Remy nodded. “Yes. That would make him feel useful. Give him some authority.” “And if they both have something to do, they won’t spend too much time thinking about killing each other.” Remy tugged the cover over both of us and then pressed his lips to the top of my head. “You are truly wise, Freya.” It felt good to smile as I shut my eyes. “I’m just a mother who wants peace.” We lay there, not saying anything else but kissing. My heart didn’t feel as heavy anymore. Maybe this was going to work. Maybe this was the beginning of something good—for Mira and Kayden… and for all of us.

“I’m no one’s prize.” “No.” His gaze locks onto mine, gray eyes burning. “You’re their nightmare.” A twig snaps. We both tense, but it’s just a fox darting into the underbrush. Silas whimpers, his golden aura flickering like a dying candle. “We need to move,” I say, hoisting him into my arms. “They’re spent.” Ryland hesitates, then reaches for Selene. “Let me carry her.” I pull her closer. “I’ve got them.”

More fireworks exploded in the distance. "Do you know what I was reminded of when I saw you for the first time?" Rhys didn’t answer. "A Panther. You are just like it. Dark. Dangerous. Deadly." And I saw something snapping in his eyes. Rhys let out a low curse, turned, and yanked me to him, and I only had time to draw a quick breath before his hand fisted my hair and his mouth crashed down on mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, my body pliant underneath his. He tasted like mint and sugar, and at that moment, it became my favorite taste in the world.

They were like beasts fighting for dominance yet surrendering entirely to one another. When Maxton finally shuddered, release coursing through him, Dryann followed with a violent groan, spilling deep inside. He collapsed against him, chest heaving, both their bodies slick and trembling. For a long while, they only lay there, spent, panting, unwilling to break the fragile moment. Maxton slid down, resting his head against Dryann’s stomach. “You ruin me,” he whispered. Dryann’s hand brushed through his damp hair. “And you keep coming back.”

She always had my interest at heart. "Aria... You are a soft and reserved lady. If it's Arya, I would trust her to put Harriett in her place. But darling, you are more of a wallflower. You may not be able to handle Harriett. Moreso, we don't even know if Adrian feels the mate bond. You haven't told him right?" I shook my head slowly. I didn't want to admit the truth, but I had to. "I'm scared that he may not feel the mate bond. But..."

She also gave him a potion to drink, saying she prayed over it for protection. Even though he doesn't love Visha, she is his fated mate. He wouldn't want to die in battle and leave her all alone without a mate. Although he still feels guilty about the way he's treated Reyana, it wasn't his fault. Fate happened. "There will be no need for that," Randall scoffed. "Besides, this is meant to be a surprise attack. They'd all be dead before they'd have the chance to put their weapons together," he said with pride.

(Zyandra's POV) Rhett lay on the forest floor, his chest rising and falling unevenly, eyes half-closed, as though the night itself had drained him of his strength. I knelt beside him, my heart thudding in my chest. The anger that had fueled me moments ago was now tempered by something unfamiliar—pity, maybe, or the faintest flicker of doubt. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what had just happened. He had walked into a world he had no concept of, and I had nearly killed him in blind obedience to duty.

He licks mark, making me gasp in pleasure. “I remember this... I marked you in that forest over there... You tried to run away that day but you got your heat and I had to come help you... And one day we switched bodies and you had to mark me to switch back...” He beams as those memories come back to him. I smile. ”Yeah, I did,” I say, leaning in to suck on the mark on him. He groans, enjoying the euphoric sensation. His hands roam around my body as mine tangle up in his hair. Things were getting heated pretty quickly...