Dom And Rhea Novels & Stories

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,"

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

To scream, to fight, to destroy anything that dared name me a monster. But deep inside… I felt it. The cracking. The unraveling. The slow, terrifying awakening. --- Damon stepped closer, his hand hovering near mine but not touching. Not yet. “What did you mean, Rhea?” he asked, voice low. Steady. But I could feel the tension in him. The fear. “What did Kael do to you?” I looked at him, and for the first time, I saw it. Not just the warrior. Not just the king.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

Rhea looked at me and said, "Oh, is that…your ex-husband? Do you want to talk to him?" I didn’t reply. Rhea, looking over my shoulder, said, "Shit, I—I think he is coming… He's coming over here." I thought she was lying. Just trying to rile me up. Slowly, I looked over my shoulder and saw that Dominic was walking toward us, his eyes locked on mine. And without thinking, acting on pure instinct, I pushed Rhea out of the way and bolted.

Theon breathed, his gaze narrowing. The two armies crashed into each other, a wave of anarchy and brutality. The air rang with the growling of wolves, with snapping bones, with a war that would remake all. Rhea, on the battlefield, fought with a fierce beauty. She was a force of nature, her blades flashing lightning-fast and deadly. She was no longer the cowering Omega. She was a queen. A warrior. A force of nature. Her eyes, cold and fiercely determined, scanned the battlefield. She was looking for him. She was looking for her mate.

Before I could stop her, she snatched it away, scanning the contents with theatrical interest. "Oh, Sophia." She drew out my real name like a weapon. "Still not pregnant? After all these months?" Her laugh was like breaking glass. "Poor thing. It must be like being married to a corpse." "Give that back." "You know what I heard?" She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard Vito Romano can't actually father children. Something about the accident. Damaged goods, if you know what I mean." My blood ran cold.