Feyd Rautha X Reader Novels & Stories

I haven't seen him since then so I haven't even gotten an explanation from him but seeing them like this now, I didn't need any more explanation. Funny of me to have thought Andy would actually like me instead of Raven. Yes, he has been my crush since we were kids and I liked him first but Raven was always more outspoken and likable than me. Plus, Andy isn't just anyone, he's alpha Georges son. Getting down from my stool, I went back to sit on my bed, trying to ignore the sounds that were coming from upstairs. I've never been with a man before but I wasn't so naive that I didn't know what those moans and clapping meant. They were definitely going so hard.

Tavian sat beside me, one hand still on my shoulder. Astarian stood near the desk, holding a glass of water. “What…” My voice came out hoarse. “What happened?” “You passed out,” Astarian said. He crossed the room and offered me the water. “In the alcove. After Rhydian—” He stopped himself. But the damage was done. Rhydian. The memory crashed over me like a wave. “I, Rhydian Frost, Alpha Heir of the Gravefang Pack, reject you—the wolfless charity case, Aurelian—as my fated mate.”

In one second, I could hear the flames exploding under my castle, in another, we were standing in what seemed to be a misty lake. “Open that damn gate, Vraxlon! "Faye grunted against that mass of fog before my eyes. "Or I swear on my immortality that I will devour this iron and spit it on your head.” Without any hurry, Vraxlon walked out of the water and put me on the ground. I straightened my shirt and pants with one hand, as I gave the other for him to guide me against the fog. Faye's hair appeared after a few steps, and I was really moved by the despair I felt in her, with the need to eat anything as soon as possible.

POV: Freya The silence that followed my desperate plea was deafening, cut only by the heavy drumming of the rain against the ground. The stranger didn't move. His iron grip remained clamped around my waist, keeping me pressed against his massive frame. Up close, his dark alpha scent was overwhelming, pure, unadulterated dominance laced with the sharp crispness of winter rain. It flooded my senses, momentarily clearing the thick, suffocating fog of the whiskey.

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I could swear in every sense that Rauth isn’t just having sex—he’s making love to me. But what is the subtle feeling? Just feels good but not right . When the wolf in him finally gives way to total satisfaction, and the Luna in me surrenders to the same, we lie spent, battered by ecstasy. It’s different—nothing like what I experienced with Varyn. Now lying side by side, his first words break the silence. “What do you say about my proposal?” I answer confidently: “Yes.” Rauth stirs, moving over me, and gently presses his fangs to my chest, marking me. As I glance down, I see it—his mark glowing faintly on my chest.

“My gaydar might be off, but my Faydar –“ I burst into laughter at the term, making him laugh as well. “That,” he continues, smiling at me, “is unfailingly accurate.” “All right, mind reader,” I say, wrapping one leg over his hip and using the leverage to turn him so that we’re face to face, my stomach pressed against his. “If you’re so clever, what is it that I want now?” “Easy,” Kent replies. “I can read you like a book, Fay. My favorite book, that I’ve read a thousand times and can never get enough of.” And then he presses his mouth to mine, answering my question with his actions instead of his words.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

Chapter 115 *Freya* I sat alone in my chambers, the morning light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. My mind couldn't help but wander back to the night before with Rafe. A blush crept up my cheeks as I thought about the way he had touched me, held me close, and whispered sweet things in my ear. He had taken me to heights I never thought were reachable, making every nerve in my body sing with pleasure. The memory of his hands on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I hugged myself tightly, feeling an overwhelming surge of love for him. Out of all the girls, he chose me. The thought made my heart swell with happiness.

“The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?” He leaned in. “I think it’s stagnation. We unleash AURA, and everything changes. The weak bow. The strong rise. And Kael’s line?” He smiled coldly. “Wiped from the map.” Fenrak looked down at the scroll, but he wasn’t seeing ink anymore. He was seeing her. Rhea. The way she’d looked at him after the fight. Confused. Angry. Scared. But curious. Something about her pulled at him like a tide. Not love. Not yet. But something he couldn’t name—and Varek was asking him to hand her over like a tool.