Novel & Cerita Feyre And Rhysand Fanfiction

The way he tilted his head, the glint of disdain in those storm-gray eyes, it was pure, unspoken threat. A promise of what would happen if Allister pushed just a fraction too far. Allister stood tall, refusing to step back. Posturing. Two alphas, locked in silence. No words, just presence and power. But the worst—best—part? It wasn’t for him. It was for me. Rhysand wasn’t claiming dominance over Allister, he was claiming me. His energy wound around me, pulled at my skin, my breath, the aching heat that coiled low in my body, and fuck, my body responded.

Dymon’s POV Once Feyre clung to me, she didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t claim to dislike it, so being the hedonistic creature I was, I eagerly indulged her, slipping my arm around her waist so I could draw her even closer— as close as I could get away with in polite company like this. I ignored the dirty looks the half-breed Elvin witch sent my way, glancing down at Feyre instead. Her purple eyes, brighter and richer somehow, neigh pulsed back at me.

Hayden Andrea had come running later out of the house and into the front yard, begging me to stop. “Hayden, calm down. Please…think this over,” she said and it pained me to be disrespectful to her. But, I couldn’t tolerate her husband anymore. “I am thankful for everything you have done so far for me and my sister, but now I want you to let us go.” She came forward and grabbed me by the shoulders, “Are you insane? You know there are territories everywhere and how rogues get treated. Do you want to throw yourself and your sister to them to tear you both apart?”

I saw Tyson approach and open space between the people, he looked at me, and I could see how between his lips, he said to me," What are you doing?" I looked at my father, who didn't understand my words; Silvana was as if this was a tragedy and Elora, was looking for Lanox, who I'm sure was still in the office, showing Arya how important she is to him. "Owen has proposed me to be his mate, his wife, his Muse, and I have accepted; Count Owen of Caranthir will become my consort king," I said, and he placed his hand around my waist, showing he was with me.

“We’re in the middle of a crisis. We should be focused...” “On what? Sitting here staring at security feeds, waiting for something to happen?” I pull back enough to meet his eyes. “I’m tired of letting Kevin control my life, Rhys. Tired of every decision being about him, about the Anders family, about revenge.” My hands slide down his chest. “Right now, I just want to be here. With you. Is that allowed?” He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes, the calculating CEO who always plans ahead versus the man who clearly wants this just as much as I do.

I could feel the turmoil burning inside me slowly cool down, my hot deoxygenated lungs coming back to life. Rhys was right. Acting recklessly would only make the situation more tense. He was my best friend for a reason, and I am glad I had him. I moved my feet, heading towards the border without saying a thing. Rhys walked behind me, and I could see him smile with the tail of my eye. I was never going to abandon Freya, and this was now a war between heart and duty.

But who? "We need to hurry! Myst can't handle this pain any much longer, we must–!" Rhyme said anxiously with furrowed brows. He's greatly worried for Myst's well being. Right now, Myst is really deathly pale and her skin becoming cold as ice! He feared that something unexpectedly bad would happen any moment from now. Merely thinking about it, he felt a pang hitting in his chest. He can't take it! "I'm still thinking!" Brylle said, barely holding all his sanity from wrecking everything in sight. He felt his emotions becoming unstable. All he could think of is about taking away all Myst's suffering however he's entirely helpless and can't do it.

I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp. *** Tristan Cole Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.