Novel & Cerita Feyre And Rhysand

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.

So now I'm trying to do whatever he wants and play his game, instead of having to watch the Big Man company go bankrupt and screw up. I have many friends there: Gabriel, Annie, Shasha, Dexter, Jane, and Cindy. I'm not going to make them suffer just because I'm too stubborn and don't want to lose to Rhysand del Millero. Even so, I know.. I know very well that behind all my struggles, there is a feeling of happiness because of him. A passion and attraction that is so strong from within me. I can't stop succumbing to his touch. Rhysand is a dangerous man I've always denied. And whatever awaits in the future, what happens to me because of him .. I can only believe that I can face it.

Felza. With my heart racing, I gasped and fell back a step. The group began to whisper in surprise. Rapidly, Rhys jumped in front of me and wrapped his body around me. He stuttered, "You're wrong." "felza is not yours." Fenris's smile grew bigger, showing sharp, dangerous teeth. She is, though. You see, she's different. Something you haven't done in very long. "What are you talking about?" Rhys lost it, and his hands clenched together.

I said and entered the property. I made my way quickly to the front door, which opened as soon as I stepped on the porch. The man in front of me wasn’t like the kings I knew back in the Alpha house. He was slight and not much taller than me. His look was almost feminine with a delicate heart-shaped face, full, round lips, and long lashes surrounding his ruby shaded eyes. Soft silver strands of hair floated around him. “I am Rhys. King of the Fae for the northwest region. What gift do you offer?” He asked.

I can’t even manage a smile at their banter and exit the car without waiting for him to play the gentleman for me. The cool night air is refreshing, but it doesn't settle the chaos in me. Memories of this morning replay in my head. Rhysand’s hand squeezing my phone, the look in his eyes when he realized I was walking away. How can he say he loves me in one breath and act like a psycho in the next? He’s a predator. And I’ve spent too much time being prey. Shoving away the thoughts, I look up to find Caiden staring at me. His gaze is searching and intelligent like h knows something happened while he was gone, but he’s smart enough not to ask questions yet.

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

(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.

It was strong, and once it would’ve forced me into the ground, but not anymore. “You certainly aren’t mated to anyone else. I’m doing you a favor.” Travis’s gaze flicked to Ronan, a grimace twisting his face. “And you haven’t accepted him as your Alpha. I’d smell it.” “Who?” Ronan piped up, and Travis’s eye twitched. A new voice came from behind the trees. “Says me.” There were very few things that would've made me pull my gaze from Travis, but this was one of them. Because from behind a tree, out walked fucking Victor and Rebecca.

He introduced me to luxurious, thrilling toys that left me completely unraveled, and delicious, possessive games of dominance and punishment that always ended with me begging for his touch. But it wasn't just hidden behind closed doors. I had never been happier in my entire life. Zayn proudly took me out into the world, treating me to extravagant afternoon outings, private lunches overlooking the valley, and candlelit dinners where the entire pack could see their Alpha thoroughly, hopelessly devoted to his Luna. But as the old saying goes, all good things must eventually come to a crashing end. A sudden emergency erupted on our borders that demanded his immediate attention. The banished rogu

I would always retreat to my shell; admiring from a distance. I envied Arya a lot. Shying away from feelings wasn't her forte. She was ready to go all out to get the guy's attention. Most times, we ended up liking the same person and she would be the one to walk up to that guy first and have his heart. While I would stay broken in a corner, unnoticed. If someone had told her that I would be the one with Alpha Adrian instead of her, she would have sworn the person was kidding. I was never interested in any guy she liked. I always tried my best to stay away.