Feyre And Rhysand Novels & Stories

It settled perfectly against her forehead, glinting as if it recognized and accepted its new queen. Zoe and Zena, dimmed the sky just enough for the fireworks to begin. I leaned in and kissed Serenya’s forehead before lifting my gaze upward. Light and magic painted the night—scenes unfolding across the sky. The battle against Aster came to life in brilliant color, followed by the fall of Yahir and the liberation of the witches. A story written in fire and stars. “The twins did great,” Serenya said, her voice filled with admiration. Her mate joined her then, pulling her into a deep kiss before lifting her and turning with her in his arms.

And now Eirlys was left alone to face the Tyrant. The moment happened too fast. Eirlys barely had the time to react before a blur of movement shot past her. One second, the Tyrant's claws were descending toward her, and then, the next, Ryker had thrown himself between them. The sickening sound of flesh being torn filled the air.

The Anastasia wore off slowly, and everyone's eyes shifted to Braylon when they heard a grunting sound. Eryx was the first one to reach out to Brayl; when the latter opened his eyes, he was received with a shower of pecks and, last, ly on the lips. Mr Rhys was utterly speechless, witnessing the scene in front of him meanwhile, Mrs Rhys was happy, and finally, they could express themselves openly. The throat-clearing sound got everyone back to their senses; Eryxyx didn't back away; he, sat near Braylon, holding his hands gently.

They burned with a hunger he could no longer hide. What followed was not gentle. It was not princely. It was hunger sharpened into domination. Feris pulled down the fabric that held my cock, and I stood there in my full length since I was already hard. Edrian quickly looked away as his breath hitched. I saw the dry lump he swallowed in his throat, and I almost pitied him because Feris is a feral wolf, and he gets everything he wants. I could barely control him. "Look at me now," Feris commanded, "I want to feel that little smart mouth of yours on my cock."

Did Theon feel betrayed? The door opened quietly just as Amira sighed and placed the book facing down. “This really has been insightful, and I haven’t read that far into it,” Amira said, staring into the fireplace that was yet to be lit. Rhys did not reply. In fact, Amira didn't detect Rhys at all. Apart from Rhys’ distinct scent and overpowering presence, the new bond created between them would have alerted his presence to her. However, the individual entering the room lacked any of those characteristics. If it wasn’t Rhys, then who was-

Her warm brown eyes met mine, and I was struck with an overwhelming realization. "Mum?" I whispered, and she gave me a smile. Just as I started to make my way towards her, she dissipated into the darkness. A different figure replaced her, and my eyes widened when I saw who it was. "Kyan?" I rasped, and he grinned at me while his blue eyes remained icy. "Hello there, Raelynn," he drawled, reaching out to grab me by the shoulder, his fingers morphing into claws. Pain swept through me and my vision bled white, a scream tearing out of my throat.

When he reaches me, his expression softens faintly. Not pride alone this time. Relief. Like he has spent centuries carrying a burden he can finally set down. Then carefully.. Gently.. Azriel places the crown back upon my head. “The fae nobles will be quite surprised to learn I gave in. And am returning with a Lycan mate. Surely they’ll leave me alone about marriage now.” She laughs nervously, holding out her hand for Edgar. A smile shows on his face as he walks toward her, his shaky hand taking hers and placing a gentle kiss on the top.

He stopped. I stopped too, because the path narrowed ahead. The wind climbed up from the ocean and lifted the hair around my face. I slipped my phone into my bag, then gripped the low stone railing, which was only marginally more useful than prayer. Rhysand stayed silent long enough that I finally looked at him. He stood two steps above me, his sleeves still rolled to his elbows. The afternoon sun fell behind him, darkening the line of his shoulders and leaving part of his face in shadow.

ELYSIA’S POV The room felt colder after he left. Not in a physical sense; the fire still crackled in the hearth, warm and steady. But something had shifted when the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier, emptier. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the furs, trying to steady my breathing as I stared at the closed door, as if it might open again at any moment. But it didn’t. He was here. The Alpha King was here—Alpha King Rhaegar. He had caught me just as I was about to collapse.

The only thing that should make him suspect it's me has been changed now so I step forward boldly and offer my hand in a handshake. "Dragmir Fenrir, at your service." He nods and plants the most flirty smile he has in his arsenal on his face as he takes my hand. "Rhysand, of the northern Lycans. Eager to have you." I take my hand back and watch him get into the car. Safira is deathly still when I look at her but she's noticed it too. I get into the car and keep my distance from Rhys. I think the playing field just became a tad bit more even.